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Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« on: May 25, 2012, 10:24:53 pm »
by the way, maybe its not such a bad idea for others who are passionate about writing to do a similar challenge. I enjoy it so much that it gives me a reason to write, and this will definitely be a help while I write my novel. So maybe others can do this too and have just as much fun as I'm having? ;) ;) ;)

I want to try this out.  With school done for the summer, I'll have a lot of time to pursue something like this, and I'll also get the chance to maybe develop some better writing skills.  Essentially, it's the same as Jet's thread.  Post a word, and I'll write a story about or pertaining to said word.  :)
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge
« Reply #1 on: May 25, 2012, 10:29:25 pm »
Yays! I'm inspiring people, and better yet...I'm inspiring people through writing, which is my favorite art! Cool. :)

So, seeing that you are now starting to write short stories based off words the community gives you, allow me to be your first...what would we be...opponents? i dont know, just write for me!

Let's try...maybe..... redundant! That seems like a decent enough word. Good luck Mylo! ;)
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge
« Reply #2 on: May 26, 2012, 01:44:59 am »
Twilight (please not the vampire movie  :D)
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge
« Reply #3 on: May 26, 2012, 02:11:06 am »
Let's try...maybe..... redundant! That seems like a decent enough word. Good luck Mylo! ;)

Thanks for posting Jet!  So here is the story for redundant.  Hope you all find it interesting.  This reads a lot like a premise...I'd love the chance to explore an individual character in this world in more personal detail.  Next up is Blackrose's twilight sans vampires. XD

Noah began to feel a strain in his eyes, which were nearly suctioned to the eyepiece of the microscope he had been using for hours that day.  He was one of many workers in the factory, those they liked to refer to as scientists, called into action in a time of war.  Hardly a war…more like a show of force, or perhaps economic power.  But these were worldly ideas to Noah, who saw nothing but the microscopic eggs floating in a gel, suspended from growth until he could perform his crucial operation.  It was like magic.  After resting his eyes for a minute, Noah resumed his job, tightening his latex gloves and feeling around for the inward-pointing micro pipette attached to the side of his apparatus.  He had done it so many times, it had become less of a procedure and more of a habit; a magician on stage smiling and awing.  The pipette was his wand and these small eggs were his volunteers.  One by one, he carefully inserted the pipette into a single egg.  Pressing a small button, the pipette immediately injected one small round mass into the minute orb floating like a lone jellyfish in thick water.  And just like that, the operation was done; nucleus and egg had been united in a single action so quickly and so easily.  Noah pushed it to the side and moved on to the next one.  Inject.  Done.  Inject.  Done.  Inject.  Done.  A fairly simple job for a fairly simple man standing among rows and rows of fairly simple men fertilizing the supply of eggs for the day.  This was but one room of the factory…these eggs would be packaged and moved to the next room, where they would be inspected for completeness in the unification process.  Then they would be grown in tubes, side by side, for 1.5 years at an accelerated growth rate until they became the equivalent of 23 year old males.  They would learn for 1.5 years at an accelerated pace.  And their final destination: the war front.  Noah’s society had great mastery over this process, and had been using it to spread their borders around the globe.  The secret to overcoming a stalemate, they thought, was simply to outnumber their opponents.  The country’s original people waited in comfort while their creations fought for them, brainwashed to serve the privileged nation.  Noah saw the propaganda video posters spread out across the factory.  All summarised the same plan: Only three more months and there will be one of our warriors for every warrior in the enemy nations, and in a year, two warriors for every single human in the enemy nations.  In another year, there would be three for every human on Earth.  So Noah continued to fertilise the eggs one by one.  Inject.  Done.  One more human to match an enemy.  Inject.  Done.  One more human to replace one who died on the front.  Inject.  Done.  He thought nothing of it, for he had never seen the horrors across the sea.  They were just egg and nucleus.  Number and quota.  Life and breath.     

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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge
« Reply #4 on: May 26, 2012, 03:28:32 am »
Nicely done! Really excellent story to start off your thread. :) I was gonna go to bed and read it when I woke up, but once I knew you posted, I couldn't sleep until I at least read it. Then I had to comment of course. Very interesting story, too. Well written and I am actually interested to learn more about this world, which is a great thing since this is just a nice little story. It amazing it got me hooked into learning more about the world these people lived in. Good job, and may many more like this arise in the future.

So, hows about another word for ya? Maybe something like... Disorient
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge
« Reply #5 on: May 27, 2012, 01:14:23 am »
Twilight (please not the vampire movie  :D)

So here is another story, this time based around the word twilight. I wanted to go for a more normal plot line, just to see how it turned out. Tomorrow I'll be doing the story for disorient. Thanks everybody who's been reading and posting words! This is quite fun! :D Anyways...there are numerous tense errors, but I wanted to put the story out there before tomorrow (I've got so much stuff to do... DX). Enjoy

Work was to end as usual at six that evening. I shuffled and organized my papers to pass the time leading up to my favourite hour of the day: the time where I would walk out of my dry office job and into the bustling city as the sun fell below the skyline.  It was always beautiful this time of year, the way the sun's many rays would reflect from the gothic glass and marble that made up the towering apartment complexes and office buildings. The city was known for its twilight...the exteriors of the building were coated in such a way that when light hit them at an oblique angle, they would emit a soft rainbow glow in all directions. It was especially beautiful just before the sun would "set" (at least behind the buildings in the distance. As mundane as my job was, I would always look forward to this time.
I walked out of the building, dropping my ID badge into a bin on the side of the entrance. Freedom. Outside, there were so many people going about with their busy lives, talking on mobiles, listening to music, conversing with colleagues. But I was pensive. I liked to take this opportunity to simply look around at what was around and before me; there were so many colours and sounds and people.
I walked down the concrete, absorbing the reds, the violets, and everything in between with my covered eyes (I was wearing a pair of sunglasses because I was walking towards the sun to get to my apartment). The anger of some people, sounding horns in their cars, yelling at the people walking on the street. All of this was comfort that I was a part of this bustling city, that I was one element in a network of people and places who all lived in "harmony."
I had gone to grab a bite to eat, but the line was unusually long today, and so I didn't get my food for a half hour. The sun had set. The sky was violet. I ate my food at the restaurant; I wouldn't usually do this, but today was a rough day at work, and I felt like taking a break from eating alone at home. Another fifteen minutes or so went by, and then I left the restaurant feeling satisfied. The rainbows that glistened only an hour before we're replaced by the dull glows of off-yellow incandescents lighting the roads and sidewalks. As I walked by my turn off road, I remembered that there was to be construction after six today. Dang it, I thought. I would have to go back home another way.
So I went a street down and turned in the direction of my apartment. The light bulbs hanging over the roads were especially dim; half of them were out. The asphalt was very defective, with potholes carved all over the surface.  To think that this street existed just to the left of the one that I walk along everyday.  The street was devoid of people, so I walked casually down, but under a light pole, I saw a man dressed in rags sitting down with his right leg bent up, his right arm resting casually atop the knee. He had the beginnings of a white beard, and he was wearing a green jacket with a tattered baseball cap. A plastic cup sat just beyond his hand, filled with a few coins of various sizes. I had gotten change from the dinner I had...a few dollar bills and some dimes, and I felt sorry for this man, sitting alone on the side of the road. I pulled out my wallet in front of him.
Suddenly, he shot up and pulled a knife from his green jacket. I was such an idiot, pulling my wallet out like that. I did it impulsively...I wasn't thinking. My change was in my front pocket, and now here I was with a knife at my chest. He quietly told me to give me the wallet, my mobile, and my watch. I was unprepared for a situation like this, but I was surprisingly calm and respectfully took off my watch and handed it to him. I handed him my mobile...he inspected it, and told me to unlock it. I told him I couldn't do that, and he asked me again for my wallet. He looked more nervous than I was, so I just did what he said and handed him the wallet. But as he reached for it, he knocked it out of my hand and onto the ground. Now, I had a stun gun in my jacket pocket that I wanted to take out now. As I bent over to pick up my wallet, I felt a sense of false pride, and I reached into my jacket pocket pulling out the stun gun. I quickly released the safety, jabbed it into his neck, and hit the trigger; he subsequently jerked and stabbed me with his knife where my right lung would be. I was stupid that day...I was overconfident in my abilities and my toys, and I thought that I could just run home and forget it ever happened after reporting it to the police. I couldn't understand why I had done that...what was I thinking? I fell down. The stun gun hit the ground beside me; the man realised what he had done and quickly grabbed my things and left. I was still in shock as to what happened.  I was in a dream-like state, but my chest felt like it was on fire. I moaned for help, and laid there, thinking about the rainbow city that I would see tomorrow night as I slowly drifted into sleep, listening to nothing but the eventual car going down the main road.
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #6 on: May 27, 2012, 01:40:31 am »
very good. Mysterious, and very beautiful imagery. Good work Mylo, I applaud your efforts. (round of applause)
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #7 on: May 27, 2012, 01:10:27 pm »
Nice work Mylo. It was easy to get a mental image from the story.

How about  "creepy"   


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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge
« Reply #8 on: May 27, 2012, 06:34:48 pm »
So, hows about another word for ya? Maybe something like... Disorient

Thanks for the comments Jet, Blackrose, and Old Rabbit.  I'm glad you all like the stories I've written so far. This is a small story I developed from one of my previous ideas. In fact, the earlier story that I wrote for this idea was one of the first things I posted on this forum. :) Enjoy the story for disorient...

The clouds were perfectly white and the sky was a solid blue. Too blue. The plants were all alive and healthy, saturated with greens and the colours of their flowers. All was perfect on this cool summer day as Leon walked down the road to the soda fountain at the end of the main road.  He was savouring a grape soda and planned on meeting his friends there to talk about the usual things they would discuss: classes, movies, and girls. Leon had a sort of swagger; he was wearing a solid yellow polo with a red collar and solid blue jeans, finished off with a pair of sunglasses to protect his blue eyes.  
The street instantly became crowded.  It was rush hour, thought Leon, and he continued to walk on to the white building just a few blocks down. A mechanical voice confirmed that is was safe to cross the road ahead, and so Leon joined the mass of people transversing the black asphalt, which was completely flat and lacking defect. Everyone was minding their own business, walking in whichever direction, but that didn't stop them from bumping into each other. Leon pushed through; the streets seemed like they were getting more crowded. And then, just like that, Leon fell to the ground after someone bumped into him and he tripped over another's shoe. The crowd blurred around him, but he quickly sat up and saw the person he had bumped into, also knocked down, staring back with a pair of large white eyes. This was a fur, those who walked in the bodies of human animals. Leon never quite understood them...  The fur was what looked like a greyish white wolf or something like that. Leon got up shyly and put on his sunglasses again, which had fallen from his face as he got up. The crowd blurred around him. 
"I'm so sorry," said the fur. From the sound of the voice, Leon could tell the fur was female. 
Leon didn't know what to say back, so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "No no. Um. I'm just...it's all right." 
Just then, the wolf disappeared and the black of the asphalt engulfed Leon completely. He saw flashing lights of all colours, desaturating very quickly, and in an instant he was lying in a chair with a small white plastic apparatus on the back of his neck, hearing a soft beeping noise in the background as the words "Connection error. Network overload." flashed across the wide flat panel on the wall in front of him. 
"Where am I?" thought Leon. He remembered that he was in a Vire launch station on the corner of Vandal and 443rd, one of thousands in the old and decaying city Leon had grown up in. 
"Why am I here?" thought Leon. He remembered that he was here to use a Vire (Virtual Reality) Personal Simulator and Launcher to log into the online word built to replace the old world of dying metal, pollution, and overpopulation. 
"How long have I been here?" thought Leon. He looked at the timer on the wall next to the wireless payment system. 54 hours and 3 minutes.  His stomach began to cramp badly. Timers were required by law in some places but not here. Leon felt light headed, and emptied his almost empty stomach in the trash can beside his station. Then he tapped his phone on the payment receiver, saw the balance decrease to zero, and waited for rush hour to subside. 

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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #9 on: May 27, 2012, 06:57:20 pm »
Ooo... interesting. Sounds like an excerpt from a larger work like a novel or something. Great job. This was amazing and I had t fun reading it. keep it up. ;)

So lets try another word, shall we? *rifles through some words in his head* Uhhhmmm... Let's try.. Disembodied. That seems like a strange and unusual word, so that should make for a fun write. :)
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #10 on: May 28, 2012, 03:02:00 am »
How about  "creepy"  

Whenever I think of creepy, I think of online stalking.  So, I decided to write a story about someone's paranoia over this and especially how small details can evoke big responses.  As for the next word (disembodied), I have no idea what to do... :P This'll be quite challenging because it is such a specific thing.  
Anyways, the story for creepy:

I wonder how deep someone would delve to discover my identity.  What is the motivation?  Perhaps it is  a challenge, or maybe it is intended to make themselves more comfortable around me.  Whatever the reason, the thought crosses my mind of the lengths to which one could go to discover more about me than I ever intended to share with them.  Who knows the paths that people could trace given only a small set of information, a few facts which they can connect like puzzle pieces (actually, more like Sudoku, where you use your found numbers to discover even more numbers until you finish the entire puzzle).  How deep does one invest themselves into a community?  What would someone do?
Danny thought of all the possibilities as he continued to type on his computer.  He had a way of picking things apart, overthinking things…it dug into his mind always sending shivers down his body.  He first thought of the things he had shared…he lived in Rail, was 20 years old, and was involved in a fencing club.  Then the thoughts started to flow in, like a dam had been broken in Danny’s mind, and apprehensiveness and doubt were released to flow uncontrollably as he began a train of thought that led him to the conclusion that someone, somewhere, could discover who he was behind the mask of the Internet.
He began to think.  The fact that he was 20 and in a fencing club had a few possibilities.  Fencing was stereotypically considered a sport for the well-off if it was a stand-alone club in his town.  Then again, his town was relatively normal…something like a large town, and there weren’t enough interested people to justify a fencing club outside of the colleges.  There were three colleges in that area (colleges being the only other place where a fencing club could be found): Rail Community College, Jared Johnson College, and Rail Women’s University.  Danny had shared his gender, so Rail Women’s was out, leaving only RCC and JJC.  Both had club directories, easy enough to search through.  None had intramural fencing, and only JC had a varsity team, so RCC was ruled out.  JC’s Men’s team was 12 men strong.  They each had a picture and information next to the name…simple things like class year.  He thought that his age would be useful in sorting the set in half…the Sophomores and Juniors.  6 men to choose from.  Danny was on the RCC fencing website, looking at his picture eighth from the top, smiling back at him confidently.  But how to choose between the six?  There was his Facebook, but that was set to private everything, so no one could connect to his friends.  But, perhaps someone could look at the other members of the fencing team.  At least one of them wouldn’t be so cautious about his privacy settings, revealing his friend lists and Danny’s pictures to the rest of the world.  Someone could make a false account, friend Danny’s fencing team members, whom one would most likely friend back out of habit.  Perhaps then they could change their name and friend the others (whom they had rejected before, which justifies changing the name so that it is a fresh friend request).  And after all this, they might just get access to the information on Danny’s Facebook indirectly through his friends.  Maybe there was something he liked that could hint towards his true identity, something that would complete that final connection between false and true self.  Maybe someone would crack it.  
Danny was then distracted by a friend’s picture on the fencing website, which was particularly embarrasing.  

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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #11 on: May 28, 2012, 12:12:05 pm »
You did a nice job working your idea of creepy into the
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #12 on: May 29, 2012, 12:55:41 am »
So lets try another word, shall we? *rifles through some words in his head* Uhhhmmm... Let's try.. Disembodied. That seems like a strange and unusual word, so that should make for a fun write. :)

I don't have much to say about this one.  

I was the only son of Michael Howard, the chief executive of the world’s most powerful enterprise, Mega Corporation, but I did not have his blood.  His advisors had suggested he adopt a son overseas; “good publicity” they called it.  After all, I was born in the continent that MegaCorp had destroyed both politically, economically, and physically many decades ago when they were under contract to capture the vast oil reserves underneath the desert land, the last in the world.  He toured there himself in his early years as President of the company…he saw the Reconstruction commencing among the dying people in the streets as he drove through the decimated cities in his black utility vehicle, drinking a glass of purified water (so rare in that hemisphere).  My father was praised and condemned; one for saving the developed world, the other for destroying what was left beyond.  And so, he decided to adopt a son among the wreckage.  I was young…I didn’t have any record of when I was born, but they aged me so that I would be 19 now.  All I remember was watching the car pull up…I was frightened because it resembled the vehicles that would come in carrying weapons and soldiers, but my mother held me tight in her arms, and all felt better, but not good.  My mother coughed, then coughed again violently, and I felt something drip down my arms, but I didn’t look down.  The car halted in front of us.  A tall man with a jet black suit and sunglasses walked out of the passenger seat to open the door to the back.  The man that came out was shorter than the previous but still tall…he had jet black hair to match his suit and very white skin.  I couldn’t see his eyes, and the sun shone behind him further emphasising his profile.  He slowly walked up to me.  I could hear every small rock that was dragged under his black shoes, each step kicking up a small cloud of dust.  He knelt down in front of me, and at this point I became frightened and held tight onto my mother’s arms.  I was so fatigued…  But my mother didn’t tighten her grip.  He came close to me and extended his arms towards my sides.  I wanted to yell, but I didn’t.  I felt fear and calmness rest within my mind as he embraced me in his arms, holding me softly, gently, almost kindly.  A second man came from behind and took a picture.  But then the man who held me began to pull me away from the wooden rubble that my mother and I had been lying on.  It was then that I let out a moan…I didn’t have the energy to yell.  I turned back to grab my mother’s arms, only to realize that they had gone limp.  I looked at my own arms…there was a thin stream of blood running down my left.  I cried out for my mother in my own language as the man lifted me from the ground.  I cried but no one could hear or understand.  I wanted to shed a tear, but all I could muster was the lump in my throat.  It was painful to watch my mother there, with a thin stream of blood running down her face, her eyes half opened, staring indefinitely at the grey sun.  I didn’t feel the other man inject something into my arm, then into my leg.  I couldn’t hear the engine revving, ready to depart to the heliport where I was to see the last of my country.  I could only look at my mother’s face…and when they had closed the door and darkened the windows, I broke down and embraced the man who had taken me from her.  I was confused, so very confused, and I needed someone to hold onto until I could no longer cry for her, or my home, or my world.  That was the last time I would hug my father.
A few weeks later, I discovered the picture in the newspaper, the picture that man had taken when my father embraced me…it showed myself, the wood, Mr. Howard, and even the blood on my arm…but not my mother.  

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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #13 on: May 29, 2012, 01:49:22 am »
Hmm... That is not what I expected...Nicely done. I think you did very good on this. It reminded me of a movie I saw, i think named Sahara? Maybe... I dont know. But this was an awesome story to read.

I am thinking another word could be... Junker.

I can explain why i though of this word after you write it if you want, I dont want to fill your head with ideas before you get the chance to make your own. :P
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #14 on: May 29, 2012, 07:32:48 am »
michael howard....LOOOOOL



you 2 are both mad!....hmm....dont tempt me to be a copy cat  (:
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #15 on: May 29, 2012, 01:15:53 pm »
michael howard....LOOOOOL



you 2 are both mad!....hmm....dont tempt me to be a copy cat  (:
We may be mad, we may even be crazy! But, we are having one hell of a time! :D You should join, its actually a lot of fun. I little time consuming, but with summer coming up, Ill just be drawing and writing anyways. Gotta keep myself busy somehow. Plus this is great practice, and its given me some great ideas as well, for my novel. :)
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #16 on: May 30, 2012, 02:54:09 am »
I'm with Jet on the fact that this is a whole lot of fun :D You should definitely join if you feel up to it!

So how about  "Botany" :orbunny:

This one also has a theme of war present, but I wanted to take on a different side...there are so many faces to war to describe, whether it be experience or speculation...  Enjoy the story for botany.

She had picked the best flowers to put on the dining table that afternoon, emphasising the ever luscious summer she had seen for many years this time of August.  They reminded her of the times she would come out to her garden and smell the various herbs she grew with such care, picking only the best ones to put in their dinner, hers and her husband’s.  They had moved atop a hill back in the homeland, overseeing a picture-perfect green valley after her husband was promoted in the Army.  She was so excited to find out that they would have space to have a garden, and the weather would be so permitting, which was why she spent the months before the move studying the different plants that she would grow, for eating and for looking.  But this fine day in August, much like the year before and the year before that, she put the flowers in the crystal vase in the centre of the breakfast table and set the table for only one, for her husband was overseas fighting in the War.  She waited patiently, with apprehension, fear, discomfort, and love, waiting for the day when her husband would walk up the hill to the open door of their house.  Then, she would make him pasta with fresh tomatoes and basil from the garden and give her that smile that broke her heart so many years ago.
She hadn’t spoken to him in years, nor had she received a letter of any kind.  She waved goodbye with a static depiction of her husband present in her mind.  She always pushed the doubt from her head, but at times, it was difficult.  At times, it could be maddening, but she trusted him.  As she put the angel hair in the boiling water, she thought of various situations that could arise after his homecoming.  Would she recognize his face or his self?  Would he be the same person that waved back to her as he walked down the hill and into the valley, where he would be whisked off to the coast?  Would he still love her, she who never changed during their separation…would the excitement of war have drained him of his love for his static wife?  What had he seen; what would he see differently?  She felt a sting on her hand and pulled back suddenly.  The boiling water was overflowing rapidly and the bubbles had spewed a few drips of hot water on her hands as she was preoccupied with her thoughts.  She quickly grabbed the pot by the handle and shifted it to the burner on the right, which wasn’t on.  Afterwards, she wiped her hand (which was not burned by the water) and added the spices to her dinner.  She drained the pasta and poured it onto a plate, where it settled into an even circular pile in the centre of the porcelain plate that was etched with a green vine design.  But as she brought it to the table, she noticed a sound (emanating from a distance) much like the sound made by motor cars when she was in town.  She thought nothing of it at first, and proceeded to sprinkle a bit of basil on her pasta (she had prepared a tomatoe sauce concurrently which she had poured on her pasta before bringing it to the table).  The sound grew louder.  She looked to the front window where a motor car was driving up the hill on the gravel road, shooting out a stream of black smoke from its tail pipe.  The car had the insignia on it, the same insignia that graced her husband’s uniform.  She stood there for a moment, out of breath.  She inhaled slightly, and her legs numbed; she consequently sat down in her chair in front of her still-steaming dinner.  She knew what happened when the motor cars came to your house, but she was in disbelief at first, and simply stared out the wide window at the motor car spewing its smoke, rolling towards her home at a constant pace.  It stopped just a little ways down the hill, about 40 or 50 steps.  Her peripheral vision went black, and she became increasingly light-headed…the smell of her dinner was nauseating her, so she stood up and stumbled to the door to breathe fresh air.  In that short walk from the table to the door, she had forgotten about the motor car’s presence, hoping it was her imagination, but as she stepped out the door, she saw the door open to her husband’s scarred face, smiling back at her with a duffle bag by his side.  She said his name softly and a tear shed down her face, which she wiped off immediately while walking to her husband briskly.  She didn’t notice, after he had stepped out of the car, that the left side of his pants was tied to the knee with a large knot.  She smiled at him and felt so joyous that she could still see the man to whom she said goodbye by the familiar eyes which complimented his warming smile, both of which had remained as static as the August summer when the flowers grew so plentifully.  


The next word is junker.
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #17 on: May 30, 2012, 11:43:27 am »
That is a fine story that touches ones heart.
Very nice take on the word Mylo. :orbunny:
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #18 on: May 30, 2012, 05:52:50 pm »
This is an interesting experiment you two are running.

I have a word for you, Mylo.  Try one on "dissonance".
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #19 on: May 30, 2012, 09:13:12 pm »
Ok, How about trying this word:  Yukon
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #20 on: May 31, 2012, 01:35:33 am »
I am thinking another word could be... Junker.

First off...oh gosh a flood of words o.o  Some pretty interesting ones as well.

And now the story for junker

There was nothing like driving through the Arizona desert in my 1965 Mustang convertible, top down and eyes up, the open road reflecting on my bronze-rimmed aviators.  Both my hands were on the steering wheel, but I was relaxed as ever feeling the air blow through my shoulder-length hair.  Boy was it hot…at least 100 degrees that day.  I only felt it when I stopped, the heat radiating from the asphalt, but rarely did I stop.  I lived off the road in the middle of nowhere, and this gave me a chance to drive.  Heh.  There was rarely another car on this road; you can imagine how fast I’d go considering this stretch was straight, flat, and (almost) devoid of defection.  Today, like any other day I’d decide to go into town, I was going about 90.  The air was pulling me back, but my engine was stronger, rumbling, growling, roaring like the lion it was.  Old wooden electric poles lined either side of the road, and yellow dirt filled the plains on both sides, where cacti would grow spottily.  I slowly depressed the accelerator and heard the engine rev as I looked at the speedometer needle move slowly across the dial.  92.  93.  I looked up.  A large piece of metal sat in the center of the road.  I muttered under my breath and turned into the dirt to avoid colliding with it, and wondered how the heck something like that fell onto the road.  I lost traction with the road and quickly braked; however, this aided in my loss of control of the car.  I heard something grind, something pop, but continued to brake; I didn’t want to hit any of the poles if I ended up spinning out.  Luckily, I didn’t, and came to a complete stop a fair distance away from a pole.  I had avoided the metal, now behind me.  So, I briskly walked down the road and pulled the metal scrap to the side.  I was half angry at whoever dropped this thing in the middle of the road, but I just went back to minding my own business, walking briskly back to my car.  I sat down, turned the ignition…nothing.  Oh…I muttered again, turning the key once more.  Nothing.  I was 20 miles away from my house…about 25 away from my destination.  There wasn’t a gas station for about 15 miles.  I tried again but to no avail.  So, I got out of the car, frustrated as can be, and opened the hood.  I looked around, but dang it was hot.  I closed the hood and leaned on the car.  Then, I went back to try again…not a sound.  Now I was more than half angry…I started pacing around the car, thinking about all my options.  Nothing really stood out, other than wait for someone who could take me to a phone so I could tow the thing.  What to do now…  There weren’t any clouds in the sky; nothing provided any sort of shade, except for the car itself somewhat.  I sat down beside the car on the driver’s side…that provided a little bit of shade.  But other than that, all I could do was wait for someone to drive by.  After about five minutes, I got impatient and stood up.  Then sun felt hotter beating down on my neck and face; I took my cap out of the trunk and put it on my head.  15 miles.  Not too bad.  I didn’t want to leave the car, but it was better me than the car, so I started walking.  It’d probably take a few hours to get to the gas station, but at least it was somewhere to go.  I looked back at the car behind me; it looked brand new just sitting on the side of the road.  I couldn’t close the top…it was electric, so I left it behind and continued walking ahead, hoping a car would drive down the road and help me in my predicament.  I could see several miles down the road in both directions.  Nothing in all directions but cacti, sand, and asphalt.  But this time, I wasn’t going 90.  The landscape wasn’t a blur and I wasn’t focused solely on the road ahead.  I observed the little desert life there was from the side of the road…the cacti were plump with water, and the sand (which looked yellow from the car) was speckled with different color rocks.  It was fun to look at for about 5 minutes, but then I looked ahead.  Open road for 15 miles.  Sigh…     

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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #21 on: May 31, 2012, 01:02:46 pm »
Another fine job Mylo..  

Shows one should carry a survival pack in
a lonely desert environment..  

How about "pack"  :orbunny:
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #22 on: June 01, 2012, 02:27:01 am »
good read!

stories like that annoy me slightly (in a good way), i have trouble comprehending people who cannot do things such as fix cars. i know i know, i simply cannot sing. same senario.

the whole time while reading that i was thinking "aaaahhhh, check the battery terminals, give the starter a bash with a rock, get it set up and ready for a tow/push start should someone come along"


THIS MEANS YOU DREW THE READER IN!!!! fantastic work mate!
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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #23 on: June 01, 2012, 04:07:27 am »
Thanks again to everyone who's reading these stories. :)  I really am having fun with this, and it's really nice knowing that people are enjoying the stories as well!  I much appreciate your participation in this thread (other Furtopians should do something like this as well if they enjoy writing...it's that fun!)

good read!

stories like that annoy me slightly (in a good way), i have trouble comprehending people who cannot do things such as fix cars. i know i know, i simply cannot sing. same senario.

the whole time while reading that i was thinking "aaaahhhh, check the battery terminals, give the starter a bash with a rock, get it set up and ready for a tow/push start should someone come along"


THIS MEANS YOU DREW THE READER IN!!!! fantastic work mate!

Thanks Typing :)
As far as the story, I knew you were going to have trouble reading this (along with anyone who knows anything about cars).  :P  :D  I actually did a lot of googling to figure out what could go wrong with specifically that 1965 mustang that would cause it to not start and not be fixed outside of a shop.  But I started adding it to the story, and subsequently realised that he probably would have stayed with the car (like you said) rather than go off somewhere...so I decided to make the character a non-mechanic so that he would leave his now broken car behind...I guess it was forcing the plot to move along, but oh well. ;)  

Now for the next story:

I have a word for you, Mylo.  Try one on "dissonance".

This one is a bit long and also kind of violent.  But I wanted to explore a specific type of person on the battlefield...  Next up is Yukon.

I jumped out of the drop ship onto the barren dirt that stretched for miles in every direction.  Private Miles, had set up a mobile barrage reflector on the ground, and so I quickly accepted its protection from the streams of bullets that ricocheted off the shield in all directions.  One of the bullets was deflected towards the drop ship, striking Private Pallos, who was next in line to drop…he dropped dead and tumbled to the ground.  
“Dammit!” I cried.  “Come on guys!  Just jump!”  I had never seen battle before, and tried to mask my fear with a false confidence.  “You need to get behind the reflec—“
Another bullet ricocheted, piercing Private McKillan in his right arm.  He clutched it, and quickly jumped down to avoid any more bullets.  But upon realizing what had happened to his arm, he yelled out in shock and frustration and stomped his foot on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt a few inches in the air.  
“We need to angle the reflector towards the left!  I didn’t think they’d be firing at us from the north east!” yelled Lieutenant Everett, our commander.  “Grab that side!”
I did as told; we moved the reflector to the left and rotated it slightly.  The bullets avoided the cargo bay where the rest of the soldiers were standing at the ready.  
“Now sir?!” yelled Private Rudolph, next in line.
“Get down from there dammit!” yelled Lieutenant Everett.  “Everybody drop!  Drop!”
Our goal was to capture the communications tower in the center of the bleak plain, the death field.  It was a fairly large object: a giant satellite dish angled directly up towards the grey, clouded sky.  The sun tried to peak through, but its light was dispersed by the thick layer of dirt and smoke.  
After a few more seconds, all of our men had dropped; the drop ship maximized its thrust and sped back to pick up the next cargo.  Lieutenant Everett made it very clear to us that our only intention was to move forward towards the tower.  We had anti-grenades, but we still had to worry about mines.  I didn’t know if it was lucky or not that most of the mines had been exhausted only a few days before our drop…
“Ready?!” yelled Everett.  Privates Johnson, Menzo, Garza, and myself readied ourselves at the base of the reflector.  “Move!  One!  Two!  One!  Two!” yelled Everett in a louder voice this time; we briskly pushed the reflector as the rest of our men moved forward at our speed, weapons at the ready in case of any oblique fire.  McKillan, who had tried to bandage his arm, began to feel very faint.  
“Come on McKillan,” said Private Collins.  “Come on, you’re fine…just put—“
A bullet came from the sky, hitting McKillan in the shoulder.  He yelled, fell down to the ground, started coughing, but quickly stopped and simply started to convulse from suffocation.  
“McKillan!” I yelled, knowing there was nothing I could do for him.  But perhaps I made that excuse in my head, because I was afraid of the wall of bullets between me and his body.  
“They’ve got curve bullets!” yelled Everett.  “Stay under the reflector.”
I looked to my side…I saw streams of bullets curving over the reflectors and into my fellow soldiers.  The ones who were unharmed quickly bunched into the center of the reflector, clamoring to get as far under as possible…the pressure jerked the reflector forward, revealing a couple soldiers who were instantly shot with curve bullets.  The ones who remained on the inside looked in horror at their fallen comrades.  I held tight onto my gun, hoping I wouldn’t have to use it, but knowing that at one point very soon, I would.
We continued to move forward, but the barrages got heavier.  Our reflector got stuck on a few tight rocks.  We pushed harder and the reflector jerked forward, revealing Private Amherst and Private Rudolph.  Amherst was shot in the head while a bullet traveled the length of Rudolph’s arms.  He was the youngest of us; he tried to escape further gunshot wounds but was pierced in the leg as he crawled to safety underneath the reflector.  He was crying profusely; I couldn’t imagine his pain…or his fear.  
“Help!” he yelled out.  “I’m bleeding!”
I only looked at him as he laid there bleeding blood and tears.  I couldn’t show that confidence again, and I remained quiet.  I was in pure fear; my legs started going numb as Rudolph reached his hands out towards the sky.  I wanted to help him, but I couldn’t take a step closer outside of the safety zone.  I didn’t want to be here…I signed up for this war because I thought it was my call.  I wanted to fight, but not now…  I saw the glorified recruitment videos, wanting to wield a gun and call myself strong.  Now, I was shaking like a dog, trying to escape death within a few inches of me.  A mine went off to my left, and I swore, dropped my gun, and started breathing heavily.  I felt like my body was on fire.  Rudolph was dead, but I didn’t know at that moment, and I was still debating on whether to crawl that extra foot to offer him aid.  I closed my eyes and covered my ears as if all of it would go away, yet I wanted to be brave and heroic…like my brother.  
And then, a pulse of light irradiated through the sky and a beam of light fell on the earth back where the drop ships were picking up our soldiers.  Instantaneously, the ground surrounding the beam erupted into fire…I saw the shockwave ripple through the loose dirt.  Soon after, I felt the warm air as it impacted my skin push me back against the reflector, which also moved a fair distance.  The bullets had stopped.  We could only stare in awe at the earth rising up continuously in fire, as if all of hell was erupting beneath our feet.
“Men,” began Lieutenant Everett.  He knew the war was lost.  Our last hope of defeating the enemy was gone, and soon, they would surround our barrage and brutally kill us.  I cried and stamped the ground, not realizing that Garza and Johnson were also dead until I wiped my eyes of dirt and water and gazed upon their hole-ridden bodies.  The explosion continued to gain intensity, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red target laser on Private Cole.  It seemed longer than the quarter second I waited before pushing Cole to the side, time where I thought of myself, my brother, my brothers.  I didn’t want to die today, and I knew I would if I took the shot for Cole.  But my brother took the shot long before on another continent on the other side of the world.  I couldn’t let another die…my body didn’t want to move, but my mind thrust my body to Cole and knocked him to the ground.  I was propelled backwards outside of the reflector when the bullet hit my shoulder.  But at the moment I hit the ground, I was no longer fearful…I laid there as if I were dead, wondering if I would be able to get back up.  Should I get back up?  Would a bullet strike me if I got back up now?  Another hadn’t struck me yet…  I felt cold and tired, closed my eyes, and listened to the war, Lieutenant Everett barking his commands to the few soldiers that were alive, Menzo shouting at the heavens in some language I didn’t understand, reflectors sliding across the dirt even though the mission was failed, bullets puncturing the air and their targets, screams and cries emanating from all directions as the rest of the mines blew up both soldiers and wills.  I was done.    

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Re: Mylo's Short Story Challenge!
« Reply #24 on: June 01, 2012, 12:25:58 pm »
Well written Mylo.

That story would fit "slaughter or ambush" as well.  It's tragic but soldiers have
died in similar events where everyone was killed.








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