A playground to get lost in while daydreaming http://constructed.world/ 2026-04-22T11:12:49+00:00 http://constructed.world/ http://constructed.world/lib/exe/fetch.php?media=wiki:logo.svg text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:alien_through_alien_eyes&rev=1772994073&do=diff An Alien Through Alien Eyes I was sitting atop her head, an arrangement she tolerated as it was the only way I could get a good look at what she was doing without risking getting under paw. In her rear paws she was holding two strands of wire insulated with some sort of tree gum, each strand half as thick around as my thorax. In one forepaw was another length of wire, softer and uncovered, and in the other she wielded a great iron rod fiercely radiating heat. at least it seemed great to me. She… text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:are_we_as_mayflies&rev=1772994073&do=diff Are We As Mayflies? The hot Texas sun beat down on the two people sitting outside the root beer stand. Only one of them was a human. Bob the human looked to his right at the half wall next to his chair. There, lying on his belly, straddling the wall like a raccoon resting on a tree branch, glossy black pelt shining in the sun, prehensile tail hanging off the opposite side of the wall, was the other person. His six-fingered paw held an ice-cold root beer, which the waitress had thoughtfully pour… text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:beating_the_heat&rev=1772994073&do=diff Beating the Heat “…another record-breaking afternoon, with temperatures throughout the region surpassing the 90-degree mark. A cold front is set to bring relief to central and southeast Texas later this evening but looks like there may be some severe weather along with the cooler temperatures. The Storm Prediction Center has issued a tornado watch for the region until early tomorrow morning. Now it’s time for your local forecast.” Sarah let the smooth jazz drifting out of the TV wash over her a… text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:everybody_poops_together&rev=1772994073&do=diff Everybody Poops Together THUMP I stood next to the wall, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the increasingly urgent churning growls coming from my gut. There were no chairs in this waiting room, none my butt could sit in, anyway. I took my phone out of my pocket to check the time. The clock was the only thing that worked, no cell towers 25 light years from Earth. I had been standing in this waiting room for nearly an hour with nothing to occupy my mind. For the six… text/html 2026-03-24T23:39:20+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:first_contact&rev=1774395560&do=diff First Contact The golden rays of the westering sun soak into my fur, and I feel the warm sand under my palms erode as gentle waves lap at my paws. «How long have I been standing here?» I wonder. A whisper responds, «It doesn't matter. There is no before, no after. There is only now.» text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:human_for_a_day_part_1&rev=1772994073&do=diff Human for a Day (Part 1?) “I got some reeeeeaaal good stuff this time.” My dealer glances furtively to either side, then pulls a clear baggie with bright yellow powder from his wallet. I reach for the goods, but he pulls the baggie away. “Nah-uh! You already got your first hit for free. text/html 2026-03-17T21:20:33+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:in_which_greg_experiences_indigestion&rev=1773782433&do=diff In Which Greg Experiences Indigestion This was an exercise to see how quickly I could write without obsessively rereading every sentence five times. It's just a little backstory on why Greg from Everybody Poops Together had to use the bathroom so bad. I had to chuckle at the mundanity of it. When you think of getting medically examined by aliens, what comes to mind is ominously hovering UFOs, bright lights, and then waking up in a ditch four hours later. Yet here I was, on my way to do just th… text/html 2026-03-13T00:53:40+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:meanwhile_in_an_alternate_universe&rev=1773363220&do=diff Meanwhile, in an Alternate Universe... ”Where’s your bathroom?” I think this was the third time any of us had heard him speak since we met. Brightstar and Moonglow had found him on the tram from the city center, his snout buried in a claw-written notebook. We needed a second sire besides myself to equal the two dams, and he smelled of age. Moonglow was never one for subtlety. She came right out and asked if he was looking to join a childermoot. “Yes” was all he said, and “OK” was his answer to… text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:mundane_utility&rev=1772994073&do=diff Mundane Utility Ron stared up at the metal behemoth looming over him. A nagging itch scraped at some dark corner of his primate brain, a whisper echoing through his genetic memory, from a time when his tiny furtive ancestors cowered in the shadow of giants. text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:on_the_merits_of_pelage&rev=1772994073&do=diff On the Merits of Pelage Tod, brushing a knot out of his tail: «Sometimes I think this coat isn't worth the hassle.» Jim: “You know there are humans who would kill to have your fur.” Tod: «Just as long as they don't kill ME.» Jim: “Eh, stay away from Cruella Deville and you'll be fine. text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:rtfm&rev=1772994073&do=diff RTFM The data center was enveloped in uncanny stillness. The hearthkeepers had cut the power to the whole region hours earlier in advance of the enemy's arrival. The backup generators had endured mere minutes before dying in their turn, leaving the anchorite's chamber alone running on a meager auxiliary battery, not that Skywatcher cared. The Preservationists had already lost, and he could only make the aftermath as unpleasant as possible for whichever faction, the Partisans or the Pious Dissol… text/html 2026-04-17T19:08:03+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:start&rev=1776452883&do=diff Stories :!: Caveat Lector: I'm not a professional or even an aspiring author. These stories are primarily mental exercises to help me build the world, and also a way to present lore in a hopefully more interesting format compared to just listing historical events or statistics. In the end I hope these stories are at least worth the time it takes to read them.stories index text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:table_manners&rev=1772994073&do=diff Table Manners For a few seconds I waver between turning right to head home or to cross the street to go to the restaurant. I look down at my guest. His snout is still angled skyward, glossy wet nose twitching frenetically as he drinks in the aroma of wood smoke. He starts licking his chops as saliva begins to drip from the corners of his black lips. text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_angel_and_the_ape&rev=1772994073&do=diff The Angel and the Ape Fr. Shaheen took a drag of his cigarrette as he stared up at the night sky. A few stars were just bright enough to shine through the gray haze cast by the street lights in town. Just at the edge of the trailer's porch light sat an old foundation where a sizeable rectory once stood. It had been far too large for a single resident, so he had it torn down and was now living in a much more modest mobile home. At one point a youth center was planned to take its place, but the … text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_ansible&rev=1772994073&do=diff The Ansible “I see we’ve got a bigger crowd than usual. Welcome, everyone, to this meeting of the Erickson Amateur Radio Club. I guess word got around that one of our little visitors is going to be giving a presentation about their faster than light communication network. Since most of you here aren’t even members, I’ll just skip the preamble and invite Stormlight to start his presentation.” Bob pushed a yinrih perch in front of the podium and walked back to his chair. text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_artificer_s_litter&rev=1772994073&do=diff The Artificer's Litter Orbiting a dwarf planet on the edge of Partisan territory are the remains of a massive megastructure. It looks like the head of a yinrih, wrought in colossal proportions. It was clearly meant to be part of an even larger mechanism, and has been left unfinished rather than having been completed and then dismantled or broken later. Strictly speaking, nobody knows why its there. No records can be found relating to the terraforming or colonization of this particular dwarf pla… text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_farspeaker_s_apprentice&rev=1772994073&do=diff The Farspeaker's Apprentice The main core of the network stretched out before me: rack upon rack of black boxes extending into the distance, their chassis scintillating with link lights blinking softly as packets rushed in and out of each interface. Meticulously bundled cables of various colors spilled forth from the racks and ran here and there along runways above my head. A cold breeze from the heat pump rustled my whiskers. Permeating this cavernous chamber was the rushing white noise of tho… text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_house_of_friendship&rev=1772994073&do=diff The House of Friendship Standing a mere stone's throw from the Eternal Hearth, the edifice was supposed to be a monument to the friendship between the only two sapient species in the galaxy, and to the yinrih who built it, it was just that, but to most humans visiting the holy world of Hearthside, it was text/html 2026-04-08T18:28:42+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_mass_router&rev=1775672922&do=diff The Mass Router He glanced nadirward through the observation window at the green and blue surface of the planet. A river, coruscating in Focus's rays, wound through the verdant jungle passing below. It was THE river, the measure to which all other rivers were compared. It was so old that it didn't even have a name. Every other river on Yih, and every watercourse wrought on other celestial bodies by pioneers in the intervening millennia, was, after peeling away one hundred thousand years of soun… text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_spacer_confederacy&rev=1772994073&do=diff The Spacer Confederacy “And you're the interim chief?” asked the federal councilman, his voice echoing throughout the cavernous main axis of the newly constructed colony. “That's correct.” said Graypelt. “Gentlemen, my dame,” the councilman addressed the pair of envoys from the Allied Worlds along with the hearthkeeper floating by their side. text/html 2026-03-08T18:21:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) http://constructed.world/doku.php?id=stories:the_tornado&rev=1772994073&do=diff The Tornado Jim surveyed the empty trailers around him as he sat in the lawn chair in front of his mobile home. Everyone else in this little student ghetto had left for spring break. It was quiet, and he liked it that way. He raised his eyes to the object of interest, a thunderhead billowing in the distance, reflecting the golden rays of the westering sun. He took a sip of iced tea as he listened to the sounds of nature: the chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, and the quiet clicking of c…