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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:30 am

Gather around the fireplace, and let us tell stories. Short stories, scary stories, happy stories, sad stories. If you have no story, make one up! If you just saw a cool movie or show, give a summery of it. If you wrote a poem, post it. This is Story Time, because comic makers are also writers.

Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:33 am

I'll start with a scary story:
MANVARG
(Disclaimer: Yes, the ManVarg and Wolfbane are names I took from the book, The Sight, by David Clement-Davis. I'm pretty sure i made up (almost) everything else, but it was a long time ago and I cant remember.)

Every year on Holloween, the children of Annatto St would dress up in their favorit costums and gather together at the edge of the wood. There they play games and exchange candy and other goodies. As the midnight aproched, the children of Annatto St would make a small camp fire to light the darkness. Then they would all gather in a big circle on the grass and tell scary storys of pale ghosts and feindish gouls in the night; they would share with each other their worst memories that year, they would recall old legends and myths the old ones used to tell, and they would sing songs of darkness and fear passed down to them from generation before. But they knew that there was nothing to fear in mere storys and together by the light of the moon and the blaze of the fire they knew they were safe from any ill fourtune that may come their way. Then, as the sunlight slowly melted its way back into the world and the shadows retreated silently back into the trees, the children of Annatto St would slowly make their way back home to their awaiting parents, until next time. For that was the way they had always done it on the night of Holloween.

"I don't see why we have ta go," complained Mark as he and his friends made their way up the hill to the triditional meeting place at the edge of the woods. They were all dressed up in there own unique costums. Mark was dressed up as a galient knight in not-so-shinny armor. His friend Ben was a feirce pirate with a pach-eye and hook. Mark's other friend, James, was a samori worrier, complete with komono and a fake katana made of cardboard. "I mean, what's the point?" Mark continued to say, "Every year's the same! We go to the forest, give each other candy, tell storys and go home! Big Woop!" "It's a tradition we are expected to uphold," Ben replyed, "We've always gone to these gatherings. Besides, the storys aren't always the same and I do love storys." "Yeah!" James said, "Like the one last year. You know? The one about the ManVarg?" Mark snorted but Ben shivered slightly at the thought. "I didn't like that one, it scared me half to death!" "That's 'cause you weren't paying attention," Muttered Mark. "You were half asleep when Dave jumped on ya."
Mark was curious though. You see, on the last Holloween get-toghether, a girl named Kate told them all the story of the ManVarg. "According to legend," she had said, "the great Wolf-Demon, Wolfbane, would arise on the night of the Red Moon to feed on the flesh of children. The Evil One would prowl among these very trees in search of unwary children who would wonder into His jaws. He would be in the form of a wolf that stood on it's hind legs like a human, thus He is also known as the ManVarg (for in anciant times, Varg ment Wolf). Then at daybreak, when the Red Moon leaves the sky, the Shape Changer reterns to the earth from which He came, to await the passing of another 500 years."
Mark glanced at the sky. They had all heard the legend of the Red Moon. They say that every 500 years the moon becomes red as blood. It is said that whoever looks apon it would be cursed for life. Mark scaned the sky. He didn't believe in stupid curses or ManVargs, but why not have some fun? He needed somthing exiting to make Holloween real specail. Mark sighed. The sky was completly covered by clouds, there was no chance of seeing the moon tonight. But then suddenly there was a break in the clouds and there, in the sky, hung the bloodred face of the Red Moon. "Wow..." Mark whispered under his breath as the moon vanished from sight again. He looked over to his friends to see if they saw anything. They were engaged in small talk a few steps ahead of him and havn't noticed a thing. Mark stopped walking. They were almost at the meeting place. "Uh, you two go ahead," Mark called, "I'll cach up later. I left somthing at home." His friends waved to show they heard and kept walking. Mark waited till they were out of sight before turning towords the trees. He wanted to find out if this Wolfbane really exised.
As he neared the woods his pace suddenly slowed. The trees seemed darker now, without the fire or the company of his friends, but Mark had convinced himself that the ManVarg did not exist. That it was just some made-up story that grown-ups used to frighten their little ones into going to bed. Still, he felt it would be somewhat safer if he had somthing to protect himself with. He drew his wooden sword and picked up a fairly large pebble. Then, feeling confadent, he marched slowly into the dark woods, his not-so-shinny armer glittering dimmly in the light of the Red Moon.
He walked slowly, making sure he didn't trip and starting at every sound. The trees were so thick that it was impossibul to see the sky. As Mark walked deeper into the forest he began growing more and more nervuse. Suddenly, when he was a fair distanc into the forest, he steped in something gooy on the floor. He imedietly steped back, swaring under his breath. Mud, he thought. But something didn't feel right. Mud shouldn't be warm! And that was when he cought a terrable stench in the air. He steped back another step and something crunched under his feet, the sound crisp and hallow. Mark fell back among more snapping and his head hit something hard and damp. He turned slowly to come face to face with the severed head of a dead fallow deer hanging from a tree. He suddenly realized that the sticky liquide he had steped in earler wasn't mud, it was blood! And the crunching under his feet was none other than the snaping of bones. It was then that he began noticing the courps of dead animals everywhere. Here a lay deer, its stumach torn out, there a dead raccon hung over the branches of an oak, it's eyes pecked out by birds. All around him rodents of all types littered the ground like leaves in the fall. Mark began noticing birds, too. All ravens and crows, dark scavengers of the sky. They were everywhere, feeding to their greedy little hearts desiers. The sight of it all made Mark gag. Suddenly he heard a menicing laughter, somthing between a growling hoot and a snarling hiss. "WONDERFUL ISN'T IT?" came a voice that made his blood run cold. "LOOK AT HOW MY SURVANTS FEED. BUT SUCH FOODS ARE NOT FOR ME, FOR I DESIER HUMAN FLESH." Mark started trembling for out of the darkness of the trees stepped forth a creature neither Man nor Beast, but the ManVarg.
The ManVarg stalked closer and closer twords Mark, it's ferocius jaws slavering hungrily. Mark was terrified now and, with out thinking, threw the rock that was in his trembling hands. The rock bounced harmlessly of the Creature's head as it continued to advance. Truly petrufied now, Mark despretly thrusted his sword into the black wolf's hiddius face. The beast stopped short about a claws leinth from the sword point and stared at it with his bloodshot eyes. Then, with a ferius snarl, opened his great jaws and let forth a blazing stream of blackish-blue fire. Mark let out a shreak of pain as the fires consumed him. The last thing he ever saw was the flash of teeth and the last thing he would ever hear was the growling voice of the ManVarg saying:
"DIE..."

THE END

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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 10:12 am

my turn

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there was a guy who did a thing in a place. the end

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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 10:25 am

That was the most touching story. *sniff* i liked the part when he did something. XD

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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 10:44 am

Once upon a time there was a devilishly handsome person, quite like myself, who had a comic makers guild, quite like this one. he one day had to leave under some sad, sad inconveniences and left all of his friends, sad, and in teh dust. They cried, "OH PLEASE COME BACK MISTER....- (ummmm er.....) RUNT! PLEASE COME BACK!" and Runt didnt come back in awhile. he soon realized that he was a demon, who the scowered the seas, having many adventures. He then decided that, hey, my life is so awsome that I could do anything. But one day a princess got stolen by some dude...who was...evil. And the princess was all like, "HELP ME! IM SO HAWT AND IN DISTRESS!" so Runt heard about this, he went to the evil dude's lair and said, "DIE EVIL BRO! YOU ARE GONNA PAY FOR BEING SO EVIL!" so the evil dude said, "nuh-uhh!" and Runt said, "YUH HUH!" and the evil dude said, "NUH-UHH!" (2 hours later) Grunt-er uh.. Runt was tired of bickering with the evil dude so he got out his rod and beat the evil dude, and the evil dude was like, "NOOO! CMON MAN! THIS SUCKS!" and Runt's like, "HAHA! thats wat u get fer bien evil! " and Runt took the princess with him, and they both went to a fancy dinner and ate steak, with A1 sauce. Then Runt dumped her, because she was too expensive, and went back to his comic guild, greeting everyone, saying"HELLO MY FELLOW COMIC MAKERS! I HAVE RETURNED FOR YOU!" and everyone was happy cause Runt came back and he got a whole buttload of people saying, "OHHHH RUNT! WE MISSED YOU SOOOMUCH! WANT A MILLION BUCKS?" and then Runt took the money and laughed a hearty adventure laugh, then crawled under the floorboards and counted his money. The End.

Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 10:46 am

ah... its good to be back.... XD

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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:12 pm

*Clap clap clap* What a touching story! I liked the part when he dumped her. XD

Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 10:38 pm

there once was a guy as cool and young and talented and modest like me who got a thing called a bamboo so he could draw his comics online, but he couldnt get it to work, so he asked his fellow guild members 4 help

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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 10:09 pm

when ever i enter an avi in the arenas i end up making really long storys XD heres one of them

* on a dark December night at a lowly orphanage sat a young girl. many of her friends had been adopted so she sat alone looking out her window at the snow.Saph had been passing by when he saw her, he flew to her window and started to tap she looked questionably at him and opened up, "hello there young one i come from the stars and i want to help you all you need to do is be here tomorrow at midnight dressed your best." then just like that he was gone.the next night the girl did as he said. she sat there waiting,window open,in a new white night gown. DING DONG DING went the clock tower as it hit midnight and into her window came a snowflake that slowly started to change into a magnificent dragon she stared at the awesome beast in front of her as it flied around her soon her night gown was transformed into a beautiful dress made of rose petals and snow gathered on her shoulders but it felt warming.then with a wisp of its tail the dragon created a path to the clouds it all seemed un real but the girl felt the urge to follow the dragon up and up and up they went when she saw it...and she knew she was home