Story should be coming this weekend...homework, yanno, and a buncha other stuff :/
But it'll be good I think ;D
I am yer supporter I can never get anything done for the art thread, though I try to put "something" in it to keep it updated-ish. I am working on 2 projects for it right now, but it will probably be ready in a day or two cuz of homework as well.
Post by eternitydragon on Jan 10, 2013 0:58:08 GMT -6
Just a short I wrote, not my real upcoming story:
Flashbacks, how he is plauged by them.
Once again, he sees the Love sighing heavily. A flower is in his palm. The dragon cries a single tear.
Now he sits and thinks. He holds the flower in his palm like he had done years ago. Another tear, the second tear over the Love, was shed.
"Tis hard," he murmured to himself.
Suddenly the dragon heard a twig snap behind him. In all its glory. A Rainbow dragon. And it was staring at him.
"Come." Just that one word convinced the dragon. He knew what had to be done and he was doing it.
The Rainbow dragon disappeared having great respect for the dragon. Quietly the dragon walked down the stones to the edge of the ocean he had been sitting by. I love you, he thought with great pain. The dragon released his palm in the water and watched the flower float away from him.
Once gone, the dragon followed the Rainbow dragon. He had let go of his past. He was ready for a new life.
Story should be coming this weekend...homework, yanno, and a buncha other stuff :/
But it'll be good I think ;D
I am yer supporter I can never get anything done for the art thread, though I try to put "something" in it to keep it updated-ish. I am working on 2 projects for it right now, but it will probably be ready in a day or two cuz of homework as well.
You're an awesome supporter ;D
Yeah I wrote a short just to hold everyone off a little...can't wait to see your stuff too!
The man turned sharply, feeling a slight disturbance in the air. His gaze lingered on the dimly lit, grey hallway. Nothing beyond the light of the torch could be seen, but he had the uneasy feeling that he was no longer alone in the temple. The images of the Dark Koala had long ago faded on the surface of the stone so that he could only make out lines intersecting at irregular intervals without close examination and study. He didn't have time for that. The Fur Bearers may have followed him here after all. Uneasy, he turned around again and sped down the rest of the hall to the chamber that opened beyond.
In the centre of the chamber stood a smooth stone altar. Without hesitating, he shot straight for it while digging in his backpack for the right implements with one hand while setting the torch on the side of the stone with the other. He placed a bowl on the cold, grey stone slab and then reached into his wriggling sack and produced a small bag tied at the end with a red string. With the knife from his belt, he sliced the string and emptied the contents of the bag into the bowl.
The sound of something heavy thudding on stone came from the way he had come. Ignoring the intrusion, he nervously placed a small brasier beside the bowl and, fumbling with his torch, he lit the incense inside it. Another sharper sound like a blow against something heavy and the slow grinding of metal against stone came from the distance.
Hastily, he ran his finger around the edge of the bowl while chanting some words under his breath. He stood before the altar now and, with a manic desperation in his eyes, he continued his chant, half singing, half phrenetic mumbling. His knife appeared in his hand again and, holding one wrist out over the bowl, he began to make fine cuts on both sides of his forearm. Three more blows could be heard from the distance and then a loud grinding sound and a shuddering slam of stone on stone.
The blood from his wounds flowed down his wrist and into the bowl. His chanting became panicked, almost frenzied. Heavy, plodding footfalls could be heard now. The contents of the bowl began to smoke with his blood and a flame caught and leapt up. Without looking up, the man reached into the wriggling sack and held small, furry, squirming thing. The tiny figure was twisting to escape, but was powerless as though the single strand of red string that bound it were of steel. A little cry as if from a small animal came from it. The sound of many feet running were nearly upon him now.
Lifting the creature in one hand and the knife in the other, he cried out, "Phascolarctos cinereus Penumbra! Et mittam te ad infinitum lacus egestas dolor! Ut tuum terribile et pulchra furrure ligari perpetuum!" The little, furry thing he pushed roughly to the stone altar. A shout rose up from the entry to the chamber as several large, hairy and dark figures appeared in the doorway.
He raised the knife and the little creature on the stone twisted in his hand so that its cute little black button nose glistened in the torch light and its fuzzy little ears drooped. Cursing, he plunged the knife down at the little thing with all his hate. Several darts struck him before his blow could land, throwing him off balance so that his swing went wild as he fell backwards.
The figures surrounded him as he lay there. They were very tall and large, covered in dark, luxurious fur wrappings. Their black eyes held him in their menacing gaze. One of them took up the small creature from the cold stone and cradled it, removing the red string.
So, the Fur Bearers had stopped him. He laughed aloud in self-spite and hatred for these minions of the Dark Koala. Without a word, they bound him with a dark, furry rope. Only once he was totally secure, did the one bearing the small creature step forward. The little being's black eyes seemed to draw away the light. It hissed at him and its little limbs began to reach for him. The Fur Bearer placed the little creature atop the helpless man. He had promised himself he would suffer nobly. It was now time to keep this promise.
From the furthest reaches of the temple, his screams could be heard as the avatar of the Dark Koala began to feast.
I am so very moved by your poem, Eternity I love metaphors in a beautiful poem such as this and I know I'll be quoting you later in my lifetime from the "Stick and Stones" analogy.
I am so very moved by your poem, Eternity I love metaphors in a beautiful poem such as this and I know I'll be quoting you later in my lifetime from the "Stick and Stones" analogy.
That's my favorite line 'Sticks and stones will break my bones/But words will never break me/Said the man who later died/From a dictionary'
Imo, I think it would be interesting to hear wht everyone reading thinks the story means. I know most of it, but I'd like to see others!
Had to think over this last one a bit. At first I thought it was like a break-up between a boyfriend and his girlfriend, but then reread it and have the mixed thoughts of a battle between earth and lightning with lighting striking on the ground. I am curious for what the real meaning is behind it is.
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Awesome eternity!
ugh. No more DVC here I guesses. Well thanks for the compliments, I think y'all will rlly like the story I'm whipping up now. 
