Home Page âş Forums âş Fiction Writing âş General Writing Discussions âş Post Your Writing Dare Results Here!
- This topic has 25 replies, 12 voices, and was last updated 7 years, 2 months ago by Snapper.
-
AuthorPosts
-
June 20, 2016 at 3:46 pm #14247
If you signed up for a writing dare (https://kingdompen.org/forums/topic/writing-dares/#post-14246), you can post it here, if you want to. đ
August 21, 2016 at 4:08 pm #15990Anonymous- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1486
I was dared by @gretald over at the writing dares thread to write from the perspective of a two-month old baby who is faced with a terrible decision. For some reason I thought I was to write from the perspective of a two-month old who was faced with a terrible problem, not a decision. So I only wrote half the dare. Whoops.
Anyway, hereâs my short story. Thank you Greta for the dare and I hope you guys like it!
Eli and the shinyâThere you go my wittle Eli.â
I grin and coo as my mommy lays me on my belly atop a square patch of blanket. I set my chin down on the softness. My head is sooo heavy.
A sound rings out from another room.
âIâll be back, Eli.â Mommy turns away.
âEh?â Where is she goâŚ.
Look at that!
A small something lays in front of me. Itâs round and shiny. I want it.
But how am I going to get it? I tilt my head to the side and look at my arm. I had used it before. But I donât want to just touch the shiny. I want to eat it.
How can I bring it to me?
I turn my head back and stare at the shiny. My eyelids start to droop. Maybe I have time for a nap beforeâŚ.
No! I want the shiny thing. I blink. It is still there, sparkling.
I raise my head and reach for it.
Wait a moment; when did that happen?
At the end of my arms something moves! They are chubby and small, the same light color as my arms. I close one. Then I open it. Amazing! I donât remember having these. I open and close them again and again. They are so cool! I shall call them grabbers.
I pull my attention back to the shiny. My head is getting heavy again, so I give it a rest. After a moment I take a deep breath and lift my head again, reaching for the shiny. I am almost there. I can almost touch it.
But Iâm too far away. I drop my head, arm still outstretched, and glare at the thing. I want to eat it! Then something enters my line of sight that makes my mouth drop. What is that?
The thing is furry and is slinking its way toward me on four legs. It glances at the shiny thing.
âMeow.â It says. It wants it too.
But I want it more.
âAwah!â I tell it to back off.
The meow ignores me, coming closer to my shiny.
I lift my head and push myself forward with all my strength. I almost have it, but so does the meow.
We reach for it, the meow with one of its four legs, me with my grabbers. I can see the black slits of my enemies eyes, can see its pink nose twitch.
âAHH!â with a massive lunge I grab the shiny and collapse.
The meow hisses and runs away.
Ha ha, take that meow! I glance at the door to make sure I am alone, then bring the shiny to my mouth.
âEli, what do you have?â
I am suddenly lifted into the air and cradled in my mommyâs arms. Her head is big. Does she have trouble holding it up?
âOh, Eli, you found my ring!â
I watch, helpless, as mommy pries the shiny out of my grabbers. But it is mine! I open my mouth to protestâŚ..
What is that?
Another shiny dangles from mommyâs ear. I want it.
I want to eat it.August 22, 2016 at 8:20 pm #16007This is so cute, Gabrielle! The ending is so funny. Great job. đ
- This reply was modified 7 years, 7 months ago by Sarah Hoven.
August 23, 2016 at 2:56 pm #16044Anonymous- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1486
@sarah-h Thanks đ
August 23, 2016 at 5:40 pm #16057August 25, 2016 at 8:38 pm #16163Anonymous- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1486
Thanks @Gretald! yea I like that part too. đ
August 26, 2016 at 1:26 am #16179@winter-rose This is supremely adorable and hilarious, Gabrielle! You did a speculator job of writing from an infantâs perspective. ????
November 17, 2016 at 2:47 pm #21226So I did a few writing dares⌠like, 4. So I think Iâll post them in a few different posts.
@dragon-snapper Here is what came to mind about a dog who only eats lemon chicken and drinks sweet tea.âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
Of course I know that. I delight in it.
My human glares down at me, as if he knows what Iâm thinking.
I smile up at him, panting, and hang my tongue out of my mouth in an attempt to get him to lighten up.
He doesnât. Humans are so hard to understand.
âIf you just ate what normal dogs do, I wouldnât have to go the store every other day to get your food. Dogs donât even eat meat. Wolves eat meat.â
I gasp, offended. My great-aunt on my motherâs side was a wolf.
âAnd what kind of dog drinks tea? I donât even drink tea! Are you British or something?â
It is at times like these that I wish I could talk to him, but then I always end up realizing that it would be useless.
He sinks onto the couch, with his head in his hands. No matter what he does, he knows heâs stuck with me. He is well off, though, if his biggest problem is that his dog only eats lemon chicken and drinks sweet tea.
I nudge his leg with my head. Iâm still faithful, at least in practice.
He glumly walks over to his bags, dumps some chicken in my bowl, and grabs a box from it, heading for the kitchen.
I can smell the lovely scent of the lemony meat before I sink my teeth into it. I spill meat on the floor as I eat. Whoops.
I lick it up before he comes back with my tea. Canât have him making me eat outside.
My slave walks into the room and places my drink next to the chicken. I lap at the tea contentedly. Mmmm. Just enough sugar.
Oh, yes. This is the life.Read to explore worlds, write to create them.
November 17, 2016 at 2:52 pm #21227@hannah-krynicki Here is the one I wrote from your dare about from the perspective of a computer when an author kills off a character. đ
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her fingers pound down on me as ideas pound into her brain.
I donât mind, though.
Itâs what I was made for.
I look at her as the words appear on me.
Such painful words.
Death.
A tear escapes from her eye, barely missing me, as she types.
A scream.
I stop watching the girl in front of me.
Oh no.
The characters.
They feel it.
I feel it.
I see the sword as it stabs her; I bleed red ink as she screams.
I watch her friend run to catch her; I feel his heart rip in two.
A person is dying inside of me.
I donât know what to do.
I donât know what I can do.
I canât hug them, I canât pat their hair, I canât tell them that itâs going to be all right.
Because itâs not.
Fictional characters exist.
They exist in me.
I carry them, I attach myself to them.
And then they die.
It is an anguishing job, being a computer.
An idea.
Computers donât often get those.
I shut down suddenly.
My eyes close, but I can hear the frantic whispering of the girl in front of me as she tries to get me to open again.
I fancy my smile is evil as I start updating.
Huffing, she stomps downstairs, likely for a snack.
When she returns, I blink my eyes open at her.
She types in her password.
Her face goes pale. I grin at her.
She didnât save the document.
The hole in my heart is resealed.
A figure in me smiles up.
Thank you.The others are coming later đ
- This reply was modified 7 years, 4 months ago by SleepwalkingMK.
Read to explore worlds, write to create them.
November 17, 2016 at 3:00 pm #21231@sleepwalkingmk I love it! It was surprisingly sad, but then you made it all right in the end. đ
January 8, 2017 at 3:09 pm #23920Write about why a giraffe is tied to your kitchen table right now.
âMOM!â
I jumped out of the chair and rushed into the kitchen. Sheâd chopped her hand offâŚhadnât she.
âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â
Well, there was no blood, so that was good. But something else was bad. âWhy is there a giraffe tied to our kitchen table?â
I held my hand to my heart and paused before I answered. But it was an excellent question. âUmâŚI donât know.â This seemed like the work of my son. âCould you go get your brother?â
Kassie shrugged and walked out of the kitchen. I glanced at theâŚgiraffe. Why it was this way, I did not know. Itâs stilt-like legs here zip-tied to the stands of the table and its poor head craned up to the ceiling and back to the floor. I began working on those knots, but then Kassie returned with my eldest: Carson.
âWhat is this?â I asked, pointing my thumb at the poor creature in my kitchen.
âA giraffe,â the fourteen-year old flipped back his way-too-long-but-I-donât-care haircut. âWell, donât untie it!â he shrieked.
âAnd why not, Mr. In Charge?â
âBecause, itâs a special giraffe.â
âLooks like any normal giraffe too me, and if you donât start working on a logical explanation then be as spotted as he is,â I threatened. Heâd better get on with it.
âSpecial as in, heâs the tallest giraffe ever. And heâs mine. At twenty and a half feet tall, heâs six inches taller than George, the tallest recorded giraffe.â For some reason, he thought this significant. It wasnât
âThis is my house,â I reminded him. âAnything in my house is mine. So the giraffe is mine.â
âBut I found it!â
âThere are no giraffeâs in the US except in zoos.â
âI found it at the zoo.â
âWhat?! You stole it?â That went too far. Heâd resorted to felony for this trick. Certainly was helpful that his father was a cop. âGo to your room.â
âBut MoooommâŚ.â
âGO!â
The teen stomped up the stairs. I belatedly sat at the computer and searched: HOW MUCH MONEY FOR FINDER OF WORLDS TALLEST GIRAFFE? Of course, I was just curious.- This reply was modified 7 years, 2 months ago by Snapper.
â â â ENFP â â â
January 8, 2017 at 3:15 pm #23922@Dragon-Snapper Thatâs hilarious! Sheâs âjust curiousâ, of course. Good to know your writerâs block has passed, or whatever it was. *awkwardly pats your head while trying to avoid getting melted*
INTJ â¸Your friendly neighborhood mastermind. â¸https://thesarcasticelf.wordpress.com/
January 8, 2017 at 3:17 pm #23925@ethryndal Ah? Style block? I donât know what it is, but Iâm glad itâs passing. I have a lot of writing dares to doâŚso youâll be seeing more. đ
*snaps at you but does not melt you*â â â ENFP â â â
January 8, 2017 at 3:21 pm #23926@dragon-snapper
Haha, I love it! So hilarious. The last line is just perfect. âJust curiousâŚâ XDJanuary 8, 2017 at 3:22 pm #23927@Dragon-Snapper *jumps quickly out of the way and shields face with a pillow* Style block. Thatâs good. Congratulations, Professor Higgins, youâve just invented a new writing term!
INTJ â¸Your friendly neighborhood mastermind. â¸https://thesarcasticelf.wordpress.com/
-
AuthorPosts
- You must be logged in to reply to this topic.