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 Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:59 am
~ ~*~ ~Fantasy Stories ~ ~ *~ ~
The rules are really simple for this game:
Look at the person above you
Create a short story about them
Keep it short and simple Example: Midoriwa was a long lost pumpkin who sat alone in the winter breeze. The breeze carried her small body off along the land of Halloween. She fell into a giant conch shell along the frozen beach shore, unlocking her to a new world of magic. Hyrule is where she now is, in a fairy house. The fairy granted one wish to the pumpkin named Midoriwa. "What is your one and only wish my darling?", the eldest fairy asked. "I wish that I could be a human and walk along the land on my two skin coated feet.", Midoriwa responded.
But Midoriwa didn't specify exacty what she was imagining, the fairy granted Midoriwa's wish but her legs were made out of pumpkin grinds but her feet weren't. Two skin coated feet, Midoriwa thought. From this day on, Midoriwa sweeps across the land with a ankle long skirt, covering up her pumpkin grind legs, ashamed of her foolishness and eagerness to get what she wanted.
(I even had a moral!) Credit: To Plaider
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:24 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:26 am
Midoriwa's tale isn't a sad one, nor a happy one. When she was born, some many years ago, on the wooden islands of Coo Aren Rafe L (had to add that), everyone bugled with joy. As a young child, she excelled in pie making for some strange reason, creating mud pies of all assortments. As a older child she excelled in her studies, getting A B honor roll on a regular basis. Later after graduating Coo Arem Rafe L university, she went on to being a member of the C.A.R.L society. then eventually the high paying job of Key Holder. Eventually years of holding a big a** golden key, got dull and boring. She quit and traveled the world as a violence keeper, creating abosolute freaking chaos where ever she go. At a turning point in her life she decided enough was enough and went back to CooArenRafeL, where she took the job as Vice President of Carl's Crew, She was beloved and everyone wanted to touch her giant red poofy mane. So here we are c:
THE FREAKING END
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:36 am
Dear Princess Wafflez.
After you become Queen of Wafflelandia, I shall return from my quest of seeking revenge for your father ( who died of a poisoned waffle in the Anual Waffle Eating Contest, in case you don't remember ), and marry you.
How is your mother ? I guess the queen must be really proud of your fighting skillz with the Waffle Weapons, or Waffleapons.
I still remember our past days when you were crying after i pushed you from a horse and then you hited me with that horse, ahahahha, funny days o.o
Your life is envious, unlimited suply of Waffles, getting everything you want, have servants who could die for you ( and so do I ).
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 11:16 am
( Short and simple is definitely not my deal. )
Waterly Winds. A long forgotten name. He was once the prince of the seas. He ruled benevolently alongside his mother, the Great Mother of All Water. He enjoyed care-free days and the freedom to admire the Waffle Princess as often as she allowed. He loves her, and to gain her trust and love, he vowed to bring forth a beautiful pearl from the darkest depths of the ocean. He dove deep into the darkness, unable to see the danger because of his blinding love.
The King of Waffles did not want Waterly Winds to take his daughters love form him. So the King waited for Waterly Winds at the ocean's floor, atop the pearl he sought. When Waterly Winds reached the pearl and the King, the King told him that he too sought the pearl to present to his daughter. And so, they engaged in an epic battle, in which the King won, but offered Waterly Winds a deal. If Waterly Winds would join the forces of darkness, he could have the pearl. Of course, he agreed happily.
Before Waterly Winds returned to the princess with the pearl, he decided to make a most splendid tiara for the princess with it. He went back to his palace, where his mother awaited his return. But when she saw his eyes, the mark of evil, she rejected him from the palace, taking much of his power as well.
Waterly Winds sought revenge from he who did this to him, the King. And so, Waterly Winds poisoned the old King after many other failed attempts on the King's life. Now, he seeks the love of the princess every hour, waking and dreaming.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 7:50 pm
She was born under the glaring electric light of a streetlamp in Alphabet City on a humid summer evening. Her shelter, in those days, was the wrinkled cardboard of a microwave box, long since forgotten by the apartment above. Weeks went by. She was occasionally fed scraps by stray cats. To this day, no one is sure where she came from, who left her or why.
She grew up lean but muscled, surprisingly agile for the age of five. She bounded around back alleys in darkness, wearing scraps for clothing, scavenging whatever food she could find. She had seen humans before--they had made it clear she wasn't one of them. Whatever she was, it had no proper place in lower Manhattan. She kept in silence. She learned to listen because she never learned to speak.
She was composing by the age of nine--all mental, of course. The fragments of melody formed a tornado in her mind and spiraled out of her mouth, taking strands of near-transparent silver hair with them. They were cat screeches, bird calls, car horns. They formed her heart and her soul. Occasionally a passerby would hear her, see her--and she would scurry back into the darkness, afraid. She had been stuck before. She did not want to be struck again.
When she approached the homeless man behind the apartment building on Avenue A, it was out of a strange, profound sense of empathy. She saw something in his face--something trustworthy, almost kind. She held out a picked-at cat's flank, and, cautiously, the man took it from her. When he took a bite of it and smiled, she smiled back. Without knowing it, she had made a friend.
"Who are you?" she asked. The words came out, but barely. It was the first time she had attempted human speech.
"I'm the Knight, little girl," he replied matter-of-factly.
He listened to her patiently, but they found they could communicate effectively without words. They learned from each other. They survived. He was the Keeper of the Child, and she the Servant of the Knight.
A little abrupt, I admit :I I really need to get back to this schoolwork, though. I have no idea what the layout of New York City is like, so if there's no apartment buildings or hobos or street elves on Avenue A, my bad.
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