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[Rychon]

I don't actually want to start, since my summaries are usually long-winded and scatterbrained, but everyone is of course welcome to let out those old ideas bouncing around their heads! Of course, you can also post short stories, or, if it's longer, links to your stories.

This is my solution to not being able to draw worth crud. Although I do have some sketches I MIGHT post later.

If the thread dies I might actually start. You've been warned.

[Wildekarrde]

its not a story, its a song, but I really like it... so don't be too harsh...


First Kiss

I will tell you a story of life’s great mystery
Of the finding of another out in this great big sea
I met her on hill, we were both burnt out on life
The things that we had seen and done had cut us like a knife
We joked around and flirted, I never even learned her name
But we were having fun together and in spirit we were the same
I learned of her over the month and I wanted to know more
But the wheel of life had something else in store
I missed her at the fair, even though I searched far and wide
And in the end I gave up and heaved a lonely sigh

The world has got a way of bringing two together
We often just don’t see it, ‘til we find one another

As the months crept she faded from my mind
So it was more than luck when I stumbled on my find
A red fool and a blue and both of them knew
Of the place where I could find her and what time she was due
And when that time came round, I found her on the road
The vision of her stunned me for her beauty I had not known
Before when I had seen her she was dressed for hacking weeds
And as she stood before me it nearly shattered all my dreams
For never in my life would she ever fall for me
I could never court a lady with even half of her beauty

But the world has got a way of bringing two together
We often just don’t see it, ‘til we find one another

I spent all of that evening in the presence of a goddess
And never for moment would I have guessed what happened next
She asked me for a kiss to seal that night together
And the kiss it felt like floating and I’d hoped it would last forever
Now the story it goes on from here, and those who know me well
Know that I have touched the peaks of both heaven and hell
But for this fine evening I shall leave with you the bliss
The happiness that stems from two lover’s first kiss

The world has got a way of bringing two together
We often just don’t see it, ‘til we find one another
And lives get intertwined and happiness does flourish
And everything that grows, it all starts with one kiss

[Catlegend]

oooooo... that sure is purdy there Mr. Karrde

[Wildekarrde]

now, if I could only make it to Amergins...

[LadyNightshade]

Here's a little story I'm working on. When I get some more time, I'll actually be able to work on it.
Just be warned, it is not a pretty story.
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2229882/1/

[Rychon]

Rereading the tale of Moss's name, it occurred to me that I never really tell the source of my own.

Actually, I made it up (yeah, it existed before but I don't care) for the main character of a story I used to entertain myself with back in middle school. I never really wrote it, but it was cool to toy with and while the character was not based off of me, I liked her name enough to take it.

The reason it's so easily applied to me and to a certain RPG character is that it is suitably androgenous and ambiguous, which is just what the character for my story needed to be. She chose the name for herself, and I never really decided what her real name was going to be. You see, this girl doesn't truly exist.

Well, that doesn't quite sound right, I know. Of course she doesn't; I made her up. But in her own world she isn't quite there either. I had a lot of variations as to how this could happen, but the jist of it is that Rychon more or less looses the ability to die. I phrase it that way intentionally. I had this theory in my head of time being circular, but for this story in particular, time was shaped like the sign for infinity. I came up with a system of creators and the created. Humans, for example, would create (directly or indirectly) a race that would eventually replace them. Robots, for example, like in the Terminator. The robots would eventually create another replacement, and on and on. However, with the circular time concept, our line of creations would eventually lead to the (probably indirect) creation of mankind. Maybe the Big Bang would be in the middle, which is why I used an infinite. In any case, it was self-perpetuating and never had a variation because everything would always happen exactly the same. Well, Rychon somehow became unable to die (might go into THAT later), and threw a nice little wrench into the mix. Because she was no longer able to live her normal course of life, the timecycle was no longer identical to the one before it. What's more, whatever she happens to do causes big changes down the line, no matter how little it seems.

I used to have a lot of little stories about remeeting a person who she had come to know in the cycle before. I decided that if I ever wrote it, it would start out with her telling some random person (the reader) about her adventures, and each time she would explain that they had met many times before, but ah, of course they would not remember. Eventually she would find a way to go back, make a deal with whatever had allowed her to live forever and go back. The end would have her speaking to the reader again, telling the tale of how she got her life back, along with the knowledge that she would finally die. Then her mom would call her--by her real name--and she'd head home.

Not bad for a middle schooler, I'd say, but I don't know how I thought I'd ever seriously do something with it.

It sprang from Jack London's Creed, particularly the line that goes, "I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet." I thought, What would it really be like to be permanent?

[Voyd]

I've had so many little mini-stories in my head that I wanted to flesh out, but by the time I actually sit down and sort it out it sounds so stupid that I convince myself it won't work...

does this just happen to me or do other people get it too? ^^;

[LadyNightshade]

It happens to everyone.

[Irish]

hmmkay so this is something I'm doing with friends. I think the story is ridiculous. And pretty silly. and such...but it's their ideas and my words...so this is just some of it...oh..and I haven't edited anything yet..so if it has mistakes or needs a new way a being said go ahead and point it out prease (haha 'prease' ....wow..im tired..)


His countenance was twisted with cruelty as his cold dark eyes stared down at the creature he once called his brother. Now as it lay dying at his feet, he thought of this “brother” only as a nuisance, a thorn in his side, an enemy which he would be glad to be rid of. “Has your ugly human form finally started to disgust you, or would you just rather die as a beast?” he asked his brother with a tone in his voice which suggested he was on the verge of laughter.
“Just…be done with…your evil deed…Ravric,” said the dying brother; his white scales shimmered in the light of the rising sun, radiating rainbow hues with every ragged intake of breath. His bruised and broken legs bore four tattoos, hardly visible through his fresh scars, from his lizard-like face fell whiskers thick as ropes, dipping and flowing gracefully with the shallow creek in which he laid. This same creek was now quickly carrying away the dragon’s blood as it poured from his sides and mouth.
Ravric smiled as if a good joke had just been told, his strange pointed ears twitching, “I hope you’ve enjoyed your...murder...as I have,” he said casually as he walked over to the dragon’s head and tapped not so gently on it’s cheekbone with his heel, “As much as I would like to stay and watch the thread between balance and chaos pass away slowly in pain, I’m afraid other matters are calling. Besides, it will keep me warm at night knowing you suffered, Arryn, rather than killing you quickly and making it less fun, especially when it was your last request for it to be quick,” Ravric stated, the laugh he’d held back broke through, the echoes of his chilling cackle bounced off the trees of the forest, making Arryn wince. Ravric noticed his younger brother flinch and his grin widened and brows lifted, setting wrinkles into his pale skin. Brushing strands of his silver hair aside, Ravric bowed his tall body mockingly, “Good riddance, dear brother.” With that, he winked one of his unnatural eyes at Arryn and disappeared with the sound that was something like a person blowing out a candle.
The brother left behind shifted his weight slightly, wincing as his brain was alerted to more wounds. As Arryn was about to close his eyes to wait in peace and pain for his death he heard voices, which at first he though were in his head, maybe his pains had driven him crazy. But a few more seconds of listening told him they were quite real. Three voices? Four? Yes, four, the number was made clear when one began to shriek with laughter.
They were female, something more obvious than the number. At first the dying dragon thought this to be someone’s final joke on him, to humiliate him, to be seen in such a state by a bunch of foolish little girls. Then, it dawned on Arryn. He could turn this joke on Ravric. If he died, the elements would be unbound and become unbalanced, letting loose chaos on the earth, but if he passed his control of the elements onto these girls…Well, at least there would be less chaos, even if the elements were bound to fools.
Only seconds after Arryn heard the girls’ steps into this clearing another shriek came from one of the girls. This time, though, this screech was not cause by fits of laughter, but instead by surprise and fear.

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That shriek rang through the solemn forest. The resounding echoes seemed to come from everywhere before finally fading away. The quartet of girls halted at the edge of the clearing, the bloody scene horrifying them. The girls watched, frozen in fear, a grim look coming over them all as the dragon took his final struggling breath, stiffened, and grew silent.
This silence became deafening, even the seemingly endless babble of the creek quieted itself. Though the scene was bleak the character of the dragon showed relief, his martyrdom was over, and the august Arryn could rest. His whole frame shook, making his scales shimmer, and with that his figure slowly vanished into white light. The girls stood there in awe, two of them fighting off tears of grim fright. Another had been overcome with the depression of the gruesome sight and let tears run. The last girl, standing slightly behind the others, winced when the body shook, but her face stayed a steady grimace, her eyes tearless. The light slowly faded and broke into four smaller glimmers; one red, one blue, one green, and one yellow.
Each ball of light began to move, and each with its own way. The faintly yellow one circled and swirled in wide circles until it slowly came to a slow stop in front of one of the girls, the tall blonde, blue-eyed one. The blazing red zipped in fierce zigzags, halting in front of a girl with long light brown hair and deep brown eyes, the scowling one. The green glimmer swung around trees and stayed low to the ground, slowing, but staying in motion, near the feet of the youngest girl, a stout one, also with brown hair and eyes, shorter than the others. And finally the pulsing blue light, which had been wandering lightly over everyone’s heads, came to a pause in front of girl with tanned skin and black hair, whose glasses reflected the blue light as it bobbed near her face.
The girls looked at each other in confusion, all with evidence in their eyes saying they were ready to flee. “Teddy,” The black haired girl said nervously.
“Sh,” Was the response her friend gave, not taking her eyes of the red orb floating before her.
The lights started to circle around the four. What happened next would change the four girl’s lives forever. The lights whirled faster around them, dancing and crackling like lighting. As girls turned to run colorful lights flew into their backs, disappearing as the lights made contact. The girls collapsed screaming, a sound filled with pain and fear. For them it felt like a searing hot rod had been put through their back, every movement making more agonizing. A while the lay there writhing. As fast as the pain came, it stops and as if in mercy, all four black out, now sprawled out on the damp forest floor, the creek’s burble slowly dominating the last of the scream’s echoes.

[Voiceless]

I have a Deviantart account where I post my stories. I have two that I do on a regular basis.

The first is Sessions of the Down. Set in a post-apocalyptic Earth inhabited by mutations of the human race, Sessions is an epic storytelling of a small group of individuals whose fight for personal freedom turns into a guerilla war against the gods themselves. This story is based off of a messageboard RP I helped run a few years back. The introduction (My second submission on my DA) was written during my half-hour break at A&W.

The second story I write is called Elements of War. Four young adults are stolen from this world by a magic artifact and transplanted into a realm of fantasy. Now with a new world, new priorities, and even new bodies, will these unlucky adventurers find a way home? Or are the lures of this new place so enticing that they refuse to leave?

*smirks* Trust me, the stories are much better than these hokey intros I whipped up on the spot. I am in part indebted to you, Moss, for this endeavor. A long afternoon (read: two days of little sleep) of comic and fanfic browsing inspired me to start these projects.


EDIT: After all that, I forgot to post the site.

isawafunaki.deviantart.com

[Catlegend]

I'm honoured ^^

[Wildekarrde]

I've been working on a story for a few years... I'll post it at some point, but I have rewritten twice already so hopefully someday I'll finish it... if I had a scanner I would scan in the char concepts that Moss drew... very well done.
Its a somewhat post apocolyptic earth with purposeful genetic mutations from experiments with the human genome... it's called Soldier's Life, and after perusing a few peoples deviantart accounts, I may have to start one and put up some of my writings... (can't draw worth a damn though...)

[Rychon]

I have an interesting post-apocolypse one in which a semi-large group of people went underground, literally (sort of a large, uncovered fallout shelter). The top layer of this shelter is reserved for farmland and a few livestock grazing areas, so most of the population lives without sun. Well, after a time they realized that someone had to run the show, and there was a massive conflict over who would lead. Two prospective leaders were chosen, but before it could come to a vote, one was killed. By default, the other became the ruler of the Underground City, but many stood against him. Two factions arose, those who followed the new ruler, and those who now considered themselves non-citizens. Well, they couldn't leave, so they went Underground. Well...in the metaphorical sense. As generations passed, the Outlaws continued to almost equal the law-abiding citizens (I used to call them the Feds as an all-encompassing term but that's kind of silly).

Well, there's my setting anyway. The story's less stable. I'm beginning to think I like setting more than plot. That or writing stuff down takes away all the different possibilities. That or I have a really short attention span.

That, and then Breath of Fire IV came out. Dammit.

[Voiceless]

I've been working on a story for a few years... I'll post it at some point, but I have rewritten twice already so hopefully someday I'll finish it... if I had a scanner I would scan in the char concepts that Moss drew... very well done.
Its a somewhat post apocolyptic earth with purposeful genetic mutations from experiments with the human genome... it's called Soldier's Life, and after perusing a few peoples deviantart accounts, I may have to start one and put up some of my writings... (can't draw worth a damn though...)

You should do it. I like reading other people's stuff. Gives me stuff to leech er..... I mean inspires me for future Sessions. >.> <.<

Yeah, that's it. Inspires....

=D

[Wildekarrde]

So, I started one, haven't put up any of my stories yet, but I do have three songs on there, one of which you'll recognize from here... but here it is

http://wildekarrde.deviantart.com/

[Voyd]

Ehm, boredom and a friend needing candle poetry led to haiku written in chemistry (its not very good, but I felt that I had to contribute something ):

Flucker splutter snuff,
There goes my light yet again,
Stupid short matches.


Such a pretty thing,
I want to hold you closely.
Ah! Very hot wax.



eheh... they're bad, but my friend found them amusing, sooooooo have a laugh, neh? ^^

[LadyNightshade]

I think that's rather clever. I'm no good at Haikus.

[Voyd]

took me a while to get into the rhythm, but I can't get onto the making them meaningful... they're usually just random spouts of nonsense ^^'

Kind of like this free verse (my favourite category) - gonna put it on my devart after exams (and probably after editing it a few times ):

Circumference

Frustrated,
Elated.
Crushed,
But soaring all the same.

Falling down,
Flying up.
It's all the same,
You wouldn't go anywhere else.

Go far,
Go nowhere at all.
There's nowhere new,
Nothing else to do.

Seen it all,
It's nothing new.
Monotony tires,
It all comes 'round again.




wrote that a while ago when I was reeeally bored... obviously, it hasn't been edited yet, so erm... don't pick out all the mistakes I know are there, kee? ^^'

[Snowy]

as if you didn't put that in my book (the haiku)!!!!

post the rest! ^^

[Voyd]

it was cloud's decision!

yes, they're all about candles cause that was what the page was on ^^'
(keep in mind I only had about half an hour to write all of them and half-edit the poems... like a word or two)
but yes, the haiku and these two next poem-y things are for snowy *clears throat* none of them really have any titles, soooo...

Fragile flicker,
Shield from cold
I hold you against dark.
While the cold wind blows,
I'll hold you safe.
No guttering spirit
Shall wayward wander
And snuff you from
My sight.


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Tall stump,
Fragile strength,
Column of light,
Holder of fire.
Rite of passage,
Hold me safe.
Contain the flame,
Keep me from cold;
I'll keep you in tust.



... those look longer when they're written out on my piece of paper ^^;

but yes, for snowy. ^^