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BlueJ was here.
Towns Folk
Alright, I got a little something, sorry if I use references..
It was another average day for me, just finishing up my swordplay lessons before returning home to play some games. My teacher said I progressed even better than my first try, defeating some of the students who've been practicing way longer than me. Maybe it's because of my lucky birthmark, the triangle on my left hand. Or maybe I'm just fortunate. Anyway, on my way home, I hear someone calling for me. "Excuse me!", she says, waving at me while running this way. She has crystal blue eyes, and golden hair. I've never seen her before, but by the looks of her bag, she looks rich. "I'm lost, I forgot my map. Could you you please direct me to the nearest train station?", she asks. "Sure, just head that way, and... You're not familiar here, are you?", I reply. It's pointless giving someone unfamiliar directions. "I've always seen these streets from our coach, but never actually roamed them, hehe". "Here, just follow me. It'll be quicker, ok?", I suggested with a smile. We were about to go, when I felt an intimidating presence... Otherwise known as Gandon. Gandon was the jock of our school, always picking on the weak in spirit. I've always stood up to him, though. Since she was new, I decided to take the long way around, to avoid him. I don't want her to meet him, call it whatever you want. Eventually, we reached the station. "Thank you so much for helping me"! "It's cool. Hope you get to your destination". "Oh, I almost forgot! My name is Zelda! What's yours"? "I'm called Link".
It was another average day for me, just finishing up my swordplay lessons before returning home to play some games. My teacher said I progressed even better than my first try, defeating some of the students who've been practicing way longer than me. Maybe it's because of my lucky birthmark, the triangle on my left hand. Or maybe I'm just fortunate. Anyway, on my way home, I hear someone calling for me. "Excuse me!", she says, waving at me while running this way. She has crystal blue eyes, and golden hair. I've never seen her before, but by the looks of her bag, she looks rich. "I'm lost, I forgot my map. Could you you please direct me to the nearest train station?", she asks. "Sure, just head that way, and... You're not familiar here, are you?", I reply. It's pointless giving someone unfamiliar directions. "I've always seen these streets from our coach, but never actually roamed them, hehe". "Here, just follow me. It'll be quicker, ok?", I suggested with a smile. We were about to go, when I felt an intimidating presence... Otherwise known as Gandon. Gandon was the jock of our school, always picking on the weak in spirit. I've always stood up to him, though. Since she was new, I decided to take the long way around, to avoid him. I don't want her to meet him, call it whatever you want. Eventually, we reached the station. "Thank you so much for helping me"! "It's cool. Hope you get to your destination". "Oh, I almost forgot! My name is Zelda! What's yours"? "I'm called Link".
Did you read the main post? (Btw, after reading this, I'm 100% sure you're up to the task)
MLGirby
ciao
Towns Folk
Ooh! Unfortunately i quite literally have 0pc so ill have to post a bit before i enterOkay, tagging time! Calling upon everyone who likes to post stories (and posted recently at the blog section):
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BlueJ was here.
Towns Folk
Alright, lemme try again..
Finally, after two years of research, we finally found the floating island of Tamera! A small team made all this possible, including myself. This was truly a day to be proud of ourselves. Jack, the lead researcher was grinning from ear to ear. He has been really burning the midnight oil looking over the manuscripts supposedly being bogus. I didn't know much, but I brought him whatever he asked, sorta like an assistant, ha ha. Susan helped with the grunt work with me. Don't be fooled by her looks, she's actually quite strong and makes the tastiest sandwiches. Thank goodness for her helping out! Anyway, the day arrived for departure. We boarded the three-seater plane Jack had crafted, and took off, miles above the ground. So far so good. Susan had her telescope out, searching for anything that looked like the Tamera from the manuscripts. I just looked at my lap. I was scared of heights, but I wanted to see it for myself. Finally, Susan gets our attention, and points to a speck in the sky! Tamera??? Jack spins the plane, and puts on the thrusters! High up, and going fast...Not a good combo for me, but I'll manage. As the island came into focus, we cheered! This is what we've been waiting for!! Susan thought about what kind of places would be on an island that big. Jack wondered about the technology. I wondered about if there was good food, heh. But suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt when Jack swerved out of the way of incoming lasers! The island...was shooting at us!? Me and Susan held on to our seats as Jack tried to dodge the incoming assault. We were almost going to land, when *SPLACK*! We were hit!! The controls locked up, and we began to spiral out of control! Was this the end??? All that research for nothing...?
Finally, after two years of research, we finally found the floating island of Tamera! A small team made all this possible, including myself. This was truly a day to be proud of ourselves. Jack, the lead researcher was grinning from ear to ear. He has been really burning the midnight oil looking over the manuscripts supposedly being bogus. I didn't know much, but I brought him whatever he asked, sorta like an assistant, ha ha. Susan helped with the grunt work with me. Don't be fooled by her looks, she's actually quite strong and makes the tastiest sandwiches. Thank goodness for her helping out! Anyway, the day arrived for departure. We boarded the three-seater plane Jack had crafted, and took off, miles above the ground. So far so good. Susan had her telescope out, searching for anything that looked like the Tamera from the manuscripts. I just looked at my lap. I was scared of heights, but I wanted to see it for myself. Finally, Susan gets our attention, and points to a speck in the sky! Tamera??? Jack spins the plane, and puts on the thrusters! High up, and going fast...Not a good combo for me, but I'll manage. As the island came into focus, we cheered! This is what we've been waiting for!! Susan thought about what kind of places would be on an island that big. Jack wondered about the technology. I wondered about if there was good food, heh. But suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt when Jack swerved out of the way of incoming lasers! The island...was shooting at us!? Me and Susan held on to our seats as Jack tried to dodge the incoming assault. We were almost going to land, when *SPLACK*! We were hit!! The controls locked up, and we began to spiral out of control! Was this the end??? All that research for nothing...?
What a cliffhanger (that could wind up being pretty literal
MLGirby
ciao
Towns Folk
@PersonSP how did you know i'm into writing?
Tho
An old-school gamer & anime freak!
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@PersonSP, I'll post my story almost at night, like 9p.m. (+2GMT, DST active), is that ok? I'm too busy right now to type it!
Tho
An old-school gamer & anime freak!
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I have a story, it's still basically three paragraphs, but they are big, I hope it's no problem though. I am just used to this kind of writing. Next time use word limit instead of paragraphs. This all really took me about 40 minutes. I didn't have much time to rewrite it and stuff. Anyway, here goes:
When we were little kids we used to hear all kinds of stories that excited our fantasies. There was one, for example, about a kingdom hidden deep in a forest with no way out. There was this other one about the remains of what was used as a battlefield by the gods of old to decide who was the most dominant one. The one that intrigued us the most though, was that of the Fleeting City! It was a story about a group of people having discovered a flying city that only appeared only for a day every 10 years and using their own knowledge, they found a way to use it to escape the results of the ancient divine war! When we were older, we decided to conduct research on it and, now, years later, that we finally became adults, it was the time to set out and look for it!
Our journey began by making our way to San Juan, Puerto Rico, which was the closest point to where we had estimated the islands next appearance. That's right, the island was going to appear right above the Devil's Triangle, barely high enough to be unaffected by the electromagnetic fields. We were supposed to meet two new crew members, a mechanic and a pilot, in addition to our company of three. Every sane person would think we were joking and laugh about it. No one in their right mind would ever possibly go along with something like this! We had to find someone just crazy enough to agree to the task and they fit that description! They were perfect, they were unstable just barely enough to accept! After all, who goes on a journey without an mentally unstable crew member? We got our equipment and supplies safe and set off! The plane we were using was an enhanced combat, yet disarmed, native military one. Everything seemed to be going as planed, at first, we were flying around the triangle to gain altitude, then we continued with a sudden ascent and finally, we started moving in towards it and going as high as possible. After a couple of hours, we saw the most amazing thing, the flying city suddenly appeared out of nowhere! It was a sight to behold! It looked just as majestic as witnessing the birth of a star!
When we flew closer, higher, that's when the plane started trembling! We were incredibly high up and the air was so thin, that the engines were giving out! We kept pushing and managed to get just above the city so we could land, but the engines suddenly exploded! We all knew that our only chance was to jump off and try to head to the city with our parachutes. We had practiced this before, so no one panicked. However, out of the five of us, I was the only one to make it on the flying island, while all the rest fell down bellow, possibly to their deaths! I pray they were all spared! I was welcomed by a lone person upon landing. He was the sole survivor of the island's civilization, a plague had befallen them all! They didn't have the means needed to advance their sciences. They didn't have a way to supply themselves with the necessities needed to do so. He was dying himself and, soon, I was left all alone! I leave this document along with my observations here, in hopes of someone discovering it someday and researching the stories and the mysteries surrounding this place, as we met with such an unfortunate fate and couldn't do it ourselves. (there are two different endings here, but they won't be included. imagine them!)
When we were little kids we used to hear all kinds of stories that excited our fantasies. There was one, for example, about a kingdom hidden deep in a forest with no way out. There was this other one about the remains of what was used as a battlefield by the gods of old to decide who was the most dominant one. The one that intrigued us the most though, was that of the Fleeting City! It was a story about a group of people having discovered a flying city that only appeared only for a day every 10 years and using their own knowledge, they found a way to use it to escape the results of the ancient divine war! When we were older, we decided to conduct research on it and, now, years later, that we finally became adults, it was the time to set out and look for it!
Our journey began by making our way to San Juan, Puerto Rico, which was the closest point to where we had estimated the islands next appearance. That's right, the island was going to appear right above the Devil's Triangle, barely high enough to be unaffected by the electromagnetic fields. We were supposed to meet two new crew members, a mechanic and a pilot, in addition to our company of three. Every sane person would think we were joking and laugh about it. No one in their right mind would ever possibly go along with something like this! We had to find someone just crazy enough to agree to the task and they fit that description! They were perfect, they were unstable just barely enough to accept! After all, who goes on a journey without an mentally unstable crew member? We got our equipment and supplies safe and set off! The plane we were using was an enhanced combat, yet disarmed, native military one. Everything seemed to be going as planed, at first, we were flying around the triangle to gain altitude, then we continued with a sudden ascent and finally, we started moving in towards it and going as high as possible. After a couple of hours, we saw the most amazing thing, the flying city suddenly appeared out of nowhere! It was a sight to behold! It looked just as majestic as witnessing the birth of a star!
When we flew closer, higher, that's when the plane started trembling! We were incredibly high up and the air was so thin, that the engines were giving out! We kept pushing and managed to get just above the city so we could land, but the engines suddenly exploded! We all knew that our only chance was to jump off and try to head to the city with our parachutes. We had practiced this before, so no one panicked. However, out of the five of us, I was the only one to make it on the flying island, while all the rest fell down bellow, possibly to their deaths! I pray they were all spared! I was welcomed by a lone person upon landing. He was the sole survivor of the island's civilization, a plague had befallen them all! They didn't have the means needed to advance their sciences. They didn't have a way to supply themselves with the necessities needed to do so. He was dying himself and, soon, I was left all alone! I leave this document along with my observations here, in hopes of someone discovering it someday and researching the stories and the mysteries surrounding this place, as we met with such an unfortunate fate and couldn't do it ourselves. (there are two different endings here, but they won't be included. imagine them!)
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MindzEye
Pssst. I was gone for almost a year. XD
Towns Folk
Alright! Right after logging off, I spent fifteen minutes on the rough idea of this short story, another twenty-five refining twice-over , ate lots of peanut-butter cookies, messed around a bit more with the writing, fine-tuned it just before posting, and here it is!
Ever heard of "The Church of Icarus"?
Weeks before, we only thought of that place as a birdhouse...
I'll start from the beginning. Our small town never was too exciting at first: it really was just peaceful little town until these strangers moved in. we called them "birds" after their bright costumes and weird singing. One of them, an egg-shaped, filthy-rich fella named Sir Vermillion bought a stretch of land just on the edge of town: said he was gonna build a church on it. I remember all the fliers him and his hawk of a body-guard were handing out to us that day.
"The church of Icarus welcomes all. Soar with us and witness the heavens."
As they built that church, picking on the birds went from an activity to a tradition. Young people like myself would do all of the picking while a small audience sometimes watched the activity. Kids would giggle, older folks would shake their fists at them... This was normal for us now.
Once they completed the church, many of us young people had a nasty gag in plan on their first day of service. We'd wear these crazy-looking bird costumes, toss birdseed at everyone in the building and scream through it all like birds outta hell.
It was really a sight to behold! The whole town stood on the city edge just to listen in.
By the time we were tossed out, everyone in the church was suficiently offended and swarmed by the record bird flock we attracted in our gag. We were sure that would be the end of it.
But then Vermillion and his massive guard stepped out of the building. He was too shocked to say a word so his guard did all the talking.
"We invited you to join us in pursuit of paradise, yet you insult us in every way you can imagine! You land-dwellers are forsaken, not to touch the land we have created!"
From there, I cannot possibly explain. Many of these birds ran back into the church, a few hung onto the sides, and an incredible force shook the ground beneath us! We could only watch as faults snaked around the church, then began to sink. It was incredible! The church began to fly! As amazing as that sounds, it was flying!
I remembered again that last line on that little flier: "Soar with us and witness the heavens." And as I did, that hawk of a man said in a booming voice, "Look upon our heaven in envy and regret!" Their heaven, as they called it, began to rise far beyond our town, then it started to drift over to our lake where it now floats to this day.
Some of us felt bad about picking on those birds. Many of us have since moved on to lives of charity and whatnot, and we've since turned our acts around toward the occasional stranger to come into town. But there are a few of us who've tried to reach that flying church - just a small group of people my age with all kinds of contraptions to fly up there.
Not me! I'll never participate in delinquency in any form ever again! I just know it'll end poorly. I'll just sit here and watch as they try and try again to get there - I must admit it's pretty exciting watching those guys risk their lives to get in.
It's really a sight to behold.
Ever heard of "The Church of Icarus"?
Weeks before, we only thought of that place as a birdhouse...
I'll start from the beginning. Our small town never was too exciting at first: it really was just peaceful little town until these strangers moved in. we called them "birds" after their bright costumes and weird singing. One of them, an egg-shaped, filthy-rich fella named Sir Vermillion bought a stretch of land just on the edge of town: said he was gonna build a church on it. I remember all the fliers him and his hawk of a body-guard were handing out to us that day.
"The church of Icarus welcomes all. Soar with us and witness the heavens."
As they built that church, picking on the birds went from an activity to a tradition. Young people like myself would do all of the picking while a small audience sometimes watched the activity. Kids would giggle, older folks would shake their fists at them... This was normal for us now.
Once they completed the church, many of us young people had a nasty gag in plan on their first day of service. We'd wear these crazy-looking bird costumes, toss birdseed at everyone in the building and scream through it all like birds outta hell.
It was really a sight to behold! The whole town stood on the city edge just to listen in.
By the time we were tossed out, everyone in the church was suficiently offended and swarmed by the record bird flock we attracted in our gag. We were sure that would be the end of it.
But then Vermillion and his massive guard stepped out of the building. He was too shocked to say a word so his guard did all the talking.
"We invited you to join us in pursuit of paradise, yet you insult us in every way you can imagine! You land-dwellers are forsaken, not to touch the land we have created!"
From there, I cannot possibly explain. Many of these birds ran back into the church, a few hung onto the sides, and an incredible force shook the ground beneath us! We could only watch as faults snaked around the church, then began to sink. It was incredible! The church began to fly! As amazing as that sounds, it was flying!
I remembered again that last line on that little flier: "Soar with us and witness the heavens." And as I did, that hawk of a man said in a booming voice, "Look upon our heaven in envy and regret!" Their heaven, as they called it, began to rise far beyond our town, then it started to drift over to our lake where it now floats to this day.
Some of us felt bad about picking on those birds. Many of us have since moved on to lives of charity and whatnot, and we've since turned our acts around toward the occasional stranger to come into town. But there are a few of us who've tried to reach that flying church - just a small group of people my age with all kinds of contraptions to fly up there.
Not me! I'll never participate in delinquency in any form ever again! I just know it'll end poorly. I'll just sit here and watch as they try and try again to get there - I must admit it's pretty exciting watching those guys risk their lives to get in.
It's really a sight to behold.
MindzEye
Pssst. I was gone for almost a year. XD
Towns Folk
Dude, your's is about as long as mine!
Fine. Here's the short-hand version which is absolutely shorter than yours. I've measured them both!
Ever heard of "The Church of Icarus"?
Weeks before, we only thought of that place as a birdhouse... I'll start from the beginning. Our small town never had too much excitement at first: we thought it was just peaceful, until these strangers moved in. we called them "birds" after their bright costumes and weird singing. One of them, an egg-shaped, filthy-rich fella named Sir Vermillion bought a stretch of land just on the edge of town: said he was gonna build a church. I remember all the fliers him and his hawk of a body-guard were handing out to us that day.
"The church of Icarus welcomes all. Soar with us and witness the heavens." By this time, picking on the birds went from an activity to a tradition. Young people like myself would do all of the picking while a small audience sometimes watched the activity. Once they conpleted the church, many of us young people had a nasty gag in plan on their first day of service. We'd wear these crazy-looking bird costumes, toss birdseed at everyone in the building and scream through it all like birds outta hell. It was really a sight to behold! The whole town stood on the city edge just to listen in. By the time we were tossed out, everyone in the church was suficiently offended and swarmed by the record bird flock we attracted in our gag. We were sure that would be the end of it. But then Vermillion and his massive guard stepped out of the building. He was too shocked to say a word so his guard did all the talking.
"We invited you to join us in pursuit of paradise, yet you insult us in every way you can imagine! You land-dwellers are forsaken, not to touch the land we have created!" From there, I cannot possibly explain. All I know is that we could only watch as the earth beneath the church shook, then began to rise. It was incredible! The church began to fly! As amazing as that sounds, it was flying! I remembered again that last line on that little flier: "Soar with us and witness the heavens." And as I did, that hawk of a man said in a booming voice, "Look upon our heaven in envy and regret!" Their heaven, as they called it, continued to rise far beyond our town, then it started to drift over to our lake where it now floats to this day. Some of us felt bad about picking on those birds. Many of us have since moved on to lives of charity and whatnot, but there are a few of us who've tried to reach that flying church - not me! I'll never participate in delinquency in any form ever again! I'll just sit here and watch instead. After all, there's just no way they could ever reach that place.
Edited because I'm bad at this. Yaaaaaaaaay.......
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