Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Feb 26, 2011 15:21:10 GMT -5
(Unedited ... some are crap ... others are gems! Written in Skype. One gave a topic and we all raced to 100. In no particular order because the winner doesn't matter in this sport.)
Championship:
Drall:
Kyle squeeled in delight as his boat passed the finish line. He won! He had won! His heart exulted. He had beaten every other kid and their boats there. He had proven himself to be the Champion!
"And the winner is Kyle Clarke! Kyle, please come to the podium and claim your trophy!" cried the announcer. Kyle picked his boat out of the water and and rushed past all the other, disappointed looking children.
Kyle stepped up on the podium and bent his head to accept the medal. Then, the announcer handed him a SOLID GOLD ship.
The Champion Ship.
Reffy:
I hold my breath, waiting for the starter gun. I’m crouched peering out over the water, fingertips resting on the edge of the diving-board. I can see my reflection in the water and I can hear the cheer of the crowd. The adrenaline is almost heady as I hang there – suspended in time. I remember my promise to my Mum just before she died. I promised her I would win the Championship and bring home the medal and that is exactly what I plan to do. I know I’m the best here, even Katie hasn’t trained as hard as me!
Boom – the starter gun goes – and I’m off!
Wolf:
Reffy:
The alpha wolf tore into the meat with vigour, doubly establishing himself as the dominant male. All others could wait. They circled him as he devoured the carcass quickly, smearing red blood around his grey fur and cheeks. The sickening sound of crunching bones could be heard as far as the wood edge clearing and little red riding hood could hear it perfectly. She shivered as she hesitated to approach but knew she had to. It was the only way she could track down the wolf who’d eaten her Grandmother.
This wasn’t the way the childhood story was supposed to go ... but somebody had interfered with the rules and she was bloody well going to set it right: grandma or no grandma, and she certainly didn’t need the huntsman either!
Drall:
There once was a wolf. He was gray. He ate people. One day, the gray wolf who ate people was hungry. He liked snacks, so he decided a snack would be the perfect thing to have to sate his hunger.
Unfortunately for him, snacks can consist of many different nourishing products.
A deer is a snack. A rabbit is a snack. A human is a snack. A deer-rabbit-human hybrid is not a snack, as they do not exist.
Though, if such a thing did exist, it would also be considered a sn-wait, where was I going with this?
Tranquil:
Reffy:
The clearing was tranquil for once. There were no demons or fairies or things to be done. Nothing but the cool summer breeze and the fading light as the world gave way to the night. I couldn’t help but to sigh as I watched the colours drift away on fairy-wing clouds. The purple grass beneath my feet crunched delightfully as I started to twist and turn and dance in a lackadaisical way. If it wasn’t for the last few days I wouldn’t have enjoyed the moment so much but they had been thoroughly shit. The kingdom needed nothing. I guess that happens after you kill the worst witch in the county!
Drall:
All was silent within the peaceful forest. Birds chirped, squirrels ate nuts, bears slept, for it was winter and they liked to hibernate, you see. It was serene, peaceful, beautiful.
A huge explosion rocked the forest. A giant mushroom cloud filled the air, with fire spurting in all directions. The shrieks and cries of the chirping birds, and the squirrels who ate nuts, and the sleeping bears who were now very much awake filled the air. For a moment. Then, all was silent once again. A huge crater was now in place of the peaceful forest that had existed a second ago.
All was tranquil.
...I just realized.
If it's winter...
Water:
Reffy:
The stream poured about my waist. The cold was startling as it tipped into my trousers and began to soak up my shirt. My friends signalled for me to wallow deeper in but I was scared. What if there were fishies in here? I could see the friends just up ahead enjoying the deeper parts of the river ... but surely there were fishies in that bit! What if they nibbled on my toes? What if it was a big fish? What if it took off my toes? I fucking like my toes, thank you very much! Whether or not Josh is out there ...
Injin:
Once upon the time there was a lot of water. Then mr meteorite said, “ NO WATER FOR YOU EARTH!” and he bombed earth. However, Earth had a water stockpile, so everything was a-okay. Then mr, Sun said, “EVAPORATE! EVAPORATE!” and took more water. The earth still had plenty of water so everything was okay. Then mr. Coporate America said, “ All your water are belong to me”. and it did. Then all the water was gone and everything was sad. Then one day mr. Coporate America was bankrupt and we all lived happily ever after. That’s all folks!
Drall:
The man looked deep into the water, his arm around his daughter. They stood atop a huge, pointed rock that jutted out of the ocean. The tide was rough, and the waves battered the lone rock. The daughter clung to her father, afraid of the rough oceans. Her dad smiled.
“Be not afraid, Little One,” he whispered. “All must embrace the Sacred Fluid when they are deemed ready by their Lords.”
“But, daddy...what if I drown?!” cried the girl.
“If you drown, then you are not worthy. But you will not drown. I have faith in you, O My Daughter.”
And with that, the father pushed his little girl into the sea below.
Stereo:
Reffy:
The music blared from the stereo. I couldn’t sleep any more and especially not with that racket going on. Living in the ghetto fucking sucked! Downstairs and his kids ... I shouldn’t be nasty about them, really, considering all they’ve been through but they could at least keep the music down before nine-in-the-fucking-morning! Honestly. I don’t want to get woken up by some rapper artist I’ve never heard about singing about getting high. I didn’t get home from work until well past midnight last night. I could write a letter about it but what is a single Dad supposed to do about his unruly kids? Exactly what single Mum’s do – deal with it! “Grah!” I roll over in bed and pull the pillow over my ears.
Injin:
I listen to stereo’s all the time. I listen when I walk, I listen when I sit. I listen when I Live, and I will be listening to one when I die. Maybe I should stop, but no one has told me that listening to a stereo is a bad thing. When the light comes for me, maybe it will jamming stairway to heaven just for me. Or not, I don’t know what happens when we die. For some reason, we shall never know until it happens. Until then, I shall listen, and never stop. When they come for me, maybe I will stop, but not now. Not when I have listened so far
Bat:
Reffy:
“Ugh! It’s in my hair, Shelley! My hair! O-M-G!”
“Will you just fucking calm down already? They don’t get in your hair, idiot. They have sonar location. I doubt something that highly equipped would fly into your head – no matter how big it is!” Shelley turned the torch on Jessica’s face. She squinted involuntarily against the shine and attempted to look away. All about their heads the squeak of bats could be heard, along with the white flash of night time moths; the bats favourite snack.
“Fine, whatever. Just hurry up and show me what you brought me up here to see. I still don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care what you believe. It’s there and it is real ...”
Injin:
Eek! Eek! It says as it passes through my house. That and only that. You’d think that for all of the years it’s lived here it would have learned more then one word, from all the swear words that are thrown, to all of the monologues I speak while alone. Being an artist in such a bleak world causes me to think only of the bat and it’s very stupid mind, that only allows it only so much understanding of my language. Maybe one day it’ll say something else. But not now. It seems to be deaf, but it can still hear the world around it. It is not blind.
Drally:
Flappy the Bat was flapping around one day. He shrieked, and through sonar wavey things he was able to discern the location of a tasty fruit fly. He darted towards the unsuspecting fly and gobbled it up. Then, he barfed.
THEN BATMAN CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND KILLED THE BAT, SCREAMING, “YOU WON'T EAT UP ANYMORE FLIES OF GOTHAM, FLAPPY! YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL.”
So Flappy went to jail, and Batman was all like, “Yo, look who I caught.”
And everyone was like Nooooo waaaaaay.
And he was like Yaaaaa waaaaaaay.
Then Flappy had a baby, who he named Blacky.
The moral of the story is Bat.
Occupied:
Reffy:
I rushed to the bathroom as best I could with my knees held together. I never expected the meeting to go on for that long ... I should never have had that many coffees. I knew it would go straight through me but it was the nice coffee too and with custard cream biscuits. I turned the corner to the bathroom, nearly slipping on the tiles in my shoes. The door was shut. The little red words read “occupied.” I swore out loud. “Fuck, fuck, fuck ... hurry up!” Already I could feel the embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. If I didn’t get to the toilet quickly I was going to piss myself and then I would be the laughing stock of the office. I could do without this!
Injin:
My lands are gone. They have been taken by the evil ones. I come to you, an exile. My land is occupied. The creatures of the night have taken everything from me. My life, my family, my dreams. Gone. The only thing that is left to rely on is my wish for vengeance, and you. Without you I have no chance. Your people and mine have been allied before the ancient times. Now I ask you for this boon for the first time in my life. Save my lands. Save those who remain. Save it before the lights disapear and my people are forgotten
Drally:
I'd love to write a short story on the word “Occupied”, I -really- would, but, alas, good friends, I am quite busy.
I am currently talking to my girlfriend on the phone, and we're talking and shit, and then you come up and suggest this -great- idea! A word war! And I'd honestly love to play with you, children, I really would. But I just can't. I'm afraid I'm occupied.
Just like that other time, when you asked me if I could go on that 10k jog to keep you company, or to go with you to the mall to help you shop for clothes. Or like that time when you wanted to play me in Black Ops? Yeah, all those times, I was terribly busy.
...Erm...I mean, occupied.
~
Championship:
Drall:
Kyle squeeled in delight as his boat passed the finish line. He won! He had won! His heart exulted. He had beaten every other kid and their boats there. He had proven himself to be the Champion!
"And the winner is Kyle Clarke! Kyle, please come to the podium and claim your trophy!" cried the announcer. Kyle picked his boat out of the water and and rushed past all the other, disappointed looking children.
Kyle stepped up on the podium and bent his head to accept the medal. Then, the announcer handed him a SOLID GOLD ship.
The Champion Ship.
Reffy:
I hold my breath, waiting for the starter gun. I’m crouched peering out over the water, fingertips resting on the edge of the diving-board. I can see my reflection in the water and I can hear the cheer of the crowd. The adrenaline is almost heady as I hang there – suspended in time. I remember my promise to my Mum just before she died. I promised her I would win the Championship and bring home the medal and that is exactly what I plan to do. I know I’m the best here, even Katie hasn’t trained as hard as me!
Boom – the starter gun goes – and I’m off!
~
Wolf:
Reffy:
The alpha wolf tore into the meat with vigour, doubly establishing himself as the dominant male. All others could wait. They circled him as he devoured the carcass quickly, smearing red blood around his grey fur and cheeks. The sickening sound of crunching bones could be heard as far as the wood edge clearing and little red riding hood could hear it perfectly. She shivered as she hesitated to approach but knew she had to. It was the only way she could track down the wolf who’d eaten her Grandmother.
This wasn’t the way the childhood story was supposed to go ... but somebody had interfered with the rules and she was bloody well going to set it right: grandma or no grandma, and she certainly didn’t need the huntsman either!
Drall:
There once was a wolf. He was gray. He ate people. One day, the gray wolf who ate people was hungry. He liked snacks, so he decided a snack would be the perfect thing to have to sate his hunger.
Unfortunately for him, snacks can consist of many different nourishing products.
A deer is a snack. A rabbit is a snack. A human is a snack. A deer-rabbit-human hybrid is not a snack, as they do not exist.
Though, if such a thing did exist, it would also be considered a sn-wait, where was I going with this?
~
Tranquil:
Reffy:
The clearing was tranquil for once. There were no demons or fairies or things to be done. Nothing but the cool summer breeze and the fading light as the world gave way to the night. I couldn’t help but to sigh as I watched the colours drift away on fairy-wing clouds. The purple grass beneath my feet crunched delightfully as I started to twist and turn and dance in a lackadaisical way. If it wasn’t for the last few days I wouldn’t have enjoyed the moment so much but they had been thoroughly shit. The kingdom needed nothing. I guess that happens after you kill the worst witch in the county!
Drall:
All was silent within the peaceful forest. Birds chirped, squirrels ate nuts, bears slept, for it was winter and they liked to hibernate, you see. It was serene, peaceful, beautiful.
A huge explosion rocked the forest. A giant mushroom cloud filled the air, with fire spurting in all directions. The shrieks and cries of the chirping birds, and the squirrels who ate nuts, and the sleeping bears who were now very much awake filled the air. For a moment. Then, all was silent once again. A huge crater was now in place of the peaceful forest that had existed a second ago.
All was tranquil.
...I just realized.
If it's winter...
~
Water:
Reffy:
The stream poured about my waist. The cold was startling as it tipped into my trousers and began to soak up my shirt. My friends signalled for me to wallow deeper in but I was scared. What if there were fishies in here? I could see the friends just up ahead enjoying the deeper parts of the river ... but surely there were fishies in that bit! What if they nibbled on my toes? What if it was a big fish? What if it took off my toes? I fucking like my toes, thank you very much! Whether or not Josh is out there ...
Injin:
Once upon the time there was a lot of water. Then mr meteorite said, “ NO WATER FOR YOU EARTH!” and he bombed earth. However, Earth had a water stockpile, so everything was a-okay. Then mr, Sun said, “EVAPORATE! EVAPORATE!” and took more water. The earth still had plenty of water so everything was okay. Then mr. Coporate America said, “ All your water are belong to me”. and it did. Then all the water was gone and everything was sad. Then one day mr. Coporate America was bankrupt and we all lived happily ever after. That’s all folks!
Drall:
The man looked deep into the water, his arm around his daughter. They stood atop a huge, pointed rock that jutted out of the ocean. The tide was rough, and the waves battered the lone rock. The daughter clung to her father, afraid of the rough oceans. Her dad smiled.
“Be not afraid, Little One,” he whispered. “All must embrace the Sacred Fluid when they are deemed ready by their Lords.”
“But, daddy...what if I drown?!” cried the girl.
“If you drown, then you are not worthy. But you will not drown. I have faith in you, O My Daughter.”
And with that, the father pushed his little girl into the sea below.
~
Stereo:
Reffy:
The music blared from the stereo. I couldn’t sleep any more and especially not with that racket going on. Living in the ghetto fucking sucked! Downstairs and his kids ... I shouldn’t be nasty about them, really, considering all they’ve been through but they could at least keep the music down before nine-in-the-fucking-morning! Honestly. I don’t want to get woken up by some rapper artist I’ve never heard about singing about getting high. I didn’t get home from work until well past midnight last night. I could write a letter about it but what is a single Dad supposed to do about his unruly kids? Exactly what single Mum’s do – deal with it! “Grah!” I roll over in bed and pull the pillow over my ears.
Injin:
I listen to stereo’s all the time. I listen when I walk, I listen when I sit. I listen when I Live, and I will be listening to one when I die. Maybe I should stop, but no one has told me that listening to a stereo is a bad thing. When the light comes for me, maybe it will jamming stairway to heaven just for me. Or not, I don’t know what happens when we die. For some reason, we shall never know until it happens. Until then, I shall listen, and never stop. When they come for me, maybe I will stop, but not now. Not when I have listened so far
~
Bat:
Reffy:
“Ugh! It’s in my hair, Shelley! My hair! O-M-G!”
“Will you just fucking calm down already? They don’t get in your hair, idiot. They have sonar location. I doubt something that highly equipped would fly into your head – no matter how big it is!” Shelley turned the torch on Jessica’s face. She squinted involuntarily against the shine and attempted to look away. All about their heads the squeak of bats could be heard, along with the white flash of night time moths; the bats favourite snack.
“Fine, whatever. Just hurry up and show me what you brought me up here to see. I still don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care what you believe. It’s there and it is real ...”
Injin:
Eek! Eek! It says as it passes through my house. That and only that. You’d think that for all of the years it’s lived here it would have learned more then one word, from all the swear words that are thrown, to all of the monologues I speak while alone. Being an artist in such a bleak world causes me to think only of the bat and it’s very stupid mind, that only allows it only so much understanding of my language. Maybe one day it’ll say something else. But not now. It seems to be deaf, but it can still hear the world around it. It is not blind.
Drally:
Flappy the Bat was flapping around one day. He shrieked, and through sonar wavey things he was able to discern the location of a tasty fruit fly. He darted towards the unsuspecting fly and gobbled it up. Then, he barfed.
THEN BATMAN CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND KILLED THE BAT, SCREAMING, “YOU WON'T EAT UP ANYMORE FLIES OF GOTHAM, FLAPPY! YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL.”
So Flappy went to jail, and Batman was all like, “Yo, look who I caught.”
And everyone was like Nooooo waaaaaay.
And he was like Yaaaaa waaaaaaay.
Then Flappy had a baby, who he named Blacky.
The moral of the story is Bat.
~
Occupied:
Reffy:
I rushed to the bathroom as best I could with my knees held together. I never expected the meeting to go on for that long ... I should never have had that many coffees. I knew it would go straight through me but it was the nice coffee too and with custard cream biscuits. I turned the corner to the bathroom, nearly slipping on the tiles in my shoes. The door was shut. The little red words read “occupied.” I swore out loud. “Fuck, fuck, fuck ... hurry up!” Already I could feel the embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. If I didn’t get to the toilet quickly I was going to piss myself and then I would be the laughing stock of the office. I could do without this!
Injin:
My lands are gone. They have been taken by the evil ones. I come to you, an exile. My land is occupied. The creatures of the night have taken everything from me. My life, my family, my dreams. Gone. The only thing that is left to rely on is my wish for vengeance, and you. Without you I have no chance. Your people and mine have been allied before the ancient times. Now I ask you for this boon for the first time in my life. Save my lands. Save those who remain. Save it before the lights disapear and my people are forgotten
Drally:
I'd love to write a short story on the word “Occupied”, I -really- would, but, alas, good friends, I am quite busy.
I am currently talking to my girlfriend on the phone, and we're talking and shit, and then you come up and suggest this -great- idea! A word war! And I'd honestly love to play with you, children, I really would. But I just can't. I'm afraid I'm occupied.
Just like that other time, when you asked me if I could go on that 10k jog to keep you company, or to go with you to the mall to help you shop for clothes. Or like that time when you wanted to play me in Black Ops? Yeah, all those times, I was terribly busy.
...Erm...I mean, occupied.
