Since I always forget to give away my points, it is time for another point give away thread from me. The person that can come up with the most entertaining story by August 17th will get 7 points and then there will be a second place award of 3 points. You may enter multiple stories and they could be in written out/LOLcat/picture form. Your pick.

 

Have fun!

Once upon a time leelou was hungry.

 

 

She ate a salad which was healthy.

 

 

However, heart told her that was not enough.

 

 

She told her (or me, can't remember) to eat a sandwich.

 

 

However, Leelou faked eating the sandwich!

 

 

Heart gets mad at Leelou and makes her take a bath.

 

 

and then makes her eat a lot more

 

 

and now Leelou eats whatever Heart tells her to it. :) (or is she controlling heart?)

 

 

partly based off a true story, sorry if this is weird, I am very sleepy right now.

This is a story I've been working on for about a day or so now...

 

 

Capture by Rescue

Wind rustled through the tops of the brisk winter persimmon trees as Cere rushed into the forest. The partial sunlight that came drifting from the forest canopy gave the space a mysterious air. Spring was beginning to take hold of Winter and beat it back into submittance. The evidence of this was the flowers, which grew through the snow, disregarding the temperature. The assortment of unknown and known fungi, plants, and animals constantly threatened to wisp Cere away from the world he was rooted in and take him to a far, far off place. Here, he felt like a child again without all of the burdens of his heavy almost adult life. The ti and galaxa leaves along with many others created a landscape like none other. Flowers covered the area with a palette of color and the imagination of a toddler. The pure, complex innocence was embodied in this pure form of nature.

The scents from the flowers and other wildlife perfumed the air heavily. Scents of morning dew permeated the space in Cere’s nostrils. This along with the rich soil smell and flowers also took up space in his nose. Birds littered the trees and open air with dots of color. Their bright spectacle resembled a rainbow. But this rainbow had been broken apart and haphazardly reconstructed, creating a jagged edge to an otherwise elegant sight. Various trees barred Cere’s way; the comical circus tree and a lonely cypress were two of multitudes of skeletons of once beautiful trees. There were but a few that still retained any semblance of life. And these few trees carried needles and pines on their trees, as to ward off intruders.

He’d seen it, he knew that he had and was determined that this time they would believe him. As he rounded the animal-made path that he knew all too well, he paused, listening to the wind for any indicative noise, tremble, or vibration. Trying to make as minimal clamor as possible he stealthily moved through the thick, fresh layer of crisp white snow. Its beauty was only marred by the black snow. This smog pierced the beautiful scenery of the season with hatred. But, even in hope and desperation Cere took this as a sign. Again, he paused looking and listening for an indicator. Since he found none, Cere lost hope and began to trudge blindly into the black and white snows.

I knew it! They were right. I just can’t do anything right, thought Cere, maybe they weren’t wrong. What if… What if it was just a myth? Besides, what would a noble beast such as the stag have to do with me? Cere began to trudge through the snow, ignoring the painstakingly obvious indentions that he left in the snow. Cere fervently continued on in no obvious direction. He just wanted to get away. Far away from anyone and everyone because then he’d have to admit to his failure to procure the stag.

Without knowledge of his surroundings Cere walked through an archway. He simply ignored the warnings going off in his head; he kept on, wanting to be rid of the world. Then he stopped. After he caught his breath he finally took hold of his surroundings. He realized where he was. He was here at the Zoo. This was the place where monsters lived and breathed. But not any sort of monsters. These monstrous beings were human. And the exhibits in this “Zoo” where human too. The only animalistic creature was a Joedaile. A fatally poisonous frog or toad... This was still being debated, due to its slimy coating and warty bumpy skin. It was bright blue with impulses of electric yellow growing through it. It looked very out of place because it was content whilst everyone else was gaunt and haggard.

To fully gauge the situation Cere veered towards the cages. They were all organized in a prism type fashion, as far as Cere could see. They all had a bowl for water and food, just as animals would. There was a rubber toy in their “houses’ but other than that was an arid space about twelve paces wide that allowed for them to move, but no more.

Left, Right, Left, Right, forced Cere. He made himself press on. If only for informative purposes. He stopped at a nicer cage. It was housing an Arod child. He was a lackwit that began to beg and sob for the heat. Then, he began to growl and hiss at his imaginary opponents’ directions. Then he began to dance to an imaginary tune and then he was electrocuted and he lay still. He brushed the frost off of the name plate that was gilded with gold and copper as a representation of his race. It said Meod, son of Chiad, of the Arod. This is horrid. The worst form of cruelty and ….! Cere had trouble finding a word that could even begin to encompass the magnitude of the wretched treatment of humans.

With a more guarded expression and mind-frame Cere pressed on, ignoring the inner-torment that it was causing him. He stopped at a cage that looked vacant and wide open, but he then stopped to view the structure itself. And with a closer inspection, there was a fey and one bodhil. Encased in one cage! Together! This is incredulous! These two would tear each other from limb to limb! Now Cere began to fume in his own shell of pity for these trapped beings and spite and the most deep rooted hatred for those who’d caused this.

No, I will not be caged! With this selfish and self-preservative thought in mind Cere rushed through the gates of the Zoo, but paused and took control of himself. He stopped and watched because for some odd reason, no one was visiting this Zoo. So he swiveled around, absorbing his surroundings. He took in all of this because it could be used to further his cause. Attempting to take a mental image of everything he saw Cere quickened his pace, due to the noise he heard coming from somewhere near him.

He began to flee, but just as he was doing so he saw her. He saw his sister, Acantha. Her burgundy hair glimmered in her cage as she sat, shivering in the corner of her cell. Her eyes looked filled with a new found hatred for the world, and a knowledge that was uncanny for her young age of ten. She began to study him with resentment and her light brown skin shook with sadness and subdued rage. Her gaze pierced him accusingly for watching her and she began to scream as her tears were shocked from an electric impulse sent from somewhere within the cage.

Not being able to bear seeing his sister in pain, Cere began to chant in a haunting voice and then the guards came. The melodic and foreboding made the guards falter, but only for a second. Then the once trio broke formation and began to race towards Cere. Even as they saw the ground withering around him the blithering idiots didn’t stop. The little life that tried to leech off of the Winter snows and things dead beneath the ground was killed. Their lives paid for one that was much more important it seemed. Soon the troops too were in the circle of death that encased Cere protectively and they died. A jolting death that was garish, but necessary to feed the enchantment.

TkPwwh! Screeched the steel bars in her cage as they flew off of her exhibit. Acantha looked up, shocked and puzzled by the generosity shown by the stranger and she jumped right out of her cage and dashed off with him, following him to wherever he was taking her. But Cere realized – seconds before his downfall- that he hadn’t seen the towers that held the sentries and archers. Almost instantly Cere and Acantha were struck down. Cere’s last plea for help was a mental screech that arrested everyone’s conscious from miles around. Then the pretty little light that seemed ever so friendly knocked both Acantha and him into a dark and ominous trance, which would be their only placation in the times that followed…

 

 

 

 

The Price of Silence

 

I t was now officially Spring. The air teemed with new life even as that gave birth to even more life. Buds of assorted flowers, which were tinged with gold as they began to grow, were as plentiful as moths to light in the night or hairs to a lion. The air ad lost its crisp touch and was filled with a lighter newer tone and feel. Sort of like a velvet and lavender feel. Everything seemed and felt fine on the outside, but on the inside several of the Druids were scared out of their minds … Literally. Two of the Three Elders were even frowning, which was saying much coming from one of the Faceless Ones. From what Vidal had heard from the fleeting mind of his pet Raven, Korin, it seemed as if they were going to convene soon. This was cause for much speculation, for the Faceless Ones hadn’t come together all but four times in recent history and these all preluded ill-fates of some kind.

Vidal began to ponder upon the shriek that had occurred a whole moon ago. The cry was of despair, confusion, and lament for no one – not even the most wizened mind dwellers- could puzzle out the source of the outcry. Only Vidal had recognized the cry. Though it shocked him to the very core, he believed it to be his mentor, and lifelong – at least his life - friend, Cere. He could not be sure of the location due to the fact that barely a vestige of the memory remained with him. But he was sure that the identity of the screech was derived from Cere.

Even though the older Druid had set himself off on a mission to find one of the beasts of myth. And supposedly on of the four or five that was left alive. The Stag. This legend of legends and King of Myths was – not surprisingly – rumored about a little too often for Cere so he decided that he would go searching for the beast.

Lost in thought Vidal began to remember his lost and possibly endangered friend. While thinking of him a memory of one of their numerous conversations came to the forefront of Vidal’s mind … It had been a stormy day, which were favorites to only Vidal but Cere had come only to appease his younger friend.

Seemingly out of the blue because of their previous conversation about the Princess Leto, Vidar asked and interrupted Cere by doing so “Why have you dedicated yourself, your life (continue here)

As Vidal walked, being only accompanied by Korin and the wind he thought. More like hatched and incubated and idea as one would a chicken or other fowl and let it mature and develop.

What if I could rescue the stranger or Cere my means of an enchantment… Or even a simplistic mission. Perhaps…

Whilst he was still incubating the thought and weighing its potence Vidal stopped and took hold of his familiar surroundings. He knew that he was within the forests of Eailyia and then probably, with more specifications the third grotto.

The third grotto? Who or what lives here?! Vidal’s confusion came partly from the vast expanse of the forests. Sheltered within the forests of Eailyia were many wonders. Many known and others not as much. Groves of trees fifty spans wide could exist in a given area. There were crystal clear falls of water, in abundance and even a few caves. These usually housed the ‘hard flowers’ of many kinds. These were sacred places that few got to visit. Then there was the cove of the Elders and…

In total they were all around 150 miles wide by about 81 or 87 miles long … Or is it the other way around? Frustrated for not taking more heed for a happenstance such as this, Vidal walked up to an abandoned looking roost for either a large clan of faries or an abandoned watch tower, from the days of Swehter devoi Loias or the War of a thousand years…

As his thoughts continued to lose him within himself, the shallow and detailed level of concentration of Vidal’s thoughts collapsed as would a building without much support or a rotting oak tree. The concentration was obscured by the sudden flurry of motion from high above inside of the watchtower – that appeared to be made of a living giant sequoia tree. Just as the movement came Vidal was inspecting the area in which he was. There seemed to be tree stumps everywhere. Some were skinny but most where at the very least his size. Height and Width.

Observing his current predicament, Korin decided to assist with the scouting. While Vidal was searching for a possible passage or any way to breach the top of the massive structure Korin soared high.

The raven’s glossy black feathers and deep dark coloration made her a sight to see. Once Korin got to about halfway to the top she paused as if something had captured her attention. As Vidal had hypothesized, Korin had in fact seen something. That something was called a dragonfly. The black huntress chased, dodged, and shifted throughout the skies with a deadly grace. Eventually the tiny glimmer of a blue dragonfly winked out of existence as it was snapped up by the she-raven.

After witnessing the art of the hunt, Korin tried sharing with him the thrill of the hunt, but the medium from which it was conveyed was extremely poor, for even though her great grand sire had been the raven, one of the beasts that still occasionally visited them.

After Vidal had attempted to sort through the scattered impressions and pictures that Korin felt as she flew Vidal began to climb up the watchtower out of nothing more than intrigue. He scoped out some decent footholds and the climb began, simple as that. A few times he almost fell, but other than that he had a flawless climb to the top of the tree.

What he saw when he was up there was absolutely horrid. A deep rotting stench of dead putrid meat permeated the air. There were assorted rodent skeletons and two, no three human ones. Then there was still one decomposing but it was being eaten by a Vultri?

These things were supposed to be dead! The State exterminated those years ago! After a quick mental struggle Vidal concluded that, Well they apparently missed one. Precarious as the situation was Vidal’s bewilderment, curiosity and pure awe got the best of him even before his life began to form the words that came out jumbled, “Whoareyouandwhatareyoudoingalive?!”

It proceeded to gaze at him with intense curiosity and suspicion for after all Vidal was intruding upon what appeared to be her home. The disgusting creature had a hooked Toucan-like beak and wings tucked in on the back of it. The Vultri jerked her head and continued to peer at Vidal and only broke the silence to continue pecking at the skeleton in its hands.

Disgusted by the lack of conversation and overall appearance of the Vultri Vidal began the descent to the base of the tree, where the air would hopefully be more – in an instant Vidal’s chain of thought was broken as he was pushed out into the open air by her, the Vultri.

In the time that he was thinking and moving towards leaving the inhuman abomination had expanded its wings and flew directly behind Vidal and pushed him into hundreds of feet of wide open – smelly air.

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHA

 

 

There once was a small little penguin named Lynnifer.

 

This penguin lived in an igloo on the beach.

 

This beach was high up on an island's mountain.

 

One day, the mountain erupted in a plume of lava.

 

Lynnifer surfed the lava on the roof of her igloo.

 

Once the lava flow disappeared into the sea, Lynnifer returned to the beach.

 

Sitting on it was a pile of peaches.

 

 

can i tell you something funny that happened in Skyrim?

Um, sure?

the reason why you should check your gender regularly:

My High Elf ( who i thought was a male) had an interest in a character named Lydia for a short while . but then she joineda faction called the Companions and met Aela the Huntress. only realized i was playing as a female when i arrived at the altar.

awkward, to say the elast

the reason why you should check your gender regularly:

My High Elf ( who i thought was a male) had an interest in a character named Lydia for a short while . but then she joineda faction called the Companions and met Aela the Huntress. only realized i was playing as a female when i arrived at the altar.

awkward, to say the elast

 

:rofl:

*shares teh Spam love with Leelou's thread*

*continues balefiring Leelou's stress so she can sleep easier*

*tells story to Leelou to help her get to sleep*

*assures everyone the story he told wasn't a submission in this contest*

*tells story to Leelou to help her get to sleep*

 

*bumps up the chance for points*

Who is doing the best so far?

DO TELL

Who is doing the best so far?

 

You will find out on the 18th, but I'm enjoying all submissions thus far.

*bump*

best STORY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Must be something of yours to count.

Think the submissions are in!