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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 16:23:24 GMT -5
...a descriptive scene (which may be based on screen name, signature, or whatever I feel like). I’m bored and I want to do some writing practice, so pretty much anything goes. If you want yours to be about something specific, just say so. I ask that it be nothing too detailed, like a fullblown plot, etc. This isn’t the same as my short story requests; those took way more time and were quite a pain.
And forgive typos, please; I really suck at catching them, even when I re-read.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 16:24:56 GMT -5
Hello! May I get one, please?
I'd love for mine to have a fantasy theme, if you're willing. No matter what, though, I'll be looking forward to the end result!
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Post by Lórien on Sept 17, 2016 16:25:09 GMT -5
*Posts* This seems like fun! Thanks in advance!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 16:26:35 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 16:27:03 GMT -5
i'm begging you
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Post by bastion main on Sept 17, 2016 16:29:33 GMT -5
this thread is cool posting
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#add8e6
Name Colour
*Ravenpaw*
Warrior Fanatic
*reads books in a corner*
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Post by *Ravenpaw* on Sept 17, 2016 16:30:32 GMT -5
*pokes*
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Post by trickster ♥ on Sept 17, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -5
hi there
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 16:43:23 GMT -5
Hello! May I get one, please? I'd love for mine to have a fantasy theme, if you're willing. No matter what, though, I'll be looking forward to the end result! Shrouded in mists, the hollow lay deathly still. The tall, dark trees stood tall, unwavering. No winds blew, no rain fell. A distant cry of a raven echoed in the air, the half moon barely peeking through the trees. It was as if not a single soul wandered these woods; not a breath disturbed the air. Frost had begun to creep across the ground, as bitter cold as the first winter snow. There, in the center of the ring of ash black trees, lay the unmoving figure of a grey stallion, stranded in a pool of his own dark blood. A twisted look of pain had frozen on the great creature’s face, the fear in his eyes betraying the pain of his last moments. It would be clear to any unfortunate enough to happen upon the scene that the source of his torment was a great hole in his head; a hole from where one had taken a blade and removed the horn that was rightfully his.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 16:44:41 GMT -5
I'd like one please!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 16:47:47 GMT -5
Hello! May I get one, please? I'd love for mine to have a fantasy theme, if you're willing. No matter what, though, I'll be looking forward to the end result! Shrouded in mists, the hollow lay deathly still. The tall, dark trees stood tall, unwavering. No winds blew, no rain fell. A distant cry of a raven echoed in the air, the half moon barely peeking through the trees. It was as if not a single soul wandered these woods; not a breath disturbed the air. Frost had begun to creep across the ground, as bitter cold as the first winter snow. There, in the center of the ring of ash black trees, lay the unmoving figure of a grey stallion, stranded in a pool of his own dark blood. A twisted look of pain had frozen on the great creature’s face, the fear in his eyes betraying the pain of his last moments. It would be clear to any unfortunate enough to happen upon the scene that the source of his torment was a great hole in his head; a hole from where one had taken a blade and removed the horn that was rightfully his. Honestly, I love it! You have a really intriguing style. I'd love to see more from you.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 16:53:05 GMT -5
*Posts* This seems like fun! Thanks in advance! The ancient mountains loomed above him, tall and menacing, the snow crunching underfoot. The moon had vanished hours ago, and the cold had only grown steadily worse. The man held up his lantern, trying in vain to see the ground before him. The dim glow of the light barely dented the darkness that had begun to close in on the mountains. Above him. greyed skies swirled with snow and ice, the harsh wind biting at the skin and chewing through bone. The chill cut deep and left him shivering. His feet had gone numb hours earlier, but exactly when he could not for the life on him recall. All he knew was that had to keep going, lest he fall down and never wake again.
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Post by Lórien on Sept 17, 2016 16:54:36 GMT -5
*Posts* This seems like fun! Thanks in advance! The ancient mountains loomed above him, tall and menacing, the snow crunching underfoot. The moon had vanished hours ago, and the cold had only grown steadily worse. The man held up his lantern, trying in vain to see the ground before him. The dim glow of the light barely dented the darkness that had begun to close in on the mountains. Above him. greyed skies swirled with snow and ice, the harsh wind biting at the skin and chewing through bone. The chill cut deep and left him shivering. His feet had gone numb hours earlier, but exactly when he could not for the life on him recall. All he knew was that had to keep going, lest he fall down and never wake again. Okay, I just have to say that was epic. Amazing! Thank you so much!
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 17:04:49 GMT -5
Meep!! This seems awesome! If one were to venture down the forgotten trails in the Faeries’ Woods, they happen upon a small little creek with a small little wooden bridge. And on that small little bridge, vines had long since crept their way across the railings, dotted with tiny pink and purple flowers. Wandering further down the sunlit path, one would be greeted by the young deer that darted amongst the great oaks. They could wade through the knee deep meadows, filled with brilliant wildflowers. It was there, in this beautiful, overgrown land, that one could get lost in a good book, letting the hours slip away. They could stop to sleep in a bed of sweet clover, under the shade of the mighty faerie oaks.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 17:11:35 GMT -5
The shadows crept across her bedroom walls like monsters, lurking in the dark. Monsters with wicked sharp teeth and hooked claws. Monsters that moved silently; monsters that Mother was blind to, saying that her little girl was safe. Only the faint light of a melting candle that sat on the nightstand kept them at bay. The monsters lingered at the edge of the room, waiting patiently. It was only a matter of time before the lights went out. The red silky curtains fluttered in the soft breeze that came from outside the half open window. Just then the lights went out, but no monsters came. It was then it became clear; the monsters that had once kept her awake were nothing more than shadows outside her, and that was all they’d ever be.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 17:17:10 GMT -5
The sun rose on a calm Autumn morning, the many yellows, reds and oranges dyeing the landscape beautiful colours. The light fell upon the earth, the wisps of clouds like silk. A trail of smoke crawled out of a brick chimney that sat atop the hills, the smell of fresh baking apple pie and cinnamon escaping with it. The crisp air carried fallen leaves of gold far and wide, spreading the beauty of fall far across the land. Truly the most beautiful things in the world was the early morning, but many never woke soon enough to see, for once the sun rose over the hills, the magic was gone, fading like colours in a tapestry. Such a sight was for the early risers alone, and it was reason enough to get out of bed each day.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 17:20:12 GMT -5
The shadows crept across her bedroom walls like monsters, lurking in the dark. Monsters with wicked sharp teeth and hooked claws. Monsters that moved silently; monsters that Mother was blind to, saying that her little girl was safe. Only the faint light of a melting candle that sat on the nightstand kept them at bay. The monsters lingered at the edge of the room, waiting patiently. It was only a matter of time before the lights went out. The red silky curtains fluttered in the soft breeze that came from outside the half open window. Just then the lights went out, but no monsters came. It was then it became clear; the monsters that had once kept her awake were nothing more than shadows outside her, and that was all they’d ever be. Whoa, this is really cool! Thanks so much!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 17:21:41 GMT -5
The sun rose on a calm Autumn morning, the many yellows, reds and oranges dyeing the landscape beautiful colours. The light fell upon the earth, the wisps of clouds like silk. A trail of smoke crawled out of a brick chimney that sat atop the hills, the smell of fresh baking apple pie and cinnamon escaping with it. The crisp air carried fallen leaves of gold far and wide, spreading the beauty of fall far across the land. Truly the most beautiful things in the world was the early morning, but many never woke soon enough to see, for once the sun rose over the hills, the magic was gone, fading like colours in a tapestry. Such a sight was for the early risers alone, and it was reason enough to get out of bed each day. thank you!! i'm super happy that i got an autumn one!
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 17:29:29 GMT -5
this thread is cool posting The smell of soot still lingered, even though the rains had come. Yes, the skies had intervened, and brought the flames to their knees, but alas it had been too late. The sting of smoke had drowned out the sky, the harsh crackling of fire eating away at all that lived and breathed. To think a spark, only a mere spark, had been all that was needed to cause such devastation. The once mighty trees had shriveled up and crumbled. The branches lay bare, empty of life. They had fallen away, leaving a broken mess of black and grey in what had once been a green landscape. The campers who had once sought warmth, despite all the warnings sent their way, but of warmth and heat they had certainly had their share.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 17:42:25 GMT -5
Shimmering scales of emerald blended in with the tall saw grasses of the salt marsh, hiding along the edges of the flattened the elk beds. The salt water ran through the grasses, the mud slowly falling away to leave eroded banks and exposed rocks that let a predator move unnoticed. A green snake slipped carefully through each bladed piece of grass, undetected and unseen by the small mouse that had found home beneath the shade of a fallen tree. The mouse darted out from the safety of its home. Perched on the branches, it seemed unaware of the hunters that stalked it.Sadly, the poor creature had never learned the lesson of what had done in so many mice before it; never underestimate the dangers of the outside. Swift as the wind, the snake lunged forward and fangs sank deep into soft grey fur. The mouse did not even have the chance to feel fear before it was over; Hunt in its jaws, the hunter slipped back into the tall grass.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 17, 2016 17:45:32 GMT -5
I'm curious to know what you'll come up with.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 17:56:54 GMT -5
The smell of fresh bread filled the small town; tempting any who passed the bakery. A new batch of sweet rolls was pulled from the oven with love and care. As the fires began to die down, more air was added to smoldering coals to keep them burning brightly. The coals flared, bright orange with heat, gently crisping the bread that sat on the baking stones. The warm glow of the fire kissed the old baker woman’s skin, making the chill of winter just the tiniest bit more bearable. Smooth loaves, still warm, were placed in the windows to draw in hungry travelers. The occasional soul would stood amidst the cobblestone streets, eyeing the perfectly baked sweet rolls through the glass. A small bell would ring as they entered, relieving the frozen hands of weary men returning from the hunt. The man would point to the rolls, placing a few shiny coins in the old woman’s flour coated hands, and the two would exchange soft smiles, understanding without uttering a single word. He would leave with a warm loaf of bread tucking under his arm, the cold chill of the outside feeling not quite as cold anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 17:57:58 GMT -5
sounds interesting
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 18:01:20 GMT -5
I'm curious to know what you'll come up with. The sands of time had swept across the landscape, the unforgiving sun beating down relentlessly on the golden sands. Rain hadn’t fallen in the deserts in years and the winding trail of what had once been a river had long since run dry. Even the oasis felt empty; the small pool of water had diminished to nothing but mud, still wet, almost taunting. The scattered palms had begun to droop and the green grasses had shriveled. The tracks of human felt had been blown away by the wind, erasing all trace of what had happened here hundreds of years ago; there was nothing but the half buried sandstone spires of an ancient kingdom. Long ago, the sands had come and swept over the forgotten city, hiding away priceless treasures beneath the earth. There they would lay for centuries, far from prying eyes and greedy hands.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 18:13:10 GMT -5
Tall were the pillars that once held up the world. But, as any man knew, the higher he stood, the farther he would fall. The pillars of The City had once been as mighty as the cathedral. The building still lay in the center of the winding streets, but the paintings inside had grown faded, and the pews had rotted away. A great banner had once flown atop that cathedral; the orange moon had stood tall through so many wars, rallying warriors of The City. It had once stood fast, among the familiar cobblestone streets and orange stained glass windows. The City was grey with rain and broken by battle; the once mighty stone walls crumbled to nothing more than gravel. The Northerners had come, bring deadly plagues with them. Sickness had torn away life from the inside, leaving The City empty and void of life. Flyers that warned of the end of the world or the reward for bandits still lay strewn about, though the inked words had run thanks to the damp. Grey clouds loomed over the dying land, threatening a coming storm. In the distance, the great pines bent to the will of the wind.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 17, 2016 18:14:54 GMT -5
Closing this for a little while:
Feel free to post anyway, but know I may not get back to you.
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Post by trickster ♥ on Sept 17, 2016 20:08:33 GMT -5
Shimmering scales of emerald blended in with the tall saw grasses of the salt marsh, hiding along the edges of the flattened the elk beds. The salt water ran through the grasses, the mud slowly falling away to leave eroded banks and exposed rocks that let a predator move unnoticed. A green snake slipped carefully through each bladed piece of grass, undetected and unseen by the small mouse that had found home beneath the shade of a fallen tree. The mouse darted out from the safety of its home. Perched on the branches, it seemed unaware of the hunters that stalked it.Sadly, the poor creature had never learned the lesson of what had done in so many mice before it; never underestimate the dangers of the outside. Swift as the wind, the snake lunged forward and fangs sank deep into soft grey fur. The mouse did not even have the chance to feel fear before it was over; Hunt in its jaws, the hunter slipped back into the tall grass. this is really good! thanks!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 20:11:11 GMT -5
that'd be cool! yes please <3
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