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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 2:56 pm
This contest is something that you usually dont see much of. I want you guys to write a story (no size limit) with only animal characters. I know that it is knind of elementary but I figured that with all the stress that everyone is going through right now with post changer and school starting a fun easy contest would be good for everybody. Rules; 1. Follow the Gaia TOS.
2. Dont make fun of other peoples writing.
3.Nothing over PG-13.
4. At least two paragraphs.
5. Be creative, dont copy from a childrens picture book.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 2:58 pm
Sweet idea, maybe I can dig something out of my grouchy black hole of a brain and post it later. smile
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fallenangel_Asha Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 2:59 pm
lol mrgreen fallenangel_Asha Sweet idea, maybe I can dig something out of my grouchy black hole of a brain and post it later. smile
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 5:03 pm
Hey, here's one that is sort of a fanfiction of Cats. (yes, I'm a nerd, I know) You sort of have to know Growltiger's Last Stand, which wasn't in the recorded version.
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After Growltiger fell into the water, a great cheer went up in the Siamese. They rushed off to their sampans and their junks to light fireworks and party for the rest of the night.
Grumbuskin waited, until he was sure that they were gone, and that they had no more care for their barge. Then, darting out to the edge of the boat, he peered down into the dark water. There was no sign of life. Growltiger was gone.
Grumbuskin sighed, shaking his head. He’d told Growltiger, time and time again, to learn to swim. But did anyone listen to him? NO.
“Tumble.” He said, turning from the gunwale. “You’re first mate now, unlock the other bunks.”
“Aye sir.” Tumblebrutus turned and darted across the deck, breaking through the locks the Siamese had put on the doors.
When he returned, Grumbuskin stared around the deck, empty but for himself and Tumblebrutus. He sighed. “Report!” he shouted, using a commanding tone of voice that none had heard from the former first mate before. “All paws to deck, NOW!”
Shakily, the crew filed onto the deck. When they were all there, Tumblebrutus hopped up next to Grumbuskin. “We lost three cats, sir.” He said, holding up his paw, “Two cabin-kits, and a cook.”
Grumbuskin nodded. “All right.” He said, and he started pacing the gunwale. “All right, all of you! Growltiger’s gone, so I’m taking over now. Anybody got a problem with that?” he glared around at them all, looking at Tumblebrutus as well.
The ship was silent, except for the loud firecrackers exploding overhead and the celebrations of the Siamese cats both on their boats and on shore.
“Good. We might as well stay here in Molesey, so you’re free to go in the morning. Stay here overnight; we don’t know what enemies we might have on the night-time shore. You have a week to stay on land, and then I want us out of here, and heading towards London, got it?” He glared at them all again until a meow of agreement was aroused.
“Well, what are you waiting for, you bilge-cats? Clean up this mess!” With that, Grumbuskin leaped down to the deck, striding between the sudden rush of moving cats, all eager to stay off his bad side. They might not have heard his commanding tone before, but they all had heard his temper.
He trotted into the captain’s cabin and looked around. It was full of things that reminded him of the late Growltiger. Growltiger’s last dying screech as he fell into the salty brine came washing over Grumbuskin again, and he shivered, jumping up onto the desk. It would haunt him forever, he knew, but there was nothing he could do.
There was a knock on the door and it opened. “Sir?” Tumblebrutus peeked around the wood. “They’re done cleaning, and have all gone to bed.”
“That was quick.”
“There were a lot of them who don’t normally clean out there. It doubled the speed. Plus, they’re a bit scared of you.” Tumblebrutus jumped lightly onto the back of the green cushioned captain’s chair.
“How’s the crew morale?” Grumbuskin asked.
“They’re not quite sure what to think.” Tumblebrutus replied, licking his fur smooth. “They’re partly scared of what’s going to happen now.”
“How do they feel about Growltiger’s death? That’s what I meant.” Grumbuskin had to know. After all, if they were sad, he’d try to continue in Growltiger’s pawprints. If they were glad, he’d go a new direction. But it all depended on the crew, the only way to prevent a mutiny.
“Again, they’re not quite sure what to think. They’re sad because he got us a lot of loot, and they’re glad because he was so scary, and they’re also scared because they think his ghost is going to haunt them.”
“And you, Tumble?” Grumbuskin asked, turning his gaze to his first mate. “What do you think we should do?”
“I don’t know, sir.” Tumblebrutus murmured. “I’m guessing that a bunch of cats will disappear during shore leave.”
“Then we’ll wait until we leave to see how many we have left. After all, the ones who leave are cowards who don’t deserve to be on this ship! They ruin her good name!” Grumbuskin stood now, glad that his big decision was put off for a week.
“Yes, sir.” Tumblebrutus said, trying to hide his yawn. He was unsuccessful.
Grumbuskin gave Tumblebrutus a small grin. “Go get some sleep, Tumble. Then you can go ashore in the morning as well.”
“Thank you, sir, but I won’t be going ashore.” Tumblebrutus hopped off the chair and headed for the door.
“Why not? You want drink and solid ground don’t you?” Grumbuskin called.
“Yes sir, I do, but I don’t trust myself. If I left now, I might not come back.” Tumblebrutus answered, his own fearful memories of Growltiger’s last screams running through his head. His tail flipped around the door as he added, “Besides, someone needs to look after you, sir.”
Grumbuskin was taken aback by Tumblebrutus’s honesty. Then he laughed. “For a ruthless pirate, Tumble, you have your merit.”
He leaped lightly to the window, staring out at the celebrating Siamese sampans, their rockets and firecrackers still exploding like thunder. Growltiger was gone, and now the barge was under new management. Grumbuskin would have to make the hardest choice of his life: keep going, or turn back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:15 pm
fallenangel_Asha Sweet idea, maybe I can dig something out of my grouchy black hole of a brain and post it later. smile I second this motion. mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 12:03 pm
I would like to make it a nursery but no ryhming.
THE LITTLE CHICK
Once Upon a time there was a Chick
He heard the joke of Why the chicken crossed the Road!
He was not happy.
He asked Mama Chick If she thought it was funny.
Mama Chick said'No.'She added a but.....It makes us sound brave
even if We die.Little chick Said he was going to cross the road.
He was chewing gum and it ran out of flavor so he threw it away.
By accident it got on his foot without him knowing!
He crossed the road and made it.
Now there is a new joke that makes gum look brave:
Why did the gum cross the road?
ITS NOT WORDY BUT ITS PRETTY MUCH FOR CHILDREN!
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 2:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 6:18 pm
The Faithless Tom
‘Twas a bright summer day when the sky was pale blue and the sun cast its warmth upon the earth. Small white flecks of light dappled the forest floor. The trees were alive with the chattering of squirrels and the singing of birds. Even the bees joined in with their gentle hum. The leaves parted as a blazing red tom strutted around in the undergrowth. His pelt gleamed and a mane of fur flared out around his neck, taking on a lion-like appearance. Pine green eyes surveyed the forest, seeking out an object known only to him. He sat himself down and turned his head to groom himself. But as he did so his eyes rest upon a she-cat with pale brown fur and fair blue eyes. Her silky pelt clung to her slender form. He got once again to his paws and raised his tail high in greeting. Bowing his head low and extending a leg he purred, "Hello m'lady. What brings a fair maid such as yourself out on this fine summer's day?"
The sandy colored she-cat's eyes met those of the fiery tom. She turned her head and giggled, embarrassed by the other cat's praise. Shyly she said, "I came here to enjoy the weather." Her eyes were fixed on her petite paws. She meowed, "Oh…I'm sorry. It seems I haven't introduced myself. My name's Aura."
Forestfire stood himself up and rumbled, "Oh yes. Where are my manners? I go by Forestfire but you, m'gel, can call me Fire." He dipped his head and touched his nose to her paw, a gentle purr vibrating in his throat. She's perfect. Indeed she was; she was the cat he had been looking for. At least, she was at the moment. His dark green eyes glinted in the sunlight breaking through the leaves in the thick canopy.
In a small, sweet voice Aura meowed, "Well then, Fire, would you like to go hunting?" A gentle breeze ruffled her long, fawn colored fur. She got to her paws and shook bits of moss from her coat. Her long fur got terribly ruffled. She paused and took a moment to groom it. Not long after it was back to its former beauty. She turned her head, ready to go hunting. But then she saw a terrible sight. It was one that brought her bouts of hate and rage. It was Forestfire flirting with another she-cat.
Her pelt was black as night and her eyes were black as well. Her coat was short and sleek, shinning prettily. She spoke in a warm, gentle voice, not unlike that of a lark trilling out the first song of the spring. And Forestfire was singing her praise in his baritone voice. Aura's sandy colored pelt bristled with unbridled anger. "Well, Fire, do you care to explain this?" Her voice was no longer the gentle whisper it had been. It was low and quivered with fury.
The dark red tom purred cheerily. He mewed, "Oh, Aura! I'd like you to meet Sapphira!" He flicked his tail towards the dark black she-cat, his evergreen eyes shinning brightly. He obviously had no clue what he had done wrong as a huge grin was plastered on his maw.
Tears began to bead up in Aura's baby blue eyes. Her tail drooped. "I-I thought you loved me!" Her voice was bitter with resentment and sorrow. He had been so nice to her at first; so—so gentle and caring. But apparently that had all been a lie. He had never truly liked her. She was just there to keep him busy until he found another cat to pad after. But the worst part was she still wanted him! How could she possibly still like him? He had betrayed her. It wasn't fair.
Forestfire meowed, "Oh buck up m'gel! This doesn't mean I don't love you." He still didn't get it.
Sapphira hissed, "What?" A snarl crept its way across her face as she stared at Forestfire. Like Aura she had thought Forestfire liked her. Only her. She didn't think he would go running back to that other cat. She spat, "Good riddance tom!" as she turned and darted away, not even casting a backwards glance.
Aura too hissed at Forestfire. "If you wish to keep a she-cat learn to be a bit more faithful!" She too darted away and into the depths of the forest, leaving Forestfire completely alone.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 10:21 pm
It was a fair dark night on halloween, when the raven perched on the scarecrow surrounded by tall dried grass. It seemed so lonely up there, but it made no indication that it was. I was walking, on that same fair dark night. I saw the raven perched there on the scarecrow in the field surrounded by tall grass, and I called to it. "What is your name," I said. The raven only stared in the distance. Being the lost golden retriever I was, I did not know whether to make friend or keep walking. But then the crow cawed, the first sound it had made all night. "I'm hungry," it said. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?", I was really confused about this crow. As I walk towards it I guess I look confused, because the crow caws out, "Just bring me something, anything!". With the crow's last command, I left in search of something a crow might like. It was really dark now, and Im not really sure what to search for, but I could smell something that made my nose tingle. the rich smell of candy filled my nostrils and I myself felt hungry. A little lantern shown in the distance, and I think I saw some mice carrying stolen candy bags. "Well," I said to my self, "I am gonna get candy for me and the crow to share." After I silently crept closer the mice were distracted by the cawing of the crow, and I snatched the candy bag right from their whiskers. I ran back as fast as I could to the crow, and it put a big big beaky smile on its birdy face. "Why thank you my puppy pal, why don't you hand me the bag so I can grab some candy out of it." I gave the crow the bag, and low and I couldn't believe it, but the crow flew off with the bag. It just goes to show you, don't ever trust anyone when your off on your own. You might be jipped of your candy.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:19 pm
The winner is...
Naeshira!!!!!!
Congratulations you win 1k gold!!
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:20 pm
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