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furry arts discussion => furry storytelling => Topic started by: DarkDemon on September 19, 2012, 10:43:13 pm
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Welcome. This is mai Story Challenge thread! Haha! Like the title? (: I plan to let you choose any word and toss it right into the thread! Please be appropriate, and do not type one million words please!!! D: I have school and will post whenever I has time, so please, be patient with this little wolf!
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So...another taker to the challenge. Well, I guess I shall start you off here, with...Demon. Totally NOT inspired by the title. (:
Just have fun with it, no pressure. :)
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Awesome Demon! I'll give you word #2: reconstruction. And like Jet said...no pressure. ;)
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Okee, first one ever... And please don't be disappointed if it's not amazing! ;P
Demon~
The reek of evil screeches deep from within the pit of your soul, your once beautiful eyes harboring the flame of pain and destruction wrought out by your very being. Death and anger shadowing you like a toxic cloud of rage! The poison in your words wither my heart as your potent silver tongue cuts the fragile thing to pieces. Your hatred has caused my hopes to flutter away like a bird with broken wings, trying to soar with nothing to keep it going. Sadly bound to an earth that crumbles around it, all by your mischievous doings. You may think you have won, you may think that hope has been defeated, decimated, has finally ceased in its attempts to survive. But, as it's giving you a steely glare, you soon realize, the world you have built upon wicked ground, is just a grave you dug to represent your own doom. Hope will once again rise to the brilliant skies in which it belongs, leaving you lonesome in the ashes of you very own havoc.
... I guess that's okay... I'm very tired, felt like using big words :D and couldn't really think of anything other than a sort of poem... :/ I don't think it's my best work, I could've done waaaaayyy better if I didn't has distraction. :P This disease I have, it's called LIFE!! I wish it would stop poking its ugly head into my virtual world of AWESOMENESS!! XD
So what is thought of my half-way awake "art"? I didn't know where to go with this, I could've taken it in a whole different direction. o.o
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Looks good to me. How about "shadow"
No hurry. :orbunny:
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That's a good description Demon. :) Maybe for your next story, add a character and see how he/she reacts to something like this. You're doing great so far. :)
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Alrighty, here I go with Reconstruction. :3 The first thing I thought of when I saw this was "Bridges", because my dad and his friends used to work on them and houses and just build stuff, literally, from thin air!! :D
-Reconstruction-
The subtle beeping of my alarm clock pulled me slowly awake from a warm slumber. Without opening my eyes to the cold gray world of dawn, I toss the woolly quilt off of my body and stretch my muscular arms over my head. I finish my stretch with a deep yawn and finally open my eyes, revealing their shimmery blue, normally gorgeous, color... I could tell they were bloodshot by the way the air stung them, making me begin vigorously rubbing them with my black-gloved paws. I sit up on the bed and swing my feet over the left side, shaking my head to help wake myself up. I blew a tuft of my black hair out of my eyes before I began cracking my neck and back. I angrily groaned as the muscles in my back were strained at even the slightest movement. Swiftly twitching my ears, I gaze out of the small window to my left, the darkness of night still held a grip on the world even at six in morning... Sighing, I plant my foot-paw pads firmly on the chilly wooden floor, cursing myself for leaving the heater off. 'I knew I should've turned it on before going to bed last night....' I growl to myself as I stand and check the little 'thermometer' that hangs next to my lamp. The little glass thing read forty-five degrees, the mercury inside of it rising at a very slow rate. I flatten my black ears and swat at the alarm clock, it's beeping had by then become like some sort of deranged screech... I cross my dark red arms over my light cream tinted chest, trying to stay warm for a while before I take a nice hot shower. I head over to my small closet and open the white door, having to jostle the bright brass knob a few times before hand. I snag a bright blue tee-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, along with my vibrant yellow hardhat, some socks and such. I drape the clothes over my forearm and hold the hat in my hands, twisting it around to make the puke-green reflecting tape glint. I always hated that color, but it sure was noticeable... I chuckle at the thought of the day I got this thing, the boss just threw it on my head and barked, "Get to work!" I was pretty sure I hated that guy, at least, until I started doing a great job at this building stuff. I head off to the bathroom and take my shower (no details fo' you! XD). I dry off my fur with the gray towel that is always waiting on the rack, and throw my clothes on quickly. Then I rush back to my room and grab my phone just so I don't furget it like last time. I head back to the bathroom checking the time by pushing the button to turn it on, it read '6:15'. When in the bathroom I grab my hardhat and plop it sloppily on my massive head before turning towards the mirror and confirming my eyes to be bloodshot. Although, I can't say I didn't look good for a red-wolf who's had no beauty sleep. I give a grin to the mirror to check my teeth, "White as they'll ever be...." I mumble and brush them for a minute with some crest toothpaste. I rinse my mouth with some generic mouthwash and then start walking to my door, ready to leave. I wince at the creaking floor and try to concentrate more on my light tan walls so it wont bother me as much as usual. Almost to the door, I see the car keys and my wallet sitting on the small antique table and stuff them into my pocket, then crouch to put on the dusty steel toed boots that are always leaving dirt marks on that one spot in the floor. I believe they've made a stain in the actual wood... No time to worry about that now, though, I've got to get to work. With the laces tightly tied, I jump into my old silver mustang and begin to back out of the drive way. I head down Mill Creek road and drive straight for fifteen minutes, coming around the bend and parking in the lot for this job's work site. I hop out and walk up to the gate, waving to the fur that holds the slow traffic signs. He waves back and then goes back to his duty as I walk to the already busy workplace. I gaze proudly at the bridge, the crew is almost finished reconstructing it! I head over to my group of friends and ask how the day has gone so far, all answer with 'crappy' or a sarcastic 'just great', but I know they don't mind working there, in fact, we all love it! Not a day goes by that we aren't joking or having fun, even with freezing rain or blazing sun. None of us don't have to stay out in these extreme elements, but a lot of us stay because we need to... Most of us guys working on the bridge don't have even a high school education, drop outs because of work or just a stupid mistake... Me, I got screwed over by the system, bankrupt because the people who ran Crystal Bank decided the little guys who worked for the cash that's in there, could do just fine without it... So, my girlfriend left me because bank actually had the gull to take my house and foreclose it! and took the first job that came my way, building bridges... It pays great money, but... Nothing compared to having the life I was set on the path for... I was going to marry that girl, she left because of money, too. Either way, I don't want to think of that now... About the bridges, it makes us feel like we've accomplished something. And I believe we have, we get to leave our imprint on the world, show someone that we were here, and we meant something. "Dean, come on! We got work to do!" I hear my friend Jerry calling me over to the group. They were headed off to begin work, completely leaving my thoughts and I to stand in the dust. I chuckle and race over to catch up with the leopard and the rest. The sun was finally rising, we'd be sure to get hot later on today, but I don't care. We pick up our tools and walk to our part of the bridge...
Not the best ending... I got carried away with the beginning of the day :P Will do Shadow soon!
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That was a very detailed slice-of-life story Demon! I could vividly picture the story in my head...just the right amount of description if you ask me. Continue to keep that balance in your future stories. ;) So, here is another word: art.
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I agree on the descriptions. Just right so not to slow down the story.
Kept it interesting too.
Good job. :orbunny:
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Having writers block, I soooo sorry. :( I'll work on Shadow soon though, need to find inspirations! ^^ :D
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Alrighty! I'm back! :D Time to work on Shadow ^^ The idea I had for this was actually a sort of sweeter, nicer theme. I thought of night time and then thought of water, and eventually thought of the pretty scene in the movie robin hood and kinda wanted to steal that setting :P But, I haven't seen the movie in a while but I think it's like a dancing scene or something... Even if it wasn't, I'm gonna do a dancing thingy! :D (P.S.:Is very tired, this may end up being a WIP...) Hope you like:
-Shadow-
The water rippled around the delicate palm dipped in the river, swirling away as that paw began to caress the clear, cool surface. The roar of the nearby falls seemed a dull splashing compared to the thoughts raging around in the head of the young vixen as she waited the arrival of her soul mate. As she leaned off the edge of the silvery rock, vibrant green eyes stared back at her from the depths of the seemingly deep water. The vixen let out a sigh with a mixture of confusion, anger, and pain. They had agreed to meet here at sundown, to watch the sky be set afire with the brilliance of the dying sun. She remembered when they had made these plans, it was the same day they had shared a first kiss... She let out a sigh of confusion now, and began to twirl the water again. The vixen flipped over to lie on her back, letting her left paw rest on the ground and her other flat across her stomach. The stars winked at her through the dark shadows of leaves above her. She knew the moon wouldn't be out tonight, a new moon, she had taken it as a symbol of a new beginning... Maybe... That's what she had hoped for anyways... The fox tried to think of other things, determined not to let any bad feelings take root inside her thoughts. With this she failed, although, sleep seemed like a fairly good option right about now... She rolled over and stood on the ground, slowly lowering herself to the grass, so as not to ruin her silk dress too much, and then she curled up next to the rock. As she shut her eyes, wind began strolling around the small field, dancing with the trees and playfully tugging at the vixens hair. She flattened her shimmery orange hair against her head and tucked it under her neck, making her warmer and a bit more tired. But, a sudden crackling sound made her eyes snap open. Smoky smells hit her nose, making her curious... She sat up and looked around, eyes opened a little wider now. She realized that a small fire had been made nearby... She gave it a curious look and sat up completely straight, surprised when something fell off of her shoulder. She looked down at her side to see that a cloak had been draped over her while she was asleep. Cocking her head, she lifted it and looked at the dark velvety material, giving it a sniff. Excitement rushed through her as she recognized the smell, that warm, earthy scent of her soul mate. She jumped up with a yip and looked around, ears perked and tail held high. "Krew! Where are you? Please stop playing these games and come out!" The vixen said, her sweet voice echoing around her. She looked around at her surroundings, noticing many little lights bouncing through the air. Small fireflies, she finally concluded when a few were close enough. The little insects illuminated the trees around her, making the dark moss seem to glow... The vixen pulled on the cloak and tied the thick string around her neck into a pretty little bow. "Alright, if you won't come out, I'll just have to keep this..." She began twirling in a circle around the small area, letting the thick cloak cling to her even as she spun in high circles. ((WIP: WILL FINISH LATER, SORRY IF YOU READ THIS FAR XP HAS TO GO TO BED, But tell me how you like so far! I haven't really gone back over it yet either, this is raw work :D))
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how about the word neko
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Nice work for a raw write. Darkdemon.
How about "crystal" for a word. :orbunny:
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oh oh you should combine the words and be a crystal neko *flails excitedly* That flies around with rocket packs o.o or you know something
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:( I just finished the Shadow story... Hit save.... And it went poof... All mai new writings! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DX< WHY WORLD!!!!???????!!!!!!!!!!!!
...I will work on the other things soon.......
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Sorry to hear about the loss of the story..
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I haven't posted here for a little while... (: My bad
If you still cares enough to read my stuff XD, I'm combining the last two words that were posted, "Crystal" and "Neko". The gist of what came to mind is a story about a young neko who decides to run away from his home, Sir Katts Orphanage, to begin an adventure. The children there were taught how to behave in a very strict manner... The orphans were mostly taught things that would ready them for an average everyday job. Very boring and simple tasks, the children were practically stripped of all imagination. But, a recurring dream had sparked the young neko's interest, it was filled with dazzling crystals that pulsed with glowing power. Something drew the young neko to the crystals, but there was something behind them that seemed to ward him away.... Soon he was getting more of an imagination and wanted to express it through art.... Which he began to share with the nun-like workers. They quickly became worried and scolded the boy, starting to burn any pictures he drew. When he started to rebel against them, like they were trying to prevent, he was beaten and made an example of to the other orphans. Now I'm writing this as a sort of rough draft, I'm thinking about having a different world, not like aliens but just like a random fur world.... There's a bad guy, kinda like a king or some dictator that doesn't want rebellions but this kid has dreams from an ancient ghosty dude who shows him what the power of the crystals can do. But the dictator evil guy has hidden the things away in order to keep power and I was going to incorporate magic, loooots of magics, but I have a sort of low muse right now... Sorry world! XP But anyways, how do like my mixed-up sorta vague plot?!
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That looks like a fine idea for a story. :orbunny:
Best of the season for you and yours.
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I haven't read your post, because it appears as though you be sayin that there will be a story based on it, and I hates spoilers! I like the work you've done though! Can't wait to read more :D