Challenge: Write a story around the letter C.
Ink's story has been taken down for editing.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Captivating
Cassidy had lived in his basement for almost two years now. It was
almost always dark with the only light being the small lamp he gave her. Her
bed wasn’t really a bed, but it was better than sleeping on the damp ground.
Here she had spent two years of her life wondering why. Why had he chosen her?
Why did he bring her down here? But the most important question was: What was
he going to do with her? So far he had done nothing. He gave her food and
water, never touched her or hurt her. He never said anything to her no matter
how many times Cassidy had tried to talk to him. At first she hated the man for
bringing her down here. She had spun into a deep depression where she had just
wished he would kill her already. But then that led to another thought, the man
hadn’t killed her yet. He hadn’t hurt her, and he fed her a good amount every
day. It wasn’t the most delicious food in the world, but it was food. Cassidy
hated the man, but she was grateful that he was kinder than most.
Today was Cassidy’s eighteenth
birthday and she celebrated it by being thankful she had made it to her
eighteenth birthday at all. She lay on her small bed looking up at the dusty
floorboards where all the spiders seemed to dwell. She looked up and wondered
why none of the spiders ever seemed to come near her. Not one of them had ever
come close to her space before, as if they were afraid of her.
When she heard him unlocking the door, Cassidy sat up quickly. She could hear the wooden steps creak beneath the weight of his steps.
“Happy Birthday Cassidy.” The man spoke. It was the first thing she had ever heard him say. His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Cassidy sat in shock as the man came closer to her with a small gift wrapped in pink paper. Pink was Cassidy’s favorite color.
He handed her the small present, but Cassidy just stared down at it in her hands.
“Open it.” He said with a smile on his face. Cassidy’s stomach churned with uncertainty.
She slowly began to rip the pink paper. The man waited patiently with a look in his eyes similar to that of a proud parent. She ripped the rest of the pink paper to reveal a small white box. Her hands began to tremble as she opened it. Inside the box was a key. Cassidy looked up at the man in disbelief.
“You are free.” He said. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at. In her hands was the key to her freedom. So why did she feel so scared?
When she heard him unlocking the door, Cassidy sat up quickly. She could hear the wooden steps creak beneath the weight of his steps.
“Happy Birthday Cassidy.” The man spoke. It was the first thing she had ever heard him say. His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Cassidy sat in shock as the man came closer to her with a small gift wrapped in pink paper. Pink was Cassidy’s favorite color.
He handed her the small present, but Cassidy just stared down at it in her hands.
“Open it.” He said with a smile on his face. Cassidy’s stomach churned with uncertainty.
She slowly began to rip the pink paper. The man waited patiently with a look in his eyes similar to that of a proud parent. She ripped the rest of the pink paper to reveal a small white box. Her hands began to tremble as she opened it. Inside the box was a key. Cassidy looked up at the man in disbelief.
“You are free.” He said. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at. In her hands was the key to her freedom. So why did she feel so scared?
“This is trick. It has to be. After everything…and now you
just give me this key to leave? This has to be a trick. A cruel sick joke.” She
said beginning to cry. The man’s smile faded away, replaced with a frown.
“No Cassidy. This is no joke. You are free to go.” The man said. He held out his hand waiting for her to shake it, as if this whole thing were some kind of business deal. She stood up and looked the man in the eyes. His pupils were a deep dark brown with gold flecks dotting the iris. They were mesmerizing.
“Cassidy!” He turned away from her. “Please don’t.” He said. He walked up the stairs and left the door open. “Please leave.” He said. She was so confused and scared; she didn’t know what to do. But seeing that door open, with the bright light shining in, she knew what she would choose.
She ran up the stairs, past the man with gold eyes. She ran out the door and into the sun. It burned her eyes, but it warmed her skin. She ran as far away from that house as she could.
The key was still gripped tightly in her hand, an unanswered question that would burn in the back of her mind until the day she died. Why did he let her go? What was the purpose of keeping her there for two years?
“No Cassidy. This is no joke. You are free to go.” The man said. He held out his hand waiting for her to shake it, as if this whole thing were some kind of business deal. She stood up and looked the man in the eyes. His pupils were a deep dark brown with gold flecks dotting the iris. They were mesmerizing.
“Cassidy!” He turned away from her. “Please don’t.” He said. He walked up the stairs and left the door open. “Please leave.” He said. She was so confused and scared; she didn’t know what to do. But seeing that door open, with the bright light shining in, she knew what she would choose.
She ran up the stairs, past the man with gold eyes. She ran out the door and into the sun. It burned her eyes, but it warmed her skin. She ran as far away from that house as she could.
The key was still gripped tightly in her hand, an unanswered question that would burn in the back of her mind until the day she died. Why did he let her go? What was the purpose of keeping her there for two years?
Cassidy stopped in her tracks. She had just noticed the
world around her, and it was very different than how she remembered it. Houses
were crumpled and broken down, and everything was covered in ashes. The world
she had known was gone, everything was gone. Cassidy looked down at the key in
her hands. He had kept her captive to protect her from whatever happened to the
rest of the world. So many questions raced through her mind, but the one that
plagued she was the same was she had asked before. Why had he chosen her?
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Challenge #49
Evening everyone!
The Challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the letter C. You want to choose a word from the current letter of the alphabet that we are on and have your story revolve around that word. You may, if you'd like to, just have the current letter of the week integrated into your work repeatedly.
If you would like to show us your work regarding the letter C, please do! Just e-mail your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com for Fan Friday!
Big news will be coming up after the 50th Challenge! We hope it will turn out well, but you'll find out in a few weeks!
See you all on Wednesday!
The Challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the letter C. You want to choose a word from the current letter of the alphabet that we are on and have your story revolve around that word. You may, if you'd like to, just have the current letter of the week integrated into your work repeatedly.
If you would like to show us your work regarding the letter C, please do! Just e-mail your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com for Fan Friday!
Big news will be coming up after the 50th Challenge! We hope it will turn out well, but you'll find out in a few weeks!
See you all on Wednesday!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Bloody Battle
Benjamin
was seven years old when his father gave him the sword. His father had said “Son
you’ll fight three battles in your life with this blade. One of those battles
you will lose.” A year later his father had died and Benjamin realized that his
father had lost his own inner battle.
Now Benjamin was twenty years old and had already won two battles with the same blade his father had given him. He was a soldier in an army of rag tag rebels who planned to take down the King, who had been dead for almost three years now. Benjamin’s Sword was the only sword able to kill the Zombie King.
Now Benjamin was twenty years old and had already won two battles with the same blade his father had given him. He was a soldier in an army of rag tag rebels who planned to take down the King, who had been dead for almost three years now. Benjamin’s Sword was the only sword able to kill the Zombie King.
The Rebellion was gathered in the
court of the run down Kingdom. They readied their weapons for the oncoming attack.
Benjamin stood front and center and all the rebels looked up to him like his
was the leader of the group. They could hear the King’s undead army stirring in
castle ahead of them. Bridget, one of
the few girls in the rebellion, pushed her way to the front of the line.
“Benjamin Sir.” She said loudly, stepping closer to him.
“There’s not many of us Sir. The last battle wiped half of our men out. I don’t think we can win this one Sir.” She confessed. Benjamin turned to her with a sad look in his eyes.
“Bridget.” He said.
“Yes sir?” She asked.
“This is my third battle with this blade. I am not meant to win.” He said. Before Bridget could ask him what he meant by that, the King’s zombie soldiers bust through the iron gates. They charged ahead fast and unyielding. The Rebellion waited for Benjamin’s orders, their weapons ready.
“CHARGE!” Benjamin yelled with his sword high in his hand.
The Two armies blended together in a massacre of red. The number of fatalities on both sides began to grow. Benjamin slashed his way through the undead army. The zombies turned to ash at the mere scrape of his blade. He pushed his way through, ready to fight the Zombie King. Benjamin was ready to die. He had made it to the iron gates, killing every undead soldier that got in his way.
They tore at him with their broken blades, with their fingernails, and even with their teeth. But Benjamin fought his way through until he reached the throne.
The Zombie King sat idly in his chair made of gold thorns. A crown made of bones sat atop his head.
When Benjamin reached the King he held his blade high and yelled.
“Father, I will fight for you and this land. If this is to be my last battle with this blade, I will try my hardest to win!” Benjamin charged at the Zombie King who now wielded a giant battle Axe.
The two clashed together in a fight to the death. The King was faster than Benjamin, slicing into his arms and legs and chest. Benjamin had lost his left hand and the blood now poured onto the cold hard ground. But he did not stop, he kept fighting. Before the King could give the final blow to him, Benjamin pierced his blade up into the Zombie Kings skull. His axe cut Benjamin down, killing him instantly. But the blade had done its job, and the Zombie King was now permanently dead and so was his army. The Battle was over.
“Benjamin Sir.” She said loudly, stepping closer to him.
“There’s not many of us Sir. The last battle wiped half of our men out. I don’t think we can win this one Sir.” She confessed. Benjamin turned to her with a sad look in his eyes.
“Bridget.” He said.
“Yes sir?” She asked.
“This is my third battle with this blade. I am not meant to win.” He said. Before Bridget could ask him what he meant by that, the King’s zombie soldiers bust through the iron gates. They charged ahead fast and unyielding. The Rebellion waited for Benjamin’s orders, their weapons ready.
“CHARGE!” Benjamin yelled with his sword high in his hand.
The Two armies blended together in a massacre of red. The number of fatalities on both sides began to grow. Benjamin slashed his way through the undead army. The zombies turned to ash at the mere scrape of his blade. He pushed his way through, ready to fight the Zombie King. Benjamin was ready to die. He had made it to the iron gates, killing every undead soldier that got in his way.
They tore at him with their broken blades, with their fingernails, and even with their teeth. But Benjamin fought his way through until he reached the throne.
The Zombie King sat idly in his chair made of gold thorns. A crown made of bones sat atop his head.
When Benjamin reached the King he held his blade high and yelled.
“Father, I will fight for you and this land. If this is to be my last battle with this blade, I will try my hardest to win!” Benjamin charged at the Zombie King who now wielded a giant battle Axe.
The two clashed together in a fight to the death. The King was faster than Benjamin, slicing into his arms and legs and chest. Benjamin had lost his left hand and the blood now poured onto the cold hard ground. But he did not stop, he kept fighting. Before the King could give the final blow to him, Benjamin pierced his blade up into the Zombie Kings skull. His axe cut Benjamin down, killing him instantly. But the blade had done its job, and the Zombie King was now permanently dead and so was his army. The Battle was over.
Blind Freddie
“Blind Freddie even knows how stupid
that idea is!” Kelly shouted at Max, who had come up with the idea that jumping
off the roof with a cape would enable him to fly.
“If Superman can do it, so can I!”
Max shouted back, twisting the blue towel into a knot and adjusting it so that
it flapped behind him like a cape.
“You need wings! Blind Freddie
says!”
“Blind Freddie thinks that two plus
two equals seven. He doesn’t know anything! Silly Susan knows more than him!”
“Silly Susan thinks that it’s fun to
set things on fire. You should listen to Blind Freddie,” Kelly crossed her arms
and sat on the roof, criss-cross-apple-sauce style and huffed. Blind Freddie
and Silly Susan were the twins’ imaginary friends, and they always got into
trouble because of them.
Blind Freddie usually gave them the
wrong answers to questions and was a bumbling fool. Silly Susan always got them
into trouble when they were playing games because her games were always
dangerous and she couldn’t see how. Max and Kelly were always getting into
trouble because they didn’t know which of the two imaginary friends would give
them the best solution to their predicaments, but they knew that one of them
held the right answer and one of them held the wrong answer, the only problem
was guessing which one was which.
“I’m gonna fly away like Superman,
and become an imaginary friend, just like Blind Freddie and Silly Sally.” Max
shouted from the roof, looking out from the third story to the ocean ahead, and
leapt.
“Blind Freddie knew that was stupid!
He knew! Why didn’t he listen!” Kelly sobbed into her pillow and beat her small
fists into her mattress. Her brother’s funeral had been that morning and her
parents were trying to comfort her, but they didn’t know how. They knew that
the imaginary friends that the kids had were the problem, and had already
consulted some psychiatrists about what to do, but they blamed themselves more
than they blamed the children’s brains.
“Sweetie, it’s okay. Max is in a
better place,” Her mother spoke softly, sniffling and trying to sound so sure
of herself so that she could be the rock her daughter needed. Her father was
looking out the bedroom window, his eyes were raw from brushing aside his tears
before they could fall and he was using his wife as support as they stood in
the twins’ bedroom. He hadn’t looked at his son’s side of the room since they
decided what wood his coffin would be made of.
“The
name is Flying, Flying Max.” Her brother’s voice echoed in her head.
“My
brother’s name was Max,” She whispered in the dream.
“I
know. I’m friends with Blind Freddie and Silly Sally.”
“I hate them.”
“Why?”
“They were both stupid enough to think a person could
fly.”
“Blind
Freddie was right though. You do humans do need wings to fly. You know,
airplanes?” There was laughter in the voice, and Kelly woke up. She smiled,
laughed a bit at the joke, and cried herself back to sleep.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Challenge #48
Alright everyone!
The Challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the letter B. You want to choose a word from the current letter of the alphabet that we are on and have your story revolve around that word. You may, if you'd like to, just have the current letter of the week integrated into your work repeatedly.
If you would like to show us your work regarding the letter B, please do! Just e-mail your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com for Fan Friday!
See you all on Wednesday!
The Challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the letter B. You want to choose a word from the current letter of the alphabet that we are on and have your story revolve around that word. You may, if you'd like to, just have the current letter of the week integrated into your work repeatedly.
If you would like to show us your work regarding the letter B, please do! Just e-mail your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com for Fan Friday!
See you all on Wednesday!
Friday, October 18, 2013
Fan Friday
Anxiety
My heart starts to pound and my hands begin to sweat. My breathing becomes erratic and my mind races on and on. Knots begin to form in my stomach and I can feel the acid rising in my throat. Why does this keep happening? Breathe I tell myself...breathe normal, breathe normal, breathe normal! I look at them and my vision blurs for a minute. Stop! I scream to myself in my head. She loves me she's with me she'd never do anything with Hannah.
But they're always together it's always Hannah and Olivia this and Hannah and Olivia that. The way i see them look at each other or whispered conversations they have. Plus she's known Olivia longer and Olivia is so pretty and sweet and why wouldn't she like Olivia more.
"Cass...Cass...Cassadee baby are you ok?" Suddenly my eyes focus on her face infront of mine. She reached up to touch my check and her eyes filled with worry. "Babe you're soaked, let's get you home, you don't look so good."
Even an hour later after a shower my mind still hadn't slowed down. My nerves pulsed in my body like thousands of tiny spiders crawling under my skin. A noise from the kitchen made me jump and as a grabbed the bat from the hall closet my heart stopped a second. I felt like one of the girls from those horror movies, and as I turned the corner and tightened my grip on the bat I half expected to see Freddy Kruger or Jason Voorhees fighting over something to slaughter me with. However the face that met mine in terror was a face I knew well.
"Holy shit Cassadee what are you doing with that thing." Hannah gasped. Lowering the bat I took a deep breathe, my first in what seemed like five minutes. My lungs shook as the oxygen filled and emptied them.
"Sorry honey I thought you went to bed already." Olivia rounded the corner and took my face between her hands before bringing her lips to mine and kissing me softly.
"Why don't you go find something on tv and I'll finish the kettle corn." I nodded and shakily slid my hand down her side hoping she wouldn't feel the shake. Luckily I made it to the couch and turned on the tv before she said another word. "Babe don't we still have a CSI to watch?" I like all the CSIs so the thought of that, instead of spending ten minutes trying to find something we agree on, is like heaven. Finally with kettle corn on my lap and my girl at my side I feel my body start to calm down. However it doesn't last long...they are chasing a serial killer who is breaking into houses in the middle of the night. Slowly I feel my eyes start to wonder from one window to the others and to the door. A commercial comes and I stand up in what I thought was a normal way until Hannah asks what's wrong. Walking towards the door I answer over my shoulder.
"It's getting late so I'm gonna lock the door."
"Umm ok well I'm going to the bathroom if it comes back on before I get back pause it for me please." I turned and nodded after flipping both locks on the door. As soon as Hannah disappeared behind the brown door in the hallway I ran to the windows and locked them. Surly we would hear someone smash through a window right. Maybe I'll take the bat to bed with me tonight and the phone just in case. Then as if right on que my hands started up again. I tried to rub them on my pants but my eyes caught sight of a shadow through the window and I felt beads of sweat form on my forehead. I do not want to die tonight or anywhere close to tonight. Oh my god what about Hannah! As visions of some man climbing through the open bathroom window and taking Hannah by surprise formed in my mind my heart rate spiked. That sudden spike was not a good feeling let me tell you that. Because the next thing I know I hear Hannah yell my name and my head hit the kitchen tile. A second later (which according to Hannah was actually five minutes later) I woke up to Hannah on the phone frantically talking to what I could only assume was 911. After that night Hannah knew my secret. She was slightly pissed at me for not telling her about my anxiety but slowly she forgave me. As a sweet yet slightly annoying bonus, she never let me forget to take my pill again.
-Sadkatana
My heart starts to pound and my hands begin to sweat. My breathing becomes erratic and my mind races on and on. Knots begin to form in my stomach and I can feel the acid rising in my throat. Why does this keep happening? Breathe I tell myself...breathe normal, breathe normal, breathe normal! I look at them and my vision blurs for a minute. Stop! I scream to myself in my head. She loves me she's with me she'd never do anything with Hannah.
But they're always together it's always Hannah and Olivia this and Hannah and Olivia that. The way i see them look at each other or whispered conversations they have. Plus she's known Olivia longer and Olivia is so pretty and sweet and why wouldn't she like Olivia more.
"Cass...Cass...Cassadee baby are you ok?" Suddenly my eyes focus on her face infront of mine. She reached up to touch my check and her eyes filled with worry. "Babe you're soaked, let's get you home, you don't look so good."
Even an hour later after a shower my mind still hadn't slowed down. My nerves pulsed in my body like thousands of tiny spiders crawling under my skin. A noise from the kitchen made me jump and as a grabbed the bat from the hall closet my heart stopped a second. I felt like one of the girls from those horror movies, and as I turned the corner and tightened my grip on the bat I half expected to see Freddy Kruger or Jason Voorhees fighting over something to slaughter me with. However the face that met mine in terror was a face I knew well.
"Holy shit Cassadee what are you doing with that thing." Hannah gasped. Lowering the bat I took a deep breathe, my first in what seemed like five minutes. My lungs shook as the oxygen filled and emptied them.
"Sorry honey I thought you went to bed already." Olivia rounded the corner and took my face between her hands before bringing her lips to mine and kissing me softly.
"Why don't you go find something on tv and I'll finish the kettle corn." I nodded and shakily slid my hand down her side hoping she wouldn't feel the shake. Luckily I made it to the couch and turned on the tv before she said another word. "Babe don't we still have a CSI to watch?" I like all the CSIs so the thought of that, instead of spending ten minutes trying to find something we agree on, is like heaven. Finally with kettle corn on my lap and my girl at my side I feel my body start to calm down. However it doesn't last long...they are chasing a serial killer who is breaking into houses in the middle of the night. Slowly I feel my eyes start to wonder from one window to the others and to the door. A commercial comes and I stand up in what I thought was a normal way until Hannah asks what's wrong. Walking towards the door I answer over my shoulder.
"It's getting late so I'm gonna lock the door."
"Umm ok well I'm going to the bathroom if it comes back on before I get back pause it for me please." I turned and nodded after flipping both locks on the door. As soon as Hannah disappeared behind the brown door in the hallway I ran to the windows and locked them. Surly we would hear someone smash through a window right. Maybe I'll take the bat to bed with me tonight and the phone just in case. Then as if right on que my hands started up again. I tried to rub them on my pants but my eyes caught sight of a shadow through the window and I felt beads of sweat form on my forehead. I do not want to die tonight or anywhere close to tonight. Oh my god what about Hannah! As visions of some man climbing through the open bathroom window and taking Hannah by surprise formed in my mind my heart rate spiked. That sudden spike was not a good feeling let me tell you that. Because the next thing I know I hear Hannah yell my name and my head hit the kitchen tile. A second later (which according to Hannah was actually five minutes later) I woke up to Hannah on the phone frantically talking to what I could only assume was 911. After that night Hannah knew my secret. She was slightly pissed at me for not telling her about my anxiety but slowly she forgave me. As a sweet yet slightly annoying bonus, she never let me forget to take my pill again.
-Sadkatana
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Taken Down For Editing
challenge: write a story based on the letter A
Feather's story is taken down for editing
Feather's story is taken down for editing
Antedate
Before I was born, I had looked into
the black sea of space. I saw nothing, knew nothing, felt nothing. I was
floating and conscious of the depths of that darkness. I knew what was in the
dark, and I felt safe, comforted. I was blessed with that darkness that every
soul knows before they are born and after they die.
After I was born, I knew light, and
pain, and grief, and bliss. I saw what I learned were colors. I felt what I
learned was grass and cotton. I was a heavy burden on myself, others, and the
planet I lived on. I had weight, I had mass, I was one of many. I learned
things that others did not know, I experienced things that only few could experience,
and I swam in dismay at the fact that I was torn from home.
My first home, the home that I had
before I was born was where I wished to be. I wanted to go back, every day when
I learned that something new that another person did not know, I wanted to go
back to that place that everyone shared. I wanted to be one with everyone and
not have to feel the things that I felt after I was born. I wanted that comfort
that I received when the fire ball fell from the skies and the silver disk
entered the pitch. I wanted the comfort that the cold weeks gave, the comfort of
the warmth that the cold weeks forced me into that the hot weeks suffered me to
forgo.
I wanted to go home. I wanted to go
back to the black sea. And then I was there. I had been watching birds at the
park waddling across the crosswalk with the people, and I heard the explosion
before I saw it. I was jolted up from my seat, I looked behind me, and I saw a
tower of glass and metal falling towards me. I knew I would not be able to run
in any direction to escape, so I stood and watched. I waited. I embraced my
fate.
And then I was home. The black sea
enveloped me and I could breathe without needing naturally, like I couldn’t
hold my breath if I tried. I heard nothing, saw nothing, and I remembered
everything. And then I was sad, I wanted to go back to the world with the
lights and the people and the colors. I missed the people I had known and
wished that they were with me, but then I remembered that I had wanted this. I
had wanted to go to the time before I was born. I wanted to be here, and I was
no longer content with that decision.
I wished I had gone back and ran, I
wished I had tried to flee from that tower. I wished I had given more to the
life that I had lived in that world filled with things.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Challenge #47
Alright everyone, here comes the 26 weeks of Hell. No, seriously, it's time. It's time for the Alphabet Challenge!
This challenge was given to us by . . . I think . .. Angela Chan. At least I think it was her, if it wasn't her than who thought this would be a good idea? D;
Anyways, the next 26 weeks will be the Alphabet Challenge Weeks, and we will be going on a hiatus once we reach fifty stories (More on that when the time comes). But let's tell you about this week's letter shall we?
The Challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the letter A. Don't get it? Think of 'The Scarlet Letter' or 'Easy A'. You want to choose a word from the current letter of the alphabet that we are on and have your story revolve around that word. You may, if you'd like to, just have the current letter of the week integrated into your work repeatedly.
This is a tough challenge, but I know we can do this! Sure, we might fail horribly, like with the Dr. Suess Challenge, but at least we are growing!
If you would like to show us your work regarding the letter A, please do! Just e-mail your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com for Fan Friday!
See you all on Wednesday!
This challenge was given to us by . . . I think . .. Angela Chan. At least I think it was her, if it wasn't her than who thought this would be a good idea? D;
Anyways, the next 26 weeks will be the Alphabet Challenge Weeks, and we will be going on a hiatus once we reach fifty stories (More on that when the time comes). But let's tell you about this week's letter shall we?
The Challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the letter A. Don't get it? Think of 'The Scarlet Letter' or 'Easy A'. You want to choose a word from the current letter of the alphabet that we are on and have your story revolve around that word. You may, if you'd like to, just have the current letter of the week integrated into your work repeatedly.
This is a tough challenge, but I know we can do this! Sure, we might fail horribly, like with the Dr. Suess Challenge, but at least we are growing!
If you would like to show us your work regarding the letter A, please do! Just e-mail your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com for Fan Friday!
See you all on Wednesday!
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Taken down for editing
Challenge: Write a story based off of the sin of pride.
Ink's story has been taken down for editing.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Challenge #46
That's it!
After this week we are done with the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge! After this comes something even more disgusting!
Bout, for now, let me tell you about this week's challenge. The challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the sin of Pride:
"In almost every list, pride, is considered the original and most serious of the seven deadly sins, and the source of the others. It is identified as a desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to acknowledge the good work of others, and excessive love of self."
If you would like to join us for Fan Friday, please do! Submit your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com, and remember, you can submit anything as long as it was made with this challenge in mind!
See you all on Wednesday!
After this week we are done with the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge! After this comes something even more disgusting!
Bout, for now, let me tell you about this week's challenge. The challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the sin of Pride:
"In almost every list, pride, is considered the original and most serious of the seven deadly sins, and the source of the others. It is identified as a desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to acknowledge the good work of others, and excessive love of self."
If you would like to join us for Fan Friday, please do! Submit your work to us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com, and remember, you can submit anything as long as it was made with this challenge in mind!
See you all on Wednesday!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
A Choice Shadowed In Green
I’ve never had a name; I’ve always been a lonely nameless
creature that wanders the vast empty forest.
The one thing I do have is a mind like any other creature around me. I may look like the others, but I am far from what they are. But I want to be like you, a human being that stands strong. I want to be a human being that walks and talks and eats such delicious food. I want to be a human being that falls in love. What I would give to be a human, I would trade anything at all. That is, If I had something to trade in the first place.
The one thing I do have is a mind like any other creature around me. I may look like the others, but I am far from what they are. But I want to be like you, a human being that stands strong. I want to be a human being that walks and talks and eats such delicious food. I want to be a human being that falls in love. What I would give to be a human, I would trade anything at all. That is, If I had something to trade in the first place.
It was cold tonight and my thick fur just wasn’t cutting it.
I make myself a small den to sleep in, and keep out of the cold. I wish that I
could sleep in a warm cozy bed inside a nice cottage. But I’m an animal and
animals sleep outside after all. I was just about to fall asleep when the
crunching of leaves filled my ears. Immediately my instincts go into effect and
I burrow myself deeper into my den. The crunching gets closer and closer and I
sit still like a statue.
“Ah Little Fox, don’t be so scared. I’m here to help you.” A man leans down to look at me. He is very pale, almost as white as snow. But his eyes are what really stand out; glowing dark green in the night. I stay in my den, unable to speak back to him. I don’t know whether to be frightened or to be intrigued.
“Little fox, I can hear your thoughts and you should not be afraid. Like I said I am here to help you.” The man says. He can read my thoughts? Slowly I slip out from my den and into the cold night. The man smiles at me, but there is something dark behind that smile and once again I’m indecisive.
“Little fox, you are unlike the others. You have known this for quite some time yes?” He asks, and I blink my eyes to signal a yes.
“You may look like a fox on the outside, but inside you have the soul of a human. I’m here to give you what you truly want. To become a human! What you were born to be.” He says. My instincts are telling me to run far away and never come back, but my mind is keeping me here. I think about what he is saying. ‘How is that possible’ I think in my head, hoping he hears my thoughts once again.
“My name is Zavist, and I have magic little fox. With this magic I have helped many creatures like you. Human souls born into animal bodies. I have saved them!” The man says. I know I shouldn’t trust him, or even believe what he’s saying, but the possibility of being human is too great to give up.
‘yes, I want to be human! Change me please’ I think. The man smiles and takes his hand and places it on my forehead. For a second I feel a burning sensation and then a light shines out all around me.
I am no longer a fox, but a naked man shivering in the cold and laying on the ground. I look down at my human hands and smile. It actually worked! I look up to the pale man with dark green eyes.
“Thank you.” My voice is deep and it feels good to finally be able to speak my thoughts.
“You are welcome little fox, but there is one condition to being human. If you want to stay this way, you must kill your first love. And if you fail to do so, you become a fox again. But this time you will have no human soul. You will be just a fox.” The man smiles again and vanishes from the forest. I sit alone in the forest, sick to my stomach with the realization of his words.
“Ah Little Fox, don’t be so scared. I’m here to help you.” A man leans down to look at me. He is very pale, almost as white as snow. But his eyes are what really stand out; glowing dark green in the night. I stay in my den, unable to speak back to him. I don’t know whether to be frightened or to be intrigued.
“Little fox, I can hear your thoughts and you should not be afraid. Like I said I am here to help you.” The man says. He can read my thoughts? Slowly I slip out from my den and into the cold night. The man smiles at me, but there is something dark behind that smile and once again I’m indecisive.
“Little fox, you are unlike the others. You have known this for quite some time yes?” He asks, and I blink my eyes to signal a yes.
“You may look like a fox on the outside, but inside you have the soul of a human. I’m here to give you what you truly want. To become a human! What you were born to be.” He says. My instincts are telling me to run far away and never come back, but my mind is keeping me here. I think about what he is saying. ‘How is that possible’ I think in my head, hoping he hears my thoughts once again.
“My name is Zavist, and I have magic little fox. With this magic I have helped many creatures like you. Human souls born into animal bodies. I have saved them!” The man says. I know I shouldn’t trust him, or even believe what he’s saying, but the possibility of being human is too great to give up.
‘yes, I want to be human! Change me please’ I think. The man smiles and takes his hand and places it on my forehead. For a second I feel a burning sensation and then a light shines out all around me.
I am no longer a fox, but a naked man shivering in the cold and laying on the ground. I look down at my human hands and smile. It actually worked! I look up to the pale man with dark green eyes.
“Thank you.” My voice is deep and it feels good to finally be able to speak my thoughts.
“You are welcome little fox, but there is one condition to being human. If you want to stay this way, you must kill your first love. And if you fail to do so, you become a fox again. But this time you will have no human soul. You will be just a fox.” The man smiles again and vanishes from the forest. I sit alone in the forest, sick to my stomach with the realization of his words.
1 YEAR LATER
I have named myself Hunter. My own personal inside joke if
you will. For this past year I have been learning how to be human. It has been
much more difficult than I anticipated, but at the same time I’ve been enjoying
every minute. I am 6 foot 1 and I have orange/red hair and freckles. My eyes
are still the dark gold they once were. I may not be a fox anymore, but somehow
I still look like one. Or at least that’s what one of my coworkers said. Ah
yes, I have a job! I work at the local bookstore in a town that is just outside
the forest I used to live in. My coworker is Jesse and when he first met me he
could have sworn I was a fox turned human. Little did he know, I am. The hardest
part about being a human so far, is not falling in love. I love being a human,
but I don’t want to kill someone (especially my first love) if it means getting
to stay this way. But at the same time, I don’t want to be just another fox in
the forest with no independent thoughts.
But I never thought I
would meet her
3 Months Later
I shouldn’t have fallen in love with Margo. But she was so
beautiful, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. Oh and did she
love me.
Every day I lived in fear of when Zavist would come and tear my whole world apart, and every day I asked myself what I wanted more. To be a human and kill the one I love, or become a fox and lose the one I love and lose myself entirely. Margo always knew something was wrong, but I always played it off as a bad day, or being tired. When would I have to choose the life I want to live?
Every day I lived in fear of when Zavist would come and tear my whole world apart, and every day I asked myself what I wanted more. To be a human and kill the one I love, or become a fox and lose the one I love and lose myself entirely. Margo always knew something was wrong, but I always played it off as a bad day, or being tired. When would I have to choose the life I want to live?
Zavist came to me in a dream, and he told me it was time to
choose. I woke that morning with his dark green eyes still haunting me. I asked
myself over and over what I wanted.
Zavist’s voice rang in my head “There will always be other Margo’s little fox, but there will not be another life like this.” He whispered.
Zavist’s voice rang in my head “There will always be other Margo’s little fox, but there will not be another life like this.” He whispered.
I walked up behind Margo with a knife poised at her back.
This was the moment to choose. What did I want more? I’ve longed to be human
for quite some time. But was Zavist right? Were there other Margo’s in the
world?
The knife shakes in my hand.
My heart beats fast.
What do I want?
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