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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #255 on: January 14, 2019, 10:09:50 PM »
Woo-hoo! to getting decent writing done, no matter what your pace.
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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #256 on: February 05, 2019, 07:35:04 AM »
For the few who like these, here's the next part of the Coin.

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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #257 on: February 19, 2019, 04:16:37 PM »
And here's the start of the next part of the Sword.

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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #258 on: February 19, 2019, 04:22:53 PM »
And here (much too soon, I know) is the next bit.

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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #259 on: February 20, 2019, 10:35:44 PM »
Well, here's the next bit.

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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #260 on: February 21, 2019, 09:57:04 PM »
Somebody asked for fan fic of one of my all-time favourite books, James Thurber's "The 13 Clocks" for the recent Chocolate Box gift exchange.  I had to oblige.
Spies Three, Two Soon to Be

Somebody else tickled my fancy with a prompt for a crossover of Hermione Granger & Ms Frizzle of the Magic School Bus!  I know, right?  They gave many options of how to play it, but you'll see which one I chose.
Hermione Prepares for Her New Assignment

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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #261 on: February 28, 2019, 02:44:13 PM »
Look look look!  I made a drawing of Tolkien's Goldberry for the Trick or Treat exchange, wherein she is singing a prayer, but I did not attempt to write this prayer.  Well.  The ever-delightful Róisín has obliged, and I think it well outstrips the illustration.

GOLDBERRY’S AUTUMN PRAYER

Gold and red the Autumn leaves
Drift on the flowing water.
Green and gold, the Willow weaves
Songs for the River-Daughter.

Gods of Water, Earth, and Sky,
Of life and death unending
Hear now this song I sing for you
Under the Willow bending.

The land prepares for Winter’s sleep.
Under a coat of snow
The roots will slumber, buried deep
The sleeping seeds below.

Dead leaves will rot and feed the soil.
In the warm dark beneath
The fungi and the earthworms toil
Shaping new life from death.

Over and over, so it goes:
Life, death, and life again.
Dead leaves and dung feed summer’s rose.
The death of grass feeds men.

Soon will my love come home and bring
A waterlily bloom
To keep all Winter while I sing
In my green and quiet room.

Reminding me of Summer’s glow
And Autumn’s rich decay,
Until Spring’s flowers burst through the snow.

Now my Autumn prayer I will pray.


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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #262 on: February 28, 2019, 06:38:49 PM »
Those are amazing, the both of you! I love them so much; you're both seriously talented.
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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #263 on: March 03, 2019, 04:42:53 PM »
* LooNEY_DAC sighs
Those are amazing, the both of you! I love them so much; you're both seriously talented.
Which is both true and my cue to lower the talent level in the thread with more of my stuff:
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #264 on: March 11, 2019, 07:33:02 AM »
And here's an end, sort of:
Chapter 7
Chapter 8

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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #265 on: March 24, 2019, 09:04:34 PM »
I attempted to write for a new fandom today, so have my first venture into the world of Marvel:

Spoiler: Hot Chocolate, a hurt/comfort-story • show

The latest battle had been hell. They had won, but half the team had been knocked out or injured. Tony worst of them, of course. Steve grabbed the handle of his bike harder. Tony always took stupid risks.
”Genious my ass”, Steve muttered through gritted teeth.
Hulk was carrying Tony as he jumped through the city towards their tower, Hawkeye was riding with Black Widow and Falcon and Thor was flying behind incase they had been followed. Steve landed first, put the bike away, and waited for the others to join him on the platform. The whole building shook when Hulk landed and Tony struggled free from his grip, landed on the floor with a bang and Steve swore he could hear a gasp over the radio. Tony got up before Steve managed to approach him, didn't even look at the others and immediately went inside, letting the suit fall off him as he walked. Steve glanced at Hulk, then followed Tony into the building.
”Hey, what happened out there today?”
”Miscalculation”, Tony's voice shivered. ”It won't happen again.”
Tony's whole body shivered and he was limping badly. Steve noticed he had his hand wrapped around his chest and when the suit covering his back fell off Steve could see his shirt was bloody.
”I'm going to...” Tony stumbled, hit the wall but immediately pushed himself off it. ”...going to fix some stuff.”
Steve walked faster, stopped infront of Tony and crossed his arms over his chest. He glared at the genious, but Tony wasn't looking at him. The others passed by them, disappeared into their rooms, and Tony tried to slip past Steve.
”You're not going anywhere, Stark.”
”You're not my dad.”
”No, but...”
”And you're not my boss either. It's my team.”
Tony was shivering harder, his clothes were wet and water was dripping from his hair onto his face.
”Did your suit leak?”
”I just need to upgrade it”, Tony made another attempt to slip past Steve. ”I have everything I need in my lab.”
Steve grabbed Tony and Tony winced.
”You're not going to the lab like that. How badly injured are you?”
”It's nothing. I'll do better next time.”
”There won't be a next time if I let you work yourself to death, Stark.”
”Stop calling me Stark!”
”You're this close to making me curse, Tony. Let me check your injuries!”
Tony tried to pull away and Steve answered with tightening his grip. Tony clenched his teeth.
”We need to get you out of these clothes.”
Tony didn't answer. No tongue-in-cheek remark about Steve coming on to him or anything. Out of everything that was what worried Steve the most. Tony's eyes fell close, he was starting to slip towards the floor and Steve shook him.
”Come on, before you faint again.”
”'m fine.”
”You are definately not fine, Tony”, Steve led Tony to the couch, forced him to sit down. ”I will take care of you if it so kill the both of us.”
”Good luck.”
Tony tried to chuckle, but coughed instead. Steve shook his head, pulled the shirt and pants of the genious billionare. His whole torso was covered in cuts and bruises and Steve wasn't sure he was knowledgeable enough to take care of them. He threw a blanket at Tony, but Tony started getting up again and the blanket fell to the floor.
”I don't have time for this. I have to... We need better equipment.”
”You and Falcon can invent some better equipment for us later”, Steve put his hands on Tony's shoulders and forced him back onto the couch. ”Now sit down. I'll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up.”
Tony leaned his head back, but Steve knew it was just a matter of time before he would try to get back up again.
”If I find you gone when I get back I will get Hulk to sit on you for the rest of the week.”
Tony groaned.
”Fine. You win”, he let out a sigh. ”I'll stay.”
Steve smiled, picked the blanket up again.
”You better, because I would need a whole lot of food to get Hulk to stay still for a whole week.”
He ruffled Tony's hair before wrapping the blanket around him.
”Just don't die before I'm done with the chocolate, okay?”
”Wouldn't dream of missing it.”
Tony's eyes closed and Steve shook his head before heading to the kitchen. He smiled as he took out what he needed for the chocolate. The latest battle had been hell, cold and wet, but the aftermath wasn't exactly as bad as he had first thought.
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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #266 on: March 24, 2019, 09:54:59 PM »
Windy, I love it! (Also, I totally guessed it would be Tony. I should have called it before reading it.)
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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #267 on: March 25, 2019, 09:17:17 AM »
*scoots in*
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Short version: If anyone here has watched/read One Piece, prepare for something set in that world, but not following the journey of canon. Kinda dark (in traditional One Piece style of horrifying backstories) and a great deal of gore, so fair warning.

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Eunice's Matches
« Reply #268 on: March 31, 2019, 11:38:35 PM »
Róisín talked me into posting one of my poems here.  She hasn't read it, just talked me into posting one.   So I gives it a shot.  :D

Eunice’s Matches 
Copyright April 2017

How does one choose to forgive
To shun the past, let others live?
To embrace life and heal the burn:
The things that make one's stomach turn.

Eunice had with time and fact
Tried to keep her mind intact.
Waken, dress, ignore the pain.
And then tomorrow, start again.

But Eunice was all torn inside.
A mental cloth where she could hide
Ripped and tattered, holes and chafe
That she would wear to keep her safe.

Those around her could not see
The things she hid, the terrors three.
For if she kept her face a mask
None would question; none would ask.

Three things did her torment make
And which at night kept her awake.
Abuse, harsh words, the cigarette burns
Were all how Eunice grew and learned.

Now on her desk she kept a box
Made with latches, closed with locks.
Containing little books of matches
She'd acquired in bits and snatches.

Taken here, pilfered there
Matches came from everywhere.
A tiny theft, never detected.
No one knew, no one suspected.

The box was there, like chair and door,
Decoration, nothing more.
As lamp or desk that she'd acquire
And which she'd bind with bits of wire.
Such could stay within her care
If no one knew that they were there.

The plans she kept inside her head
For none to find or fill with dread.
Each step engraved within her mind
To pay back evil deeds, in kind.
For every scar, for every burn
For every wicked, hateful turn.
A match for that.  A match for this.
A sudden spark, a warning hiss.

Eunice sought to quell her thoughts
To rid herself of what was wrought.
The flame would cleanse,
the flame would heal.
And make her past not really real.

She packed her plastic bag with matches.
Bottled fuel and box with latches.
The map well etched inside her mind,
She left her timid world behind.

The house now old, she knew so well
Where monsters live.  Where evils dwell.
She crept to door and windowsill.
Subduing sudden dread and chill.

The bottle corked now opened wide.
Eunice spread the fuel outside.
She spread it here, and there, and there
Where fluid fell, she did not care.

So when she lit the sudden flame
She did not need to strike again.
A spark, a rush, a gust of wind
The flame roared out and seared her skin.
The fire climbed with all its might
And filled the air with garish light.

Fire and flame could evils cease;
As tinder caught, they found release.
There was no chance for those inside
So trapped within, the monsters died.

Eunice watched the flames with glee.
For now she'd have no memory.
She'd show no scars and feel no pain.
They’d never bother her again.

Then as a grim smile crossed her face,
Her thoughts released-- her mind erased.

The people ran to find her there
With empty look and vacant stare.
For where there once was hidden pain
Was now all gone, no thought remained.

The memories' harsh, discordant choir
Had been removed by flame and fire.
There was no pain, nor truly peace.
All within had come to cease.
The mental cloth with rips and patches
All burned up with Eunice's matches.

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« Last Edit: March 31, 2019, 11:52:53 PM by Snoots Dwagon »
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Re: The Forum's Scriptorium
« Reply #269 on: March 31, 2019, 11:50:33 PM »
Wow! Dark and scary, but a well crafted horror story! Worth reading.
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