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Thoughts, story excerpts,
Thoughts, story excerpts, poems, art, photography, ideas, complaints and so many other things. They come to our minds daily, shining stars falling down from the vast skies of imagination. So, we create new threads to share them. However, while individual threads are good for sharing a story, or creating a contest it would be good to just place all these bits and pieces in one place. So, this thread is for you to share those random things that you've made or thought of. No rules or limitations for what you can put (other than the basic CB rules of course), just enjoy!
submitted by Neko Openleaf
(May 27, 2018 - 3:35 pm)
(May 27, 2018 - 3:35 pm)
By “one of those” I assume you mean a proper triangle. Well, as I have been figuring out in the last few days: right angles aren’t fun either. Actually, they’re the opposite of fun(even if it includes your crush liking you back). Tensions are high, people are crying and my emotional state is a wreck, but currently stuff is okay.
(June 2, 2018 - 12:14 pm)
Interesting Fact: "Chaos" and "Cosmos" are antonyms. Which summarizes why the human race is perpetually in quest of an understanding of the order of the universe -- the idea of an entirely randomized existence is illogical. Also: the word "Universe" is of itself a paradox-- Science and Philosophy's attempt to reconcile the UNItary with the diVERSE.
And, on an entirely different note: Christopher Lee matches Tolkien's in-book description of Sauruman exactly.
(June 2, 2018 - 11:29 pm)
That's kind of scary.
Who knew Christopher Lee was actually SAURUMAN IN DISGUISE.
*Mind is blown* That's actually really interesting, Esthelle. Especially the bit about the Universe.
Now to post a small story excerp! Wait! I think I spelled that wrong! Never mind! Random note; Did you know when someone says; "I ain't seen nothing" They are in fact saying that they have seen something. If you haven't seen nothing, then you must have seen something. So if you take Grammar literally, they are actually saying they have seen something. Two negatives equal a positive n Grammar.
Please excuse this paragraph reeking of underripe amatuer-ism.
"Excuse me, could you perhas find the Fox Spirit called Dohlerem? I mean, you are one, so..." The fox stared at him for a moment. "You mean you don't know?" It said incredulously. "After all the hints I've been dropping? Really?"
"What are you talking about? What hints? What don't I know?" His mentor interrupted. "We're wasting our time here. This fox friend of yours may not know anything about the spirit. And it's dangerous to stay here for too long..." Lucas (His mentor) was probably right. This part of the forest was silent, and very dark. Foreboding almost literally seeped out of the trees. Nathan paused. There was something unnerving about how his friend the fox (OKAY OKAY I'LL MAKE UP A NAME GEEZ) was looking at them. "Um.... Maybe he's just playing around. He does that sometimes." He added helpfully. Lucas snorted. "Yes, and what I hate about foxes is exactly that. They never get to the point. They just prance around looking smart and never say anything. Let's go." He turned to leave.
Nathan glanced again at the fox. It continued to stare, and then, very slowly, quietly, started to laugh. His mentor paused, his back facing the fox. He slowly turned, black robe swishing through the damp grass, to face the creature. Its laughter slowly rose in cresendo, until it was echoing through the dark, empty woods. The laughter was similar to a hyena's harsh bark, slightly manic in the way it continued to go on long after it should have stopped. The rest of the wood was completely silent. Not a whisper of wind stirred the trees leaves. Then, he suddenly stopped. The laughter still echoed eerily through the woods.
Silence.
"What are you doing? That may have woken some of the other Spirits from the..." Lucas trailed off. There was a horrible, ghastly smile stretching from the fox's nose to his cheeks. The muddy light glinted off of its incisors. There was complete silence except for the soft breathing of Nathan and Lucas. "You mean to say - You don't know?"
The fox repeated, and as he uttered those words, his form stretched and grew, creaking and waving until he towered above the humans, his head brushing the treetops. His fur rippled slightly, like wind was softly blowing it. His eyes were completely black like a beetle's. Still sitting, he lowered his head until it was at the level of the humans. When he spoke, his voice had an almost musical note behind it, as if an echo of his own voice was singing the same words as he. Though he whispered, his voice echoed through the dark forest. "I am Dohlerem."
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Again, please ecuse the cring-worthy amatuerism. Please give constructive critisism! Was it too much? Too little? Too fast paced?
(June 3, 2018 - 2:42 pm)
This is an exerpt from my story Pablito's Lost Juice Box:
“I’m Rodrigo. I was looking for some kid’s juice box. Where am I?”
“You are in the abode of the Cult of Jaque! The invisible, intangible stronghold inside every taco truck!” they bellowed, their voice echoing off of the cave walls.
“The what?”
“Get up, Rodrigo and we will- wait a second,” the voices said, “was this little kid named Pablito?
“Yeah, why?” Rodrigo answered.
“YES! YES! FINALLY, WE HAVE IT! THE JUICE BOX OF PABLITO IS IN OUR GRASP!” the voices cackled. Rodrigo slowly stood up to survey his surroundings. He was in the middle of a round room, with hooded figures in yellow cloaks with red accents surrounding him in a wide circle. Their faces were shrouded in shadow, but their other features were identical. Below Rodrigo was a light brown stone floor. Carved into the floor was a giant taco pictogram with Rodrigo in the middle.
“Why do you want some little kid’s juice box?” Rodrigo asked.
“We’re glad you asked,” said the Jaque people, all of the figures speaking simultaneously, “We’ve been wanting to do an evil villain monologue for ages! Now, this young boy, Pablito is actually a extraterrestrial being who was bestowed with an artifact that has the power to grant eternal life and increased power if consumed. However, he is six years old and doesn’t know what to do with it. So when he came to Earth, the place where he was supposed to hide until he could be mature enough to use the artifact, they sent him with a caretaker known as Mama Pablito. She has power beyond comprehension, able to eliminate any person who would wish to steal the artifact for their own purposes. There was one other precaution taken: They had to disguise the artifact. This disguise? A juice box.”
(June 4, 2018 - 6:58 am)
Fascinating!
(June 4, 2018 - 4:55 pm)
THIS IS AWESOME
(June 5, 2018 - 3:48 pm)
As always, General Waffleson’s stories are hilarious. Can’t wait to read more!
(July 5, 2018 - 11:26 pm)
The excerpt is great! It really doesn’t sound amateurish at all. I like how you describe the setting as well as the characters and their actions. I feel like some people either spend forever describing the setting and the characters and spend hardly any time writing about what’s going on in the story, or they just write about what the characters are doing and don’t describe anything. I would say this is a good mix. I also liked that you almost never used the same adjective twice. The only thing I would say is that the excerpt was a bit confusing since I didn’t know who Dohlerem was or why Nathan and Lucas were loooking for her. (I’m assuming her because usually fox spirits are girls.) It probably makes more sense in the whole story.
(July 7, 2018 - 9:50 am)
Oh, yes, love "triangles" are complicated. My friend is writing a story, and she absolutely loves romance, so she has a love hexagon! It's super complicated and convoluted...
(June 5, 2018 - 2:54 pm)
Only POSITIVELY AMAZING!!!!! I love it, Chinch!
(June 4, 2018 - 12:41 am)
Thank you! Also - Constructive critisism!
General Waffleson!!! THAT WAS HILARIOUS I loved it! Especially the bit about 'wanting to do an evil monolouge in ages' bit! It's a bit out there but I enjoyed it a lot.
(June 5, 2018 - 2:04 pm)
Here's a lil snippet from something I've been writing.
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A boy grows up in a big house with white walls and sparkling countertops. It’s empty and cold and beautiful. His parents’ voices are often absent and, when they are not, are too quiet to fill the empty spaces that lurk in the corners. He runs through the halls and jumps up on the furniture, wooden sword aloft, and there is no one who bothers to tell him “no”.
He spends years buried in fantasy worlds, on dragons and princesses in towers and heroes wearing red. When he is bored or lonely he puts objects— pencils, toy cars— on the floor and hangs off the side of his bed and stares at them until they move. (No one believes him until one day he makes a coloring book levitate in front of his mother and her face goes pale and she makes him promise to never do that again.)
(June 5, 2018 - 6:10 pm)
Here’s a poem/song I wrote
Freakshow
Everybody loves a freakshow
They want to watch the crazy people
Different from the others
So we stick by each other
Wild animals
Hope we don’t cause much trouble.
Oh no
Better lock me in my cage
Tame me with some toys
Hope that I behave.
Oh Miss Ringleader this isn’t fun
I think I’m about done
Don’t catch me if I run.
Oh Miss Ringleader take off these chains
You’re causing me so much pain
Learn I can’t be contained.
Now I know that.
Everybody loves a freakshow
They want to watch the crazy people
Different from the others
So we stick by each other
Wild animals
Hope we don’t cause much trouble.
Whispers that say
(I hear them everyday)
You’ll be accepted
If you just obey.
Oh Miss Ringleader please don’t get mad
You’re making me sad
These emotions are bad.
Oh Miss Ringleader let me be happy
I’ll beg
I’ll plead
How come
Everybody loves a freakshow
They want to watch the crazy people
Different from the others
So we stick by each other
Wild animals
Hope we don’t cause much trouble.
Oh Miss Ringleader I’m ready to quit
I’m done with this
That’s it.
Miss Ringleader I won’t listen to no
I’ll let everyone know
I’m done being part of your freakshow.
(June 7, 2018 - 7:11 am)
To the top!
(June 7, 2018 - 10:20 am)
A quick tidbit from a random story that’s floating around in my brain.
The girl gave him a scornful look.
“You’ve just screwed up my landing, made me get horrible pavement burns, and yelled at me? Nice try.”
Before Conner could protest the girl whirled around and ran towards the mob of people.
(June 8, 2018 - 7:34 pm)