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I’m going to do something similar to Rochellaine’s Comical Poem topic. I’m going to start us off with the few paragraphs of a story, and then I’m going to tag other Kapeefers for them to keep it going!
So to give a small example, I’d say “One day, Tommy was walking down the street and he saw a puppy.” And then I’d tag someone and they’d come up with a response. “So he took it home and milked it to get ice cream…” and then THEY would tag someone ELSE… I think you get the idea. 😉
Just one rule: Don’t start a new story after mine right now. Not until mine have wrapped up. I’m not sure how this is going to work, and it might get confusing. We’ll see how it goes.
I’m going to start two different stories so I can tag two different people. Just be sure to make it clear which story is which…
STORY #1
Victor took a deep, refreshing breath of the cool air of the Pathless Forest. His eyes were wide in wonder as he listened to the strange and exotic migratory birds trilling and cooing in the upper branches of the tall trees.
He had never walked through the Pathless Forest before. And he wondered why only a handful of others had done so before him.
There were no beasts to devour him, berries to poison him, or tribes to sacrifice him to some random demigod. So why? he’d often asked to himself, Is it forbidden to explore the Pathless Forest?!
The answer came when he heard a strange warbling noise coming from the heart of one of the old trees.
Tagging @jenwriter17. Go for it!
STORY #2
“Bessy! Bessy, come on, where are you?!”
Fourteen-year-old Freda groaned and rolled her eyes. This was… what, the fourth time today? …that her dimwitted sister Bessy, who was three years younger than Freda, had ran off into the caverns.
And it was always those caverns that were a pain to travel through: Low ceilings, small cold creeks that could soak one’s foot even with boots on, the occasional, eye-poking stalactite…
Freda howled and clutched her forehead when she came upon one of these stalactites. She screamed, “Bessy! You’d better be down there, because this is a pain!!”
She stood up and grunted in relief when she finally found a chamber with a high ceiling.
Why? Why must you keep running off, you little pain in the… She froze. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes nearly leaped out of their sockets.
There she was.
“Hi, Sis!” Bessy waved enthusiastically.
“Bessy! Wh-What IS that?!”
“Oh yeah, do you like my new creation?”
@sam-kowal Tell Stan to continue this one 😉Make your replies as interesting, as funny, or as heart-wrenching as you’d like! And don’t forget to tag someone to make the next part of the story! 😀
HAVE FUN!
You can pronounce it however you want.
@dekreel 😀 I like this idea
Here is Stan’s continuation…
Bessy smiled.
“Look what I made,” she said proudly, eyes glowing. “Don’t you like it?”
Freda took a step back.
“Bessy… what have you done?” she whispered. “What is that thing?”
Freda closed her eyes.
“It’s a thing I made out of rocks,” Bessy said. She shifted the terrible creation on her hip, like she was holding a baby. The thing twitched.
Freda opened her eyes again, hardly daring to look at what Bessy was clutching.
A twisted, rocky head. Eyes glowing red as coals. Claws hooked around Bessy’s shoulder, clutching her. Worst of all was the thing’s smile. It was made of indivdually carved stone teeth, not white like they should be but slate grey. The thing grinned at Freda.
“Bessy, put that thing down, now,” Freda trembled. She back away further from her sister. “NOW, Bessy! What is that thing?”
Bessy smiled and petted the monster. She followed Freda’s foosteps. “It’s just my creation,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’m thinking of a name for him right now.”
“Bessy!” Freda shouted, feeling panic bring sweat to her palms. “Bessy, put it down!”
The Thing smiled at Freda again, and held out a twisted rocky hand. Like it wanted a handshake.
Freda felt her chest grow tight. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t leave Bessy. She burst toward Bessy and scrabbled for the Thing. Her hands found rough stone, and Freda jerked the monster free of Bessy’s grip.
Bessy squealed, and the Thing crumbled. Fist-size stones and tiny pebbles fell through the air, smashing on the floor of the cave. One of them slammed Freda in the toe.
Bessy crossed her arms and glared. “What was that all about?” she pouted.
“Wh–What did you do, Bessy?” Freda shook, looking down at the pile of stones that a moment before had comprised the Thing.
“I made him,” Bessy said sweetly. “Like we used to make baby dolls out of corn cobs. Look, it’s easy.” She crouched on the floor of the cave and began piling the stones back together, stacking them in a humanoid pattern.
Freda grabbed Bessy’s hand and yanked her upright. “No,” she said. “Bessy, no. We need to get away from here. You need to stop that.”
She pulled Bessy away from the stone heap and across the dim cave. “Where did you last see Mom and Dad?” she asked. “We need to get back to them. Right away.”
Bessy played with her hair absentmindedly. “I think they were back near the entrance,” she said. “But c’mon, Freda. Dad said we could explore.”
Freda tightened her grip on Bessy’s arm, guiding her into the shadows of another passage. “I think we need to go back,” she told Bessy. “Right away.”
Bessy reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of stones. “Okay,” she said. “Whatever.”
She began fiddling with the stones.
Freda glanced at what she was doing with them.
A roughly formed stone puppy began to climb up the side of Bessy’s arm.
Tagging @supermonkey42 to keep it going…
*Giarstanornarak tries to melt chair*
Also, Daeus has 22 turtles in his signature.@sam-kowal Wow. Stan’s quite the storyteller. 😀
Part 3 of Story #2:
Freda froze. Again. The stone puppy’s outline gradually solidified, like a camera coming into focus. Its glowing red eyes flickered on slowly, and then it raised its head and looked Freda in the eyes. Then it jumped.
Freda panicked. She looked around for something to defend herself with, but the rough rock floor was relatively clean. She backed away, hands sliding along the cool wall. Her heartbeat grew louder and louder in her ears, and her vision started blurring as her mind spun.
Somehow, amidst the many thoughts flowing through her mind, forming a whirlpool of mental activity, one floated to the surface and stayed there, calling for her attention. She focused on it, and it flooded her mind with a single thought: Use it.
Suddenly, Freda knew what to do. She reached back in to her brain, watching the mental maelstrom. A now-familiar barrier, transparent yet completely tangible, lay between her and the water. The waves crashed against it, but they did not penetrate. Freda reached down and touched it. It flexed, like it had the few previous times she had encountered it, yet it did not break. A sense of an incomprehensible power flooded her senses, and she pushed harder. It stood firm.
Freda was aware that she had backed into a corner and that the stone creature was drawing near, yet she did not see these things with her eyes. Desperate, she pushed harder on the barrier, willing it to give up some of the power she sensed.
It broke.
Freda screamed as a bright flash filled the cavern and she flew back, hitting the wall with a sharp crack. When her ears stopped ringing, she was aware of a dull rumble echoing through the cave. She opened her eyes tentatively, then jerked herself upright.
The cave was gone.
To be more precise, the cave was still there, but it was no longer a small passageway. A huge, cylindrical gap now surrounded her, like a blast crater but only extending horizontally, not vertically. Boulders and rocks littered the floor, but they were only at the edges of the cavern. The floor near her was clean.
Freda stood up and scanned the new cavern. The stone puppy with the glowing eyes was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, she was filled with an overwhelming sense of relief, so overwhelming that her eyes filled with tears. A couple rolled down her cheeks. Her only thought was to find her parents. They would know what was going on. They could make everything right.
So she ran. Freda ran through the cave system, passing through chamber after chamber but not seeing them. Eventually, Freda noticed that her feet had stopped moving. She looked up and, after wiping her eyes, found that she was in the entrance cavern. Voices came from across the cavern: her parents.
Freda ran towards them. They were in a darker part of the cavern, examining some stalactites. She stumbled over the uneven floor, causing her to slow to a walk. Her parents noticed her approach and turned.
For exactly three-tenths of a second, Freda felt that everything would be alright. Then she noticed that her mom was stroking something at her side.
Something made of stone.
Something with two glowing coal-red eyes.
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Okay…I might have gone a bit overboard with that. 😀
I tag @rochellaine to write the next part….
A Kapeefer for life!
Compendium of KP Literature: kapeeferliterature.wordpress.com@supermonkey42 I’m probably one of the best people to tag if you think you got too intense. 😀 Has anyone ever told you I don’t write fantasy?
Part 4 of Story #2
“No.” Freda heard rough breathing, and looked around wildly before realizing it was her own. She focused back on her parents. “No! No, Mom. Please don’t!”
“But honey,” her mother smiled gently, “Look at the little thing. It loves us.”
Involuntarily Freda dropped her eyes down to the stone puppy. Its eyes flared and she felt the breath leave her body. Black dots appeared before her eyes and her joints became loose. Focusing her thoughts, Freda was able to lock her knees to keep herself from falling.
When she looked back up at her mother she groaned at the smile plastered on her face as the puppy crawled up to her shoulder. “Mom! Don’t let it do that!” she shrieked. “Why, dear?” her mother glanced toward her for a moment before cooing adoringly into the glowing eyes of the puppy.
“What a nightmare!” Freda whispered. She took a tentative step forward, but as soon as she did the horrid figure turned the bright red of its eyes toward her and she felt them burning into her mind. “How can I explain to Mom what it’s doing to her?” she wondered, exerting all her will to break from the puppy’s gaze. It was no use. As soon as she had looked away, the fierce lumps of coal drew her back. “Nightmare?” she wildly thought as the puppy jumped from her mother’s arms and began advancing toward her. She stepped backward and shrieked, “Daddy! Daddy, why won’t you stop it?” She never heard her father’s answer, because there was a bright flurry of red light and then the horrid feeling of stone biting into her skin before everything went black.
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Freda thrashed out with both her fists, fighting desperately, but a pair of strong arms caught her and held her tightly. “It’s okay, honey,” her mom spoke from the blackness. Freda realized that her eyes were still closed and she opened them to see her mother standing in front of her with a little wrinkle between her brows. Doctor Penton was there too, watching her intently.“You’ll have to do it again,” a harsh voice asserted from behind her. Freda turned to look, though she knew who it was. Mr. Shelind was frowning. “You didn’t get any closer than the last time.”
“Yes I did!” she glared at him with all the fierceness she could muster, “I remember saying ‘nightmare’” right before –”
“That’s the third time she’s blacked out!” Dr. Penton exclaimed. “You can’t keep doing this! There’s got to be another way to figure it out.”
Mr. Shelind strode over to the doctor and frowned down at the shorter man. “Are you really going to start that again?”
Dr. Penton glared back for a moment, then his shoulders slumped and he shook his head. “Freda,” he turned toward her, “he’s right. There’s nothing else we can do.”
“Why does the puppy keep attacking me?” Freda felt a shiver crawl up her spine before spreading to her shoulders.
“Are you still sure it’s attacking you?” her mother asked.
Freda jerked her head toward her mother, “Mom! If you could see it! It’s horrible! Ohhh,” she shuddered, “Just put the headset back on. I’ll figure it out if it kills me! Just – give me that!” she grabbed the headset from her father and thrust it back on her head.
“Freda,” her mother clutched her hand before the girl could close her eyes, “will you please try to learn if it’s actually attacking? Maybe it isn’t as bad as you picture it. After all, it’s just a nightmare.”
“Mom, this is way more than a nightmare.” The straps snapped into place under her chin and Freda closed her eyes, but she couldn’t get her mother’s words out of her head. Is it really attacking? Is it bad? Is it just a nightmare?
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“Bessy! Bessy! Come back! Where are you?”For the fifth time now, Freda was looking for her unfathomable little sister. “Not the caverns again!” she groaned. As she looked into the darkness two bright red coals glowed in the depths…
Sooo, that was longer than it should have been, but if it’s a story I participate in, I have to give a logical explanation for the horrific events described above. Sorry to anyone who’s disappointed in the break from the horror movie, but it’s a sci-fi story now! 😀
Tagging @seekjustice It’s your turn to continue this strangeness!
"Sylvester - Sylvester!"
@rochellaine Oh, yeah….Now that I think about it I remember hearing something about you not writing fantasy. Oh well. I think the twist you added works well. 😉 😀
A Kapeefer for life!
Compendium of KP Literature: kapeeferliterature.wordpress.com@dekreel ooh, this is such a good idea! here goes…..
The warbling got louder until he was afraid that maybe this forest wasn’t so good after all. He trembled and clutched his gnarled staff.
“W-who’s there?” he whispered. But he didn’t know if it was a ‘who’ or ‘what.’
The noise grew in volume until he was tempted to turn back and run. Go somewhere that was familiar, even if it was just the castle he served as the cook’s assistant. Anywhere sounded better than right there.
The noise ceased and Victor jumped as a fuzzy creature popped out of one of the trees. Where it came from, he did not know.
It looked at with with big dark eyes and cocked his head. Victory relaxed a little. It it was kinda cute. It was caramel brown, round, and soft looking. There was a dark stripe going from the top of his head to the tip of his tufted tail.
Victory set his staff in the grass and knelt. He reached out his hand toward the little creature, hoping it would’t bite.
It cocked its head the other way and purred, studying his finger.
But before Victory could pull away, it leaped at his hand with barred fangs and latched on. Victory slung his hand and the creature landed in the moss by the tree. It started that awful noise again, but Victor was looking at his hand. It swelled, and it was beginning to change colors. Purple, green, blue, red. What’s happening to me?
well, not sure how good that was, but I’m gonna tag @seekjustice (lemme know if you don’t wanna be tagged though)
I'm a Kapeefer 'TIL WE'RE OLD AND GREY!
www.jennaterese.comwhoopsy I didn’t see you were already tagged @seekjustice! tagging @rochellaine instead (lemme know if you don’t wanna be tagged or if you’re already tagged)
I'm a Kapeefer 'TIL WE'RE OLD AND GREY!
www.jennaterese.com@rochellaine @jenwriter17 I saw both your tags but I haven’t had time to do them, so I’m happy if someone else wants a go!
INFP Queen of the Kingdom commander of an army of origami cranes and a sabre from Babylon.
@rochellaine agh, didn’t see that you already did this!
has anyone tagged you @kaya-young ?
So sorry I didn’t mention that my part of the story was Story #1 part 2
I'm a Kapeefer 'TIL WE'RE OLD AND GREY!
www.jennaterese.com@jenwriter17 It’s fine. I’m sure both @seekjustice and I feel happy to know we’re liked well enough to be tagged twice each. 😀
Seekjustice, do you mean you can’t do it at all? If you’re just busy right now and can do it in a few days, we can wait for your installment. Only if you say you don’t want to ever do it will I tag someone else. 🙂 (You know how much I like your writing style.)
"Sylvester - Sylvester!"
Okay….I think this is #3 of story #1, so…
Well, thought Victor, frowning at his flashing rainbow hand. This is a setback. Maybe it explains why no one ever comes into the Pathless Forest and comes out again. He looked again at his rainbow hand, and then noticed with a mild curiosity that it had begun to creep up his arm. This concerned him slightly.
But there wasn’t a lot he could do about it, was there? I mean, I can hardly go back to the castle looking like this! The knights would laugh me out and there goes all chance of ever becoming something more than a kitchen boy.
But apart from the ferocious little caramel coloured monster, the Pathless Forest still hadn’t lived up to it’s reputation, so maybe things weren’t so bad here after all. And he was feeling sort of sleepy too. Victor gave a little sigh, leant his staff against a thick oak tree, and then slid down and rested his head against the rough bark. A good snooze was sure to put his misbehaving skin to rights…
He woke up, not quite sure of himself. Where was he again? Why did he feel so funny? And…flighty? Yes, he definitely felt flighty. He sat up, blinking his eyes rapidly, realising that a deep twilight was falling quickly over the forest, he remembered the castle. Well, rainbow skin or no rainbow skin, he had better be getting back, he’d had quite enough adventure for one day. Adventures are not my kettle of tea, he decided, as he leant forward and reached for his staff.
his fingers wouldn’t go around it. That’s odd. he frowned deeply, and then he realised that his staff, which had previously been too small for him, now towered above him like a castle turret.
What. On. Earth? Victor blinked and then he glanced at his hand. Instead of skin and dirty fingernails, he saw…a wing? Drat it! I’m a bird.
Bother! This was a setback.
Okay, that was weird. Who wishes to continue the weirdness? @catwing you see just the right candidate!
INFP Queen of the Kingdom commander of an army of origami cranes and a sabre from Babylon.
Okay, since Seekjustice did Jen’s tag instead of mine, I’ll tag @kaya-young to write the fifth part of story #2
"Sylvester - Sylvester!"
The Pathless forest
I agree with @seekjustice . I see just the right candidate. *looks into mirror* *nods* Me! *grins*
Though I wonder if I’ll get carried away… :3Story #1 part #4
Victor looked down at his new tawny chest feathers. Focusing on his chest he tried to fluff and slick his feathers. After a few minutes he got the hang of it. He spread out his wings and shifted them back and forth. As awful as this change was he couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. It was starting to not feel so weird now. Besides he had beautiful plumage.
He jumped to his feet and toppled over. His knees were bent backwards. I really am a bird. Slowly bending his knees, he took this try more slowly. I did it!
Foliage cracked in front of him. The fuzzy caramel creature with the stripe was starring right at him. When Victor had been human it had seemed cute, with it’s rounded-ness, fluff, moist eyes, and small size. Now it was a little bigger than him. It was then he realized how incredibly small he really was. It made the warbling sound again. But this time he understood.“Now that you’ve adjusted to your new body, I feel like I should introduce myself.” Here the creature grinned. It’s fangs making him feel like mouse under a cat’s paw. Instinctively his feathers slicked making him as small as possible. “I am Graenw.” It’s eyes sparkled.
Victor stood frozen to the spot.
“You’re supposed to say your name.” The creature blinked slowly at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I, I, I.” He felt himself shake. “You just turned me into a bird.” The words came out as chirps. But he understood them.
“Of course” Graenw cocked his head. “You asked to bond with me. I didn’t have a companion so I accepted your offer. Is that not why you are here? To adventure, explore, experience new things?”
“Bond? What?” Victor’s head was spinning. What have I gotten myself into? “How was I supposed to know I was bonding with you?”
“You have the smell of someone looking for adventure. I sensed you would be a nice fellow. Also you extended your hand.” Graenw showed it’s fangs they dripped a bit of leftover rainbow. “If someone wants to take care of one of us they extend their hand. Then if we accept, we inject them and they change into whatever creature they want to. It’s helpful for traveling or escaping.” It started purring again. “I can change you into something else if you like. Sometimes when you first try you just change into a random thing. I don’t have to bite you this time.”
This was too strange. Way too strange. He could be anything. “What are you?”
“I’m a Fluff Changling.” It wiggled it’s tar colored nose. “We need to have a companion to help us survive. That’s why we’re so rare. Lot’s of things want to eat us for various reasons. And the elements really don’t help at all. I need to stay fluffy.” For something that could turn you into anything Graenw seemed pretty vulnerable.
“So you can turn me into anything and I have to protect and take care of you.” This was insane. This forest was supposed to be hardly dangerous, it just keep amazing secrets of changlings giving you powers.
“Yes.” Graenw scratched it’s ear with it’s hind leg. It looked up. “Do you really not know this already? Surely if you journey into a place this dangerous you read up first.”
“Uh… No.” Victor shook his head. “What is dangerous about this place anyway.”
“The same as in your castle.” Graenw locked him in the eye. “Power hungry people. Except here they can be anything from a tick to a massive beast.”
I’ll stop there. *nervous laughter* That was long…………. I had soooooooo much fun with this one though.
Yes I maybe got carried away. 😛
Okay, @dragon-snapper you should have fun with this.IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!
On second thought compared to the other posts it isn’t too long. 😀
IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!
@catwing Ah, I knew the madder as the mad hatter Catwing could turn this crazy story into something even crazier!
INFP Queen of the Kingdom commander of an army of origami cranes and a sabre from Babylon.
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