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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:47 pm
Okay, this is fairly simple, but really fun!
arrow You are presented with a picture, any picture at all, and you must write a mini story, paragraph about it.
arrow Let's say I post a picture of a girl staring off into the sunset. Write about what got her there, what is going to happen, give her a name, family, ect. Get my drift?
arrow After that, you then post a picture of your own of whatever you want for the next person to write a mini story, paragraph, whatever about. It's kind of like posting a response to a role play, except with a picture to work with! n_n
Rules::
Keep in mind Gaia's ToS
No pictures over PG-13
No pictures that display anything sexual or extremely violent
If need be, resize your picture so it doesn't stretch the pages.
Okay, I'll give you a picture, and let's get this game started!
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:53 pm
Finally, the battle was over. The only remnant of my foe was the dried blood on the boulder I now used for a chair, which could have been dried raspberry juice. No normal being can see through this fog even if they were able to survive the air pressure. But I'm not normal. I heal quickly, which is not such a bad thing. The only others who look like me have banned me for a crime I have not committed, such is the way of our kind. They granted me two weapons, which is a miracle. Where will I go? No one knows. Perhaps I'll go into a town and scare children. I hear big foot's ready for a retirement from that line of work.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:25 am
MATE. FEED.
It's dark. Snow flutters down all around me. The wind is chilled, ruffling my hair slightly. The world is at peace.
But my mind is not. As I play my violin, my thoughts wander over the events that had taken place in my household today. Mother had spent the money I had earned with this violin on her precious alcohol. Father wasted his life away in his bed, sleeping. Never waking except for a trip to the bathroom or the kitchen. Was he ill? I'm not sure, and frankly, I really don't care. Mother had drunk her way into a drunken frenzy, throwing things at me whilst yelling nonsense she believed me to have committed. She told me to leave, and I happily obliged. I went to my room and took my violin in it's case and went outside. I wandered into the forest aimlessly, looking into the dark for some sort of answer. For what? I'm not really sure.
So here I am. Out in the dark, bitter cold. Snowflakes are falling slowly down to the ground all around me. The world is at peace, whilst I quietly play my violin.
KILL. REPEAT.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:31 am
I looked at her with hopeful eyes as she rested her body against my own. "Yes, we will dance!" My arm wrapped around the back of her gown even as it fell from her bosom to reveal only artificial skin.
I ignored the pseudo complexion and admired her for who she was. That woman I had so deeply fallen in love with in the forest under the moonlight. Aphrodite could not compare! And here I stood with her now, admiring her all the more. She was as beautiful as she had been in life with her faded smile and ebony locks mildly soaked in the blood I had wished to bring her back with.
"We will dance like we did when we were young," I breathed against her cheek. "Play, band! Play!" I cried out, but they remained silent. It was fine. I heard the music of that day in my head. The music that so well filled her heart with joy! "Do you remember, my love, our dance that night?" I whispered as she remained silent.
I had tried, but I could not play the part of a god and bring her to life.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:22 am
I had tried my hardest... and that's all that matters. I didn't even worry about the fact that my sister was now dead, or that my house was smelting in the snow as I stood there. Watching it.
I had proved to them I would no longer live with their life of impurities. They were nothing more than sinners longing for redemption, but never going after it like was needing. They got what was coming to them.
I adjusted the thin scrap of red fabric that cloaked my body with mild warmth. The snow at my feet had long since numbed them. Cutting of the pain of a broken foot. At my side he stood, puffing loud breaths into the air. He too glorified himself in the moment of his victory.
We had turned the town into a wasteland. Its true form.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:59 pm
"Astrid! Where are you? We only want to talk things over!" Yeah, right. Talk things over and put a knife to my throat. These idiots would never look right in front of them. They're either too stupid, or care too much for me. Which are the same things when it comes to the elders. They had to look for me, it was an order. But they never had to find me. They knew that. If I was stupid enough to yell out or come out of my hiding place, they would kill me. "Astrid?" My heart stopped as I heard the sweet angelic voice. That wasn't fair, bringing her to look for me. "Astrid, I love you! Please come back!" There was an edge to her voice. She had spoken the code. I made the code when I was younger, simply for an excuse to say those words. But it saved me. "I love you" meant 'save yourself;I'll be fine if you do' So I stayed. 
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:32 pm
"I tried my best" said Rose. "Yet; my best wasn't good enough. I just hope I can handle the burden and blood stained curse betowed upon me." She stared into the horizon and sighed. "I will forever leave a trail of blood where ever I go, in hopes they will find me. Then it will all be over. How peaceful and content I will be then." she said, as she scoured the land, searching for purpose and need in her so called cursed life. 
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 8:55 am
My best friend that I've had a crush on for 2 years finally kissed me! I can't believe this is happening. What if somebody sees? Oh I don't give a sh*t if anyone sees. She's gorgeous, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. What if we end up not being friends anymore? gonk Wow, her lips are so soft. No way...we'll always be friends. Maybe more? What if my parents find out? Ooo she smells like vanilla heart My parents could find out if they want, I don't care! I am kissing the girl of my dreams, my best friend. 
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 1:38 pm
I thought they were playing.
I was giggling along with them as they laid me down onto this lovely bed of velvet. They had told me it was for a photo shoot. They would pay me a lot for posing in a coffin.
I laughed with them until they started to close the lid. That's when my heart started knocking against the walls of my chest violently. I screamed at the top of my lungs, scratched at the surface with my finger nails. They were now stubled and bloody.
This wasn't funny anymore. In fact, this wasn't even a matter to joke about. I could hear them sitting on top of the slick panel now... their body weight keeping me sealed in. I cried until I could cry no more.
I breathed until my oxygen was finally snuffed out.
I have to admit; it was quite a lovely photo.
The one they took before they killed me.
((I like furries.. as you can tell >///< ))
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