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Sept 26, 2003 22:56:31 GMT -5
Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 26, 2003 22:56:31 GMT -5
Post your own stories here. Originals, or just your favorites. ;D
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Oct 3, 2003 12:17:21 GMT -5
Post by Ryhla on Oct 3, 2003 12:17:21 GMT -5
Ok. I'll get this ball rolling and post up the only story I have typed up for such a place like this. It's a fairy tale of sorts...
Clarence and His Flying Machine There once lived an old man named Clarence who lived in a small town. He was a kind gentle old soul who was very bright. He is what grown-ups called a sage. Now townspeople loved the old man except for one thing. He was a bit dangerous. It was no fault of his own...but the poor fellow could not hear or see well. One day, after a minor explosion, the townspeople decided to give him some land and a small cottage to live in just outside of town. After some arguement, the old sage agreed so he could continue his experiments. With that the townspeople felt safe. One day out in his new cottage just outside of town, the old sage came up with brilliant idea. He wanted to try to fly to the stars. "Oh the joy it would be for him to see the twinkling lights close up.", Clarence said to himself. "I will to make a flying machine to carry me to the heavens." The old man went inside his little cottage and sat down at his desk. He drew all sorts of machines. Ones shaped like birds. Ones shaped like dragons. Even one shaped like a flying squirrell. But the poor old man just couldn't find the perfect shape, until he was eating lunch one day. It all happened when the kindly butcher from the small town brought him some fresh sausage with secret ingredients in it. Clarence thanked the kindly butcher and cooked up sausage. As the old sage sat at his desk trying to draw more flying machines, the pot started to boil like mad. Clarence ran over to the pot and lifted the lid. All the sudden the sausage he was cooking shot out of the pot. It flew straight up in the air and through the roof. Clarence got all excited. "THAT'S IT!", he shouted with glee. With the speed of lightning he ran over to his desk. As fast as the rabbit runs, he drew the sausage. "Oh this will take me to the stars.", he cheered. The next morning, Clarence went to the small town and did some shopping. He was so excited about building his flying sausage that the people began to fear for him. "No worries,", the kindly old man said. "I will build one and test it first." He went to the little store ran by his cousin Laile. Clarence bought all sorts of stuff to make his flying sausage. He bought tents and poles and fireworks. Then Clarence went to the kindly butcher that gave him the sausage and bought more sausage. Then the old man went home and started to build his flying machine. Clarence spend many days building his flying machine and experimented with the sausage that he bought from the butcher. After many times and lots of sausage, which he ate, he finished his first machine. Now he was so proud of what he built he invited all in the town to see his new invention. It stood 30 feet tall and 10 feet wide. It was built with all the poles he bought and covered with all the tents he himself sewed togeather. Now as the all the townspeople came to see his flying machine, an evil sorcerer came to the town. He went to the local pub to have something to eat. Now this sorcerer was a foul-tempered man. He saw a note on the door. It said "Have gone to see what Clarence is blowing up." Finding no one there he became very upset. He then went to where Clarence lived. Out in a field, he saw all the good townspeople looking up at the old man's newest invention. "Vile creatures!", he evil sorcerer shouted. "How dare you not greet me at you little town." Now the good townspeople were filled with fear, for they knew that this sorcerer had a fould temper. Some of people started to run away for the feared him so. "I will destroy you little town with a mighty fireball!", shouted the evil sorcerer. Many of the townspeople started to panic and flee for their life Now as it was, poor Clarence who cannot hear or see very well, did not know that the sorcerer was there. Clarence was too busy looking one last time over his drawings of his flying machine. He wanted to make sure that everything was all well. I looked up and down at the giant machine that looked just like the sausage. He looked all around at it's bottem to make sure that it was perfect, and he was satisfied. And with a nod, Clarence lit a long fuse that would light all the fireworks that he bought from his cousin. As it was, the evil sorcerer did not see the mighty flying machine that Clarence built. Instead, he started taking his magic wand and out of it shot magic fireballs. "You will see what kind of power I have." , the foul-tempered sorcerer shouted. Many of the townspeople who came to see what machine Clarence built forgot about his flying machine. Then all a sudden, the ground started to shake. A mighty rumble could be heard all around. Everyone stopped running. But because the evil sorcerer was not only foul-tempered he was also vain. He thought the shaking and rumbling he made. But as people stopped running, they looked up and saw the flying machine go straight up. "They are in awe of my power.", the evil sorcerer said to himself. Now Clarence whe still did not know that the evil sorcerer was there became excited indead. He picked up the staff that he used to walk with and started drawing on the ground with it. He started to shout with glee. "IT WORKS! IT WORKS!", he shouted mightily. As he drew in the ground something terrible happened. His flying sausage began to fall out of the sky. Now the evil sorcerer, who still did not know about Clarence and his flying machine, became very vain. "All of you will be my servants.", he shouted. "Since you did not greet me in your town, this is the only way I will keep from destroying your little town!" All of the townspeople still stood still. Not because they feared the evil sorcerer, but because they were watching the flying machine. They watched the mighty thing start to fall and they began to run again. Now as the machine fell, the evil sorcerer wondered why the good townspeople all the sudden ran from him. Just then the foul- tempered man looked up and saw the flying machine falling right above him. Now this evil sorcerer did not know what magic the town used but he could not run, for he was paralized with fear from it. And with that, the mighty machine crashed right on top of him, ridding the town of the evil sorcerer. With that, all the townspeople cheered greatly, for the foul-tempered sorcerer was gone and Clarence was made a hero. Now poor Clarence heard the mighty cheering and wondered why the townspeople were happy, for he did not know about the evil sorcerer. Instead the old man shook his head and said to himself, "So much for space flight..."
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Rayst
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If I knew then what I know now, would I really have changed anything?
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Oct 6, 2003 21:15:59 GMT -5
Post by Rayst on Oct 6, 2003 21:15:59 GMT -5
Heh, cute Ryhla Here is my first attempt * HOLD THE LINE!* he yells across the radio net, * KEEP IT TOGETHER!* The commander sounds like he knows what’s going on, but none of us do. Not even him.* We can’t! There’s too friggin mssshshhhshssssssss* One more IFF signal fades off my scope. Only seven left. Seven out of a full platoon of the most advanced armament this world has seen, ‘till now. * There is a lull. Form up Lads… FIRE!!* Crack, BOOM! The valley resonates with the voices of angry gods bellowing in rage and defiance. * AGAIN!* Once more we seven shake the earth, in the waning hope that we will make it. They, what ever “they” are, close in faster now. We blow holes in their ranks big enough for even the commanders’ ego to fit through. But still they come. Acquire… Fire, acquire… fire. For each wave we push back, I lose one more IFF blip. No time for talking any more, barely any time to think. Just acquire… fire, crack, BOOM! It’s just me and the commander now. He tries to pull a rousing speech about “Hold the line, don’t fall back!” I tell him to find the most direct route to Hell as I “Tactically Regroup” to a rock outcropping in the valley wall. The commander starts ranting, so I turn off my radio. Well I thought I did, but the sudden burst of static lets me know I am now alone. Heh, how can you be alone with all these things around? I drop into a routine. Acquire… Fire, acquire… fire. Crack, BOOM! Crack, BOOM! I can tell how bad my suit is, I don’t need to hear “Warning this”, “Overheat that”, so I shut off the computers voice. And back to the routine; Crack, BOOM! I… I… I can’t believe it! It looks like its working! They are holding off, falling back! I must press on now! Acquire… Fire, acquire… F...BEEP! What the hell? Acquire… BEEP! “VOICE ON!” I shout. “Warning! Ammo Count Zero!” “Warning! Ammo Count Zero!” Oh god, no…
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