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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:28 pm
They're a weird couple, and quite a dysfunctional one. Ludo often disappears without a word for long periods of time, and Saku often threatens to beat him to a pulp just because. But somehow, maybe cause of life's irony, or maybe cause of the Murphy's Laws in action, they are still staying together. There might even be some feelings. But there's definetely more pan action.
And to all that, add friggin' FIVE BABIES. There's no chance they'll grow normally in such a family. You have to help them.
There's two eggs to be won in this event - eggs F1 and M2, containing accordingly (what a surprise!) a girl and a boy. We'll be reading through all the entries, and pick two that we think would match our happy dysfunctional family the most <3
The contest starts now, and ends on 30th April, 1am GMT.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:33 pm
The prompts
1. Your father comes home late one night, carrying a large paper box. After rousing you from your bed with an off-key rendition of "Killer Queen", he carries you to the kitchen, where the box has been set on the dining room table. It seems to be moving and making strange sounds. What is in the box?
2. All the other kids you know are pretty close with their mothers, but yours... Sometimes, you have a feeling she is avoiding you. And then one evening you hear her arguing with your father (well, more like screaming at him), and your suspicions are confirmed. Your mother doesn't love you. She never wanted you in the first place. What do you do/how do you feel?
3. You come home from school one afternoon to find Ludwig slumped over in his armchair, sullen and covered in utensil-shaped bruises. After some prying, you discover that your father's folio of blueprints has been destroyed by the hands of none other than your mother! Draw some concept art for a new invention from a child's perspective.
4. You have such a pretty mother, prettier than all the mothers of all your friends. But that does not ease the feeling of jealousy you have each time their mothers hug them or bring them their forgotten lunch. You want your mother to notice you too! What do you do to force a reaction out of her?
The form:
[b]Username: [/b]---
[b]Egg you're trying for: [/b]---
[b]Child's name: [/b]---
[b]Prompt number: [/b]---
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 5:33 pm
Username: Sweet Sweet Dreams
Egg you're trying for: F1
Child's name: Cherry
Prompt number: 2
As I ran out of hearing range, tears came to my eyes. So it was true, my mother truly didn’t love me; I was an unwanted child. Why, why did my mother hate me so? All my friend’s mothers loved them dearly, always hugging each other and laughing and playing together. Then it occurred to me, why should she be fine while I suffer from this painful truth? My mother shouldn’t come between me reaching happiness, finding love and meaning in the world. Yea, I’d be my own boss, and do what I want. After all, my mom could care less what I do, so long as it doesn’t have a negative affect on her. Thoughts of defiance filled my head. It was the beginning of my search for freedom, and for my true self.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 6:06 pm
Username: fireice20
Egg you're trying for: M2
Child's name: Heith
Prompt number: 1
Oh boy, Heith thought with a sigh. I wonder what it is this time. This was not the first time that Ludwig had come home late at night, woken Heith up from his very restful slumber to show him something that wasn't all that interesting. It was always bad singing and a piggy back to the dining room table. Heith almost fell asleep again on the ride downstairs but was jolted awake when they entered the dining room. This time was different. On the table was a moving box that emitted weird noises that sounded like a mix between rocks being hit together and a meowing cat. Normally it would be a bent spoon or a blueprint of Ludwig's newest designs. This time it was interesting. Heith got off of Ludwig's back and quickly moved towards the box. What could be in it? he thought to himself. Almost as if his father could read his mind, Ludwig said "Son, I brought you home a little special something I found. I hope you take care of it well." Excited Heith reached to open the box. Maybe it was a pet. He had always wanted a pet, but his mother wouldn't hear of it. He wondered what kind of pet would make noises like the ones coming out of the box. He couldn't think of any though. Slowly Heith lifted the top off of the box and peered inside. The grin that was on his face slowly faded into a confused look. Inside of the box he saw a miniature tennis court with miniature cat-fish playing tennis with rocks on it. Every once in awhile the rock-ball would hit the side of the box and make it move and the cat-fish would yell to each other. Am I still asleep? wondered Heith. This is so weird. Who knew cat-fish played tennis?
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 1:01 pm
Username: Annchen
Egg you're trying for: F1
Child's name: Tekla
Prompt number: 4
In a large, noisy and perhaps not entirely mentally stable family there are different ways to cope. Tekla could have been the quiet little girl. The helpful one who stayed out of trouble, looked after her siblings, and perhaps even tried to take care of her parents in some cases. But what would the fun be in that?
It was obvious from a very young age that Tekla was not going to melt into the background and be a nice little girl. If she wanted something she would yell. If she was angry or sad she would howl the walls down. And if she was happy she would emit a shrieking laughter that could probably be classified as an environmental hazard.
Why use your indoor voice when "HELLO! MY NAME IS TEKLA! YOU SMELL FUNNY!" would make sure people noticed her right away? In fact, when she was old enough to talk and to get into trouble she had mastered the art of nearly instantly gaining everyone's attention. Everyone except her mother's that is...
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 2:29 pm
Username: Scaramouche Fandango Egg you're trying for: F1 Child's name: Halen Prompt number: 3 (Note: I can spell, but Halen can't.)  This is a speshul deefens sisstem fer my very own daddy who gets hit lots by my mommy. Ther is a big giant fry pan that is a sheeld and it can move to protect my daddy wherever he is. Ther are walls painted blue on the out side so that my mommy cant see where he is hiding. Ther is a fuzzy blanket in side so that when my mommy is yelling and scary he wont be scared. Ther is a speshul tool that is on the out side of the hidin place that makes beep beep noises when a fry pan is near. Also ther is on the in side a box wif lots of scarfs in it so that my daddy can hide his speshul drawings under the scarfs so my mommy cant find them and do things to them. Mabee he can keep food in the box of scarfs, to. In case my mommy gets in side the deefens sisstem, there is speshul head armer that is caled a hellmet for daddy and he gets a fry pan of his very own. There is a piksher of my daddy on the wall to con-fuze my mommy and maybe she will hit it insted. Mabee my daddy deserves too get hitted, but I dont think so.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 3:15 pm
Username: DownSight
Egg you're trying for: M2
Child's name: Aubrey
Prompt number: #1
"Honestly dad. You can keep mom up until the crack of dawn, but I'm not going to put up with this!" Woken up early from his slumber, Aubrey sat on the edge of a table with a scowl drawing his lips tight and his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was rested on his dad who sat on the other side of the table, seeming to be pleased with himself as he reached out to the box. As he touched the edge of the cardboard though, it suddenly shifted as whatever in side moved, causing Aubrey to take a quick step back.
"On my way back from the open sea I found this little guy lost out there. Poor thing. I've never seen anything like it before. But I couldn't just leave it out there to get eaten." Finally he pulled the opening of the box open, revealing the obsidian worm-like thing inside. "Meet Henry! He's going to be your new baby brother!" His dad was beaming with pride and happiness while Aubreys mouth dropped down and his eyes bulged.
"MY BROTHER?! That thing isn't my brother! It's....it's....what is it?" Stumped, he stared down at the black writhing thing. He would have said it was some sort of sea snake, but it looked too thin and lacked almost any features as it wiggled around in the box.
"Aww, don't be scared Aubrey, it won't hurt! Here, hold him so you two can bond." Reaching into the box his father brought out the leash as the thing peered up at Aubrey. "See, he's harmless. All he wants to do is play." Reaching over Ludo placed Henry onto Aubreys shoulders. In complete shock that THAT thing was on him, Aubrey stood still until suddenly the little bugger opened it's mouth and. . .CHOMP! Without warning the leach bit down onto Aubrey as it clamped onto him, and began munching on the poor Octopai child.
"AHHH!! Get it off, get it off of meeee!!" Flinging his arms wildly, the young Octopai stumbled into the table before he began desperately trying to get the little blood sucker off. Hollering, he tried to tug the little creature off in vain.
"Look, it's just a little love bite Aubrey. I'll go give you two some time." Winking over at his son, Ludo made a quick retreat out of the kitchen while Aubrey continued tugging at it.
"Augh! This is WHY mom tells him not to bring any pets home!" With both hands, he yanked and yanked until suddenly, POP! Henry came free in his hands, rather plump after the meal and wiggling. Blinking tears from his eyes that he had just been munched on and that there was blood, Aubrey tossed the leach into the box and closed it tightly. "Uhg, I hate blood. I can't believe dad..." Shaking his head, the Octopai headed to the back door and quickly opened it. Peering out into the backyard and seeing the mound of other cardboard boxes with who-knows-what in them, Aubrey suddenly tossed it to join them rest of them. Giving one last look at the cardboard jungle in the back yard, he shook his head and quickly retreated back to his bedroom, where he hastily locked the door.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:43 pm
Username: Venexia
Egg you're trying for: M2
Child's name: Krin
Prompt number: 3. You come home from school one afternoon to find Ludwig slumped over in his armchair, sullen and covered in utensil-shaped bruises. After some prying, you discover that your father's folio of blueprints has been destroyed by the hands of none other than your mother! Draw some concept art for a new invention from a child's perspective.
Some things in the world were nice. Toys, adventures, hugs, later bedtimes, money. Some things, however, were not so nice. Right now was a not-so-nice moment for Krin. Wide eyes stared up at his father, inspecting his every feature. Sadness was not nice. Bruises were not nice either. And slumping was a sign of double sadness – Krin knew, he was a master at slumping (if you asked him, anyways). Something was wrong with Daddy, something was wrong, wrong, wrong with his father and Krin wouldn’t stand for it.
There are many ways to drag information out of someone.
“Hihihidaddy! What’s up? I said hiiiii! Good, hello! Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? It’s not goooood to lie dad! Liar! Liar! Pants on fiiiire! No, no, don’t look at meee like that, what’s ‘weally, ‘weally wrong?” Throw in a dash of a pout and his best puppy eyes and Krin was positive not even his Dad could resist that look.
In an instant, a folio was in his hands. Greedily he rummaged through the blueprints, only to find each and every one destroyed. What good were destroyed blueprints? And then he heard a small word creep out of his father’s heart – at least, Krin always thought that special words like that came from ones heart – Mother. Mommy had done this? It…make sense… Krin’s mind did a little shoulder shrug, it seemed like a Mommy-thing to do. Still, this had made Daddy very sad. And Mommy was probably angry. He leafed through the blueprints once more, bits and pieces of inventions swirling around his mind. And suddenly, suddenly Krin knew exactly what to do.
He traced over pictures his Daddy had drawn, added in his own, glued and cut and even put a pair of, broken, glasses he had found – they made him smarter. Then, when the image was finished, he started writing, Daddy needed to know what he was getting into.
Dis iz a cannon. Etz a toob made of wood. At da bottum dere’s a platfrm tached to et. Datz tached to a ilastic. U pull back on da ilastic and fire the spindl, blancat n da pilO. Da spindl prics Mommy’s finger n she falls a sleep lik in dat fairy tale ( no I waz not listinin to dat fairy tale dat u were reading to my sistars!!!) datz how I no etz troo. den u kiss mommy onece she iz asleep she wakz up n fallz in luv wit u. n evry one iz hapee!
Triumph lit up on the young octopi face as he folded up the paper and placed it on his father’s chest, which was rising and falling to a steady, sleeping rthymn. Krin knew his father would be amazed with his invention, and it was bound to work, right? He’d read it in a book, and books never lied, right? That’s what someone told him, or he told himself, or something. Krin wasn’t really sure, but it was a fact nonetheless. Besides, he knew his father could make it and then Mommy and Daddy would fall in love again and maybe Mommy and Daddy would even love him too. He just had to make things better.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 5:36 pm
Username: Honette-ki
Egg you're trying for: F1
Child's name: Ami
Prompt number: 1
"Daddy, it's three in the morning."
"I know, Ami, I know."
"Then why did you wake me up!?!?!?"
"Heck of an idea, Ami. Now listen up. I've got a big surprise for you."
I frowned at him, unbelieving. Daddy never kept his word. It would probably be a pack of travel Kleenex or boxer shorts he'd caught in a lake. He was always too busy doing whatever he was doing on his frequent disappearances that he never bothered to pick up a gift for anyone. Except sometimes he brought back a few things for Mommy, which no one was allowed to see.
I followed him to the kitchen, rubbing my eyes and biting my tongue to keep from letting out a big yawn. Daddy looked at me, a flipping excited look on his face. I didn't even know what the big fuss was about.
"And here... it is!" he shouted, waving his arms around dramatically, at the thing on the kitchen table.
It was a paper box.
I frowned thoughtfully. "And...uh, what exactly is it?"
"Open it!" Daddy said proudly.
"Uhh... okay." I inched forward towards the box. Whatever inside must be really special, I thought. Hope it's not boxer shorts. As my hand went down to open the flap of the box, something inside it shrieked.
"Oh snap!" I screamed, my hand flying back. The box wriggled and groaned.
"What'd you do, Daddy, kidnap some little boy on the street?"
"Oh, come on!! You really think I would do that?"
"...Yes, Daddy."
He tweaked my nose and went forward. "What has your mother been teaching you?" he murmured under his breath, opening up the flap of the box. Even to this day, I'm not sure whether or not he was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't hear him - but either way, he always sounds like he's screaming so I doubt it'd matter.
I coughed, and under my arm I muttered, "A bad parent says what?"
"What?"
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes. "You really need to get your manners set straight, young lady."
"And you really need to be home more," I shot back. I'm normally not much of a rebel, but whenever Daddy is mentioned at home, Mommy always holds up a frying pan with this furious look on her face. It used to give me the heebie-jeebies when I was younger cause I thought she was going to fling it at me. But lately, not so much. I just have my daddy to blame.
'Cause guess what? When he's not here, I have to take care of all my other brothers and sisters. (And even when he is here, he doesn't help out, either.) And boy, it's not an easy job. They're real troglodytes. That's a primitive person who lives in caves. But I only know that because Mommy calls Daddy one all the time.
"Hush up," said Daddy. "I brought you this great gift." And then he opened the box. And I couldn't help it, I was curious! I inched forward, my eyes widening, my mouth opening up in a great big O - and then...
My arms dropped to my sides in shock.
It was a little boy - around ten or twelve, maybe. And he was wearing an apron.
"W-W-W-Wha..." I backed away, not able to believe what I was seeing. Daddy HAD brought back a little boy from the street! How low could he go? (And no, I'm not talking about the limbo, mind you.) And he had lied to me, of all things. The Co-Daddy of the family. Me. Ami. His daughter.
It took me a few seconds to figure out what the hell was going on.
But when I did, words just came spilling out of nowhere. I jabbed my finger accusingly at the box, spit flying, demanding: "Daddy, why is there a little boy in this box? Why is he wearing an apron? And why should I care why you kidnapped him!?!"
Daddy blinked at me, confused, as if he'd just given me a bar of gold and I'd just tried to throw it out the window. But as my words rolled on, he started to look as if he'd been impaled by the world's biggest french fry.
In other words, he looked pretty shocked.
"There's a boy in the box because he's not a girl, he's wearing an apron because otherwise he would be naked, and you SHOULD care because I just gave him to you as a gift!" At this point the kid looked pretty traumatized, and I felt like throwing Daddy into the nearest lake along with last year's boxer shorts.
"But why??? Why a boy??" I shouted.
"I'm sorry, Ami, but this is a gift before I go tomorrow."
"So it's a going-away gift? That's even worse!"
"No, no, you don't get it. Since I'm not here a lot of the time, it's extra work for your mommy to do things like cook and clean and help around with chores. And since I want to help you all, I hired a maid to work for us."
"And you couldn't have gotten a girl, why...?"
"Oh, psh. Girls are so overrated. A boy maid is better."
I frowned.
"Oh, sorry, Ami. I didn't mean that to you."
"Stop indirectly insulting me!" I cried. "So you're saying we have to take care of another kid now? He's going to need food and water, and maybe even money if what you're saying is true. So isn't that harder work on us?"
Daddy looked thoughtful. "Well, he's yours now, so you can do whatever you want with him." At this the boy dropped his jaw in astonishment, and I felt like dying.
"Mommy's going to be so mad when she finds out..." I moaned.
"Oh, whoops! Look at the time." Daddy looked like a nervous wreck. He slipped a lock of hair behind his ears, backed away, and pretended to look at his imaginary watch. "I gotta motor, hon. Be sure to take care of Finnian."
"Get back here, troglo-daddy!" I shouted after him as he busted out the door. "It's all your fault this happened!" I sighed and leaned back against the kitchen chair, wiping the sweat off my face. Well, without a doubt, he was gone now. So what did that mean? I looked back at the boy in the box. He looked at me.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said.
"So what now?"
"...First off, could you get me some pants?"
[Sorry it's so long. akslhfdls xD]
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:11 pm
Username: ---Newcity Nightlife
Egg you're trying for: ---M2
Child's name: ---Peru
Prompt number: ---2
Peru stood static outside the closed door. He was confused and not for the first time unsure of how he felt towards the unwelcome news. She didn't love him, his mother that is...and well, he couldn't really say he was very surprised or upset. Its not that Peru was an emotionless child, but he was prepared, well prepared and he handled the cruel information just as he had trained himself to. for a moment he was very proud of himself and buffed up his ego a bit by thinking back on his "training". He would prop up one of his sister's pretty dolls and, pretending it was his mother, would imagine it speaking to him and telling him he was a mistake like he had always thought. At first he had laughed at his silliness, he was talking to dolls for Tritan's sake, but then he would cry and weep as the conversations became more real to him. It was when he only nodded in acceptance did he feel he was prepared for the worst. He could face her disdain and not break. He sighed and turned from the door. But as he walked away he shivered...and realized he was not as prepared as he had thought.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:14 pm
Aaaaand contest ended <3 Now to discuss teh winnarz biggrin
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:19 pm
xD actually you posted 11 minutes over the time, but since I was late... xD;
Aaaand...we have our winners decided <3. Next post shall reveal them >D! *building suspence*
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:20 pm
oh wow, you must be in a way different time zone than me...thanks
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