Story Time

[VynFyre]

On a table an ancient book lays open fresh with adventure its enchantment allows to record the words of every story teller in the land. It was last owned by a vigorous boy who loved adventure, but it was returned to the boy's true home after his unfortuanate death. The book is loyal so it will continue for every to record the stories of its time, in honor of its former owner. So come one and all and share the tales of fantasy and adventure, love and hate, horror and peace, fact or fiction. The book is waiting to hear your every word.

[VynFyre]

Kyt has white hair, green eyes, and though is appearance leads you to believe he is just an ordinary boy with white hair, he isnt ordinary, not at all. He can take the form of a daddy long leg.

Kyt is loved by all the children in the village called Kaetso because he is fun and plays games with them. They also think the tricks he plays on the adults are very funny. However one man who was cranky and hated everything he saw hated Kyt the most. So that man gathered all the adults in the village and turned them against Kyt, they all thought Kyt was nice, but the cranky old man said he was actually an evil boy who planned on taking over the village. With that it was announced that Kyt would be hanged. They all went and surrounded the hut that Kyt lived in and took him captive, they strung a rope arounf the tallest tree and tried to hang him, but he turned into a daddy-long leg and escaped up the tree. All the children followed him up into the very tops of the tree. But the cranky old man threw stones at them and squashed Kyt. All the children in the trees began to cry and cry harder and harder. They were so high up that the villagers thought it was raining, the children never came down and everytime a daddy-long leg was killed, they cried again. That is why when ever you kill a daddy-long leg it tends to rain.

[veela]

I posted this for a contest on TP and I'm really proud of it since I'm usually not much of a writer.

Imagine if you will, that you are on vacation and you have been relaxing on a sunny, bikini populated beach. You've been ordering drinks while also keeping very hydrated by bottles of water you brought with you in your cooler. As you sit in your beach chair, sun beating down on you, with your legs in the water, you can feel the relaxation sinking in.

Before going back to your hotel, you decide to stop off at a Food Lion grocery store. It is the largest Food Lion in the tri-state area so you expect that there will be no trouble finding exactly what you need. You have never been there before so it takes a while to weave through the maze of aisles to somewhere toward the middle of the store for your first item.

Suddenly, as you pass the water refilling station, it hits you. The immense pressure that has been building in your belly all day has suddenly been called to your attention.

You start to waddle/run toward the edge of the store in search of a place to relieve yourself. The pressure builds up to pain, and an image of that scene in Alien flashes through your mind as you picture a slimy, squirming extraterrestrial bursting from your abdomen. You finally reach the outer wall of the store but there is no sign of a restroom. You make way through what seems to be crowds of slow-moving elderly ladies that are carefully price shopping through the myriad of various canned vegetable brands. As you round the corner there is still no sign of little male and female silhouettes. You hobble through the freezer section; which momentarily dulls the pain yet makes you more miserable. As you approach the next corner, you can hear the faint but promising sound of someone at a drinking fountain. You make the turn and there it is! A large, blue-arrowed sign reading: RESTROOMS. Salvation at last! You hurry toward the side hallway, quickly note the human symbol lacking the triangular skirt, and go for the door.

It's locked.

You take another glance at the sign to make sure you are at the right door, then lean in to listen closely. At first you hear nothing but then...yes! The flush of a toilet echoes from within. You finally hear the following sound of water streaming from a faucet. This torture almost makes you go right there in the middle of the hallway. You pull away from the door and start to softly hum a song to keep distracted.

After getting halfway through Bohemian Rhapsody, the door finally opens. You brush past the well dressed, middle-aged man into the bathroom. The door isn't even closed behind you before you start opening your fly. You leap in front of the gleaming white toilet.

Bliss.

The pure ecstasy and joy experienced at this very moment comes to about as close as you can get to how I would feel to be the recipient of your gift - of silvery slippers on my feet.

[VynFyre]

brilliant i love it, veela. i hope more people share there stories of the century, make history people, you only have one life living it to the fullest and making history with it is what you were meant to do with your life.

[Irishman]

I would na' mind, postin'. I jus' happen ta like me words not bein' printed under anothers name. If'n we could but be assured that no-one else was ta' profit off of our ideas, p'haps then others would feel free ta spake their minds.

I don' mind tellin' tha I 'ave quite a few tales tha' I 'ave posted here and there, that are already copyrighted under me own name.So's ta keep me safe from those who steal ideas without 'aving ta create on their own.