The Blatantly Random and Never Ending Adventures
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So yeah... I've been writing an awful lot since my major demands it. It made me come to this fabulous realization that I should use this excessive amount of writing as an excuse to write here as well. I mean, why not, right? At least this way, I'm always on my toes and I can keep my mind fresh with a steady outpouring of words. Other than the works I have here already, I thought I'd try something a little different! I don't normally have the time like before to write full chapters, but I would still like to write, so I came up with this! This isn't to say that I have no plans to write new chapters at all, but rather a way to say that this will help me feel the want to write new chapters.
Anyway... What I though of doing came to me after I realize that heavy analysis is part of my major. Because of it, I often hyper-analyze pictures to the point where I can craft a story just by looking at it for a few moments. Because of it, I've come up with this nifty little project that's more of a game over anything else!
So, it's very simple! I will post a picture, look at it, find a center point, then right a story around said center point! It will be completely on the fly, so it's akin to me just barfing out words. I encourage the community to join in as well! I will try to post a picture every few weeks and leave it open to the community for about a week to see if anyone wants a try. If not, then I will personally write the story myself. I hope that people participate, and if not, then I hope they read along! Anyway, I'll give an example right below!
We'll start with this pic. They will always be hidden!
Title: Ocean Bravery
It had been five... No... ten... Let's make it ten for more emphasis! It had been ten years since he sailed out to sea. Ten years since he had eaten flesh from a creature not belonging to the ocean. Ten years since he departed on his raft made of wood and vine which miraculously stayed afloat for... ten years. His clothes were no more; only a simple cloth around his waist was left. His supplies were depleted; only a singular roped and jade-tipped spear at his side. But after ten whole years, he had finally reached his goal. Upon the distance was a serpentine creature that he had been hunting for five... Shit... Ten years. I meant to say a creature he had been hunting for ten years. Anyway, in the water no more than a few inches beneath the waves, was the serpentine giant. He had but one spear left, and he was ready to defeat it with said spear. With a steady aim and overwhelming confidence, he through his spear. Wow... I spelled "threw" wrong...
Alas, it was a solid hit. The spear connected with his target, skewering it by the tail. It scream echoed as the man jumped for joy. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He took hold of the rope and tied it on some part of his raft as the creature began to swim. It swam quickly, but it mattered little since the man was tethered to it. The man screamed in victory as he took hold of the rope and pulled himself ever closer. Ten whole years he waited for this moment. The moment to kill this creature . He had sailed the eternal ocean, fighting beasts of astounding ferocity and unbelievable spoils, but none mattered as much as this creature. One can only assume that it must have wronged him in such a way that he does not fear it like his previous encounters, but hates it with unmatched ferocity.
With each pull, he drew closer. With each yank, he felt his triumph near. No more than a few feet away from the beast, the man was ready for the final moment. That is, until the creature dove into the water and broke itself loose from it's leash. The force of the roiling and rolling waters combined with the sudden jolt practically shattered the man's raft, leaving him on top of nothing more than a sinking pile of splinters. I also forgot to mention that the reason the waters were so wild was because this whole event was happening in a storm. So yeah, there was a mighty storm that swirled around the man. He had nothing left but a single piece of wood that he precariously balanced on. All he had left was his weapon and bravery as he stared down the infinite abyss that was the water ready to swallow him.
It was at this moment that out came the creature from the water. A grotesque thing of tentacles and claws that roared at him as if it knew his situation was dire. Even in his current state, the man saw no futility. His target was before him, and this was his final moment. As the creature roared and prepared to attack, the man's unshakable conviction caused him to attack first. Summoning what almost seemed like an impossibly large amount of strength, the man leapt from his position as it sank into the water. Lighting struck around him as he thunderously roared. Though the ocean was cool and the rain was a chill, the man felt nothing more than the warm fires of his beating heart as he neared the creature. He readied his spear, holding it with both hands as he flew through the air. This was sure to be his final moment, and he knew what a moment it was.
Anyway... What I though of doing came to me after I realize that heavy analysis is part of my major. Because of it, I often hyper-analyze pictures to the point where I can craft a story just by looking at it for a few moments. Because of it, I've come up with this nifty little project that's more of a game over anything else!
So, it's very simple! I will post a picture, look at it, find a center point, then right a story around said center point! It will be completely on the fly, so it's akin to me just barfing out words. I encourage the community to join in as well! I will try to post a picture every few weeks and leave it open to the community for about a week to see if anyone wants a try. If not, then I will personally write the story myself. I hope that people participate, and if not, then I hope they read along! Anyway, I'll give an example right below!
We'll start with this pic. They will always be hidden!
Spoiler:
Title: Ocean Bravery
It had been five... No... ten... Let's make it ten for more emphasis! It had been ten years since he sailed out to sea. Ten years since he had eaten flesh from a creature not belonging to the ocean. Ten years since he departed on his raft made of wood and vine which miraculously stayed afloat for... ten years. His clothes were no more; only a simple cloth around his waist was left. His supplies were depleted; only a singular roped and jade-tipped spear at his side. But after ten whole years, he had finally reached his goal. Upon the distance was a serpentine creature that he had been hunting for five... Shit... Ten years. I meant to say a creature he had been hunting for ten years. Anyway, in the water no more than a few inches beneath the waves, was the serpentine giant. He had but one spear left, and he was ready to defeat it with said spear. With a steady aim and overwhelming confidence, he through his spear. Wow... I spelled "threw" wrong...
Alas, it was a solid hit. The spear connected with his target, skewering it by the tail. It scream echoed as the man jumped for joy. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He took hold of the rope and tied it on some part of his raft as the creature began to swim. It swam quickly, but it mattered little since the man was tethered to it. The man screamed in victory as he took hold of the rope and pulled himself ever closer. Ten whole years he waited for this moment. The moment to kill this creature . He had sailed the eternal ocean, fighting beasts of astounding ferocity and unbelievable spoils, but none mattered as much as this creature. One can only assume that it must have wronged him in such a way that he does not fear it like his previous encounters, but hates it with unmatched ferocity.
With each pull, he drew closer. With each yank, he felt his triumph near. No more than a few feet away from the beast, the man was ready for the final moment. That is, until the creature dove into the water and broke itself loose from it's leash. The force of the roiling and rolling waters combined with the sudden jolt practically shattered the man's raft, leaving him on top of nothing more than a sinking pile of splinters. I also forgot to mention that the reason the waters were so wild was because this whole event was happening in a storm. So yeah, there was a mighty storm that swirled around the man. He had nothing left but a single piece of wood that he precariously balanced on. All he had left was his weapon and bravery as he stared down the infinite abyss that was the water ready to swallow him.
It was at this moment that out came the creature from the water. A grotesque thing of tentacles and claws that roared at him as if it knew his situation was dire. Even in his current state, the man saw no futility. His target was before him, and this was his final moment. As the creature roared and prepared to attack, the man's unshakable conviction caused him to attack first. Summoning what almost seemed like an impossibly large amount of strength, the man leapt from his position as it sank into the water. Lighting struck around him as he thunderously roared. Though the ocean was cool and the rain was a chill, the man felt nothing more than the warm fires of his beating heart as he neared the creature. He readied his spear, holding it with both hands as he flew through the air. This was sure to be his final moment, and he knew what a moment it was.
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So, that's my story on the picture above! I wrote it very fast and went with the first thing that came to my head. Some of my ideas got tossed out, but a few quick looks allowed me to awkwardly put them back in! So once again, the rules are fairly simple. If one wants to participate, they simply have to write a story based on the first thoughts that come to their mind when viewing a picture I've posted. And once again, if no one has written one in about a week or so, then I'll write a story. The best part is that after a week, I might have a different outlook on the picture, so the story I previously planned might change! I hope this encourages people to think on their feet and just write what they feel. It might also help destroy those pesky periods of writer's block! If not, I hope they still enjoy it!
Without further ado, and if anyone wants to participate, here is the picture for anyone who wants to attempt!
Without further ado, and if anyone wants to participate, here is the picture for anyone who wants to attempt!
Spoiler:
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Goddamned son of a bitch... Pardon my cursing, but... where has my life gone? School has completely enveloped it. If I had not quit my job, I don't think I'd have a life at all! I need to get back into the writing swing, so let's do this. How about a poem for the picture I posted above?
She lived atop a hill that was quite queer
But with it's height, the view was clear
Below was a land full of cities and grass
One thing about city folk is that they are quite crass
She was happy to stay atop her home
Her face buried in papers and tomes
She passed each day with her companions nearby
With joy together, they seldom cried
Often times one would go to the land below below
Their blimps returning with gits in tow
Every day atop this hill she was full of glee
There was rarely a moment she did not feel free
If their was ever a moment she felt sad, she would climb to her swing
Atop it she'd look at the land below and with a smile, she would sing
As much as the view did it's part
It was not what fueled happiness to her heart
It was the tree that the swing was attached
Stuck to this monster, impossible to unlatch
It was gigantic, a mushroom, a fungus
One could even say it was humongous
There. A little bit rough, but it got me thinking.
She lived atop a hill that was quite queer
But with it's height, the view was clear
Below was a land full of cities and grass
One thing about city folk is that they are quite crass
She was happy to stay atop her home
Her face buried in papers and tomes
She passed each day with her companions nearby
With joy together, they seldom cried
Often times one would go to the land below below
Their blimps returning with gits in tow
Every day atop this hill she was full of glee
There was rarely a moment she did not feel free
If their was ever a moment she felt sad, she would climb to her swing
Atop it she'd look at the land below and with a smile, she would sing
As much as the view did it's part
It was not what fueled happiness to her heart
It was the tree that the swing was attached
Stuck to this monster, impossible to unlatch
It was gigantic, a mushroom, a fungus
One could even say it was humongous
There. A little bit rough, but it got me thinking.
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Alright, let's do this! Writers are still welcome to participate if they want. if so, the rules are above.
How about a Halloween themed picture?
How about a Halloween themed picture?
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As the Hallowed Eve passed, a grim figure grinned at his own casket. The dust settled and the spiders moved once more into the dilapidated house. As the fog cleared in the wee hours, a man followed his path into the darkness of a burnt forest. How long had it been since he'd seen the light? It had been centuries, at the very least.
Without the resolve to continue his stride, he would have given up years ago. Yet, even as he became a phantom himself, he pursued his goals in case there was even a ghost of a chance he would achieve them. Every year, for one single night, he searched for something. Something irreplaceable, yet something that may have been nothing more than a dream.
Was it real? Was it an illusion? He did not know, but he would hunt it to the end of time.
Without the resolve to continue his stride, he would have given up years ago. Yet, even as he became a phantom himself, he pursued his goals in case there was even a ghost of a chance he would achieve them. Every year, for one single night, he searched for something. Something irreplaceable, yet something that may have been nothing more than a dream.
Was it real? Was it an illusion? He did not know, but he would hunt it to the end of time.
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Thank you for your contribution to my lovely game! I found what you wrote to be very good! It was short and sweet and addressed the picture in both a direct and subtle way.
I'll have a new one up very soon! Gotta get through my busy day first!
I'll have a new one up very soon! Gotta get through my busy day first!
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crazr wrote...
Thank you for your contribution to my lovely game! I found what you wrote to be very good! It was short and sweet and addressed the picture in both a direct and subtle way.I'll have a new one up very soon! Gotta get through my busy day first!
Thanks!
I'm actually doing this to address problems with my prose gradually.
After about 100 pictures or so, I'll go back to my teacher for more advice ^_^.
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Thanks!I'm actually doing this to address problems with my prose gradually.
After about 100 pictures or so, I'll go back to my teacher for more advice ^_^.
I see. Well. I'm glad to be of assistance!
Here is the new pic!
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Yanker
I read hentai for plot
Lightning struck with a crackle. Rain shuddered the deck, raucous and relentless. The night was black, the clouds impenetrable, the Lady Jane powerless before the storm’s vigour.
“Isaac! Get below the deck!”
The one-legged captain roared with the fury of the wind as rain lashed his eyes and tore at his beard. Isaac remained at the railing, unmoving.
“Isaac, you dolt! What are you doing?”
Cursing, he hauled himself onto the deck and crawled to the boy. The ship shuddered and shook, threatening to knock them prone.
“Odin’s beard, what’s gotten into you? This is madness-”
His words crumbled as his eyes found what they were looking for.
A titanic monstrosity rearing its head from the depths, spines queuing down its back, glistening scales of green. A gaping maw roared at the storm, bearing its fangs, blindly seeking. Three tendrils stretched from its throat, wriggling, writhing things that shirked the shivering rain.
The sky growled at it, and it growed in return.
“By the Gods…” the captain whispered.
“Look…” The deckhand Isaac finally spoke, and pointed a trembling finger.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and from the churning waters rose a man. With naught but a cloth covering his loins and a wizened beard of grey, he stepped across the waves with a quiet glare.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and in his hands appeared a spear. A straight shaft of polished wood and a barbed point of steel, he clenched it tight in both his hands and cried,
“BEGONE! BEGONE!”
The beast screamed and coiled back, blind eyes eyeing the man. With three quick steps, the old man leapt into the roiling sky.
Lightning streaked, white and pure. The spear pierced the beast with a resonating strike, and thunder followed. With a shriek that shook the ocean, it twisted and turned and finally fell, slamming into the waves, and sunk.
Lightning blinked, and the old man of the sea was gone.
“Isaac! Get below the deck!”
The one-legged captain roared with the fury of the wind as rain lashed his eyes and tore at his beard. Isaac remained at the railing, unmoving.
“Isaac, you dolt! What are you doing?”
Cursing, he hauled himself onto the deck and crawled to the boy. The ship shuddered and shook, threatening to knock them prone.
“Odin’s beard, what’s gotten into you? This is madness-”
His words crumbled as his eyes found what they were looking for.
A titanic monstrosity rearing its head from the depths, spines queuing down its back, glistening scales of green. A gaping maw roared at the storm, bearing its fangs, blindly seeking. Three tendrils stretched from its throat, wriggling, writhing things that shirked the shivering rain.
The sky growled at it, and it growed in return.
“By the Gods…” the captain whispered.
“Look…” The deckhand Isaac finally spoke, and pointed a trembling finger.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and from the churning waters rose a man. With naught but a cloth covering his loins and a wizened beard of grey, he stepped across the waves with a quiet glare.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and in his hands appeared a spear. A straight shaft of polished wood and a barbed point of steel, he clenched it tight in both his hands and cried,
“BEGONE! BEGONE!”
The beast screamed and coiled back, blind eyes eyeing the man. With three quick steps, the old man leapt into the roiling sky.
Lightning streaked, white and pure. The spear pierced the beast with a resonating strike, and thunder followed. With a shriek that shook the ocean, it twisted and turned and finally fell, slamming into the waves, and sunk.
Lightning blinked, and the old man of the sea was gone.
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I enjoyed the story! It was quite dramatic and covered every aspect of the picture! I'd say it was much better than my interpretation for sure, and thus, deserves praise. You win the internet for today!
Also, you were supposed to write about the picture on my last post, haha! Though I never did specify rules too clearly, so I see nothing wrong with it. I had forgotten about this due to life being such a persistent thorn to my writing. Thank you for reminding me of its existence, Yank.
Also, you were supposed to write about the picture on my last post, haha! Though I never did specify rules too clearly, so I see nothing wrong with it. I had forgotten about this due to life being such a persistent thorn to my writing. Thank you for reminding me of its existence, Yank.