Alright, I know this sounds dumb but read all the way through okay. I want you to leave a story prompt as a comment. A story prompt is a tiny blurb to prod the imagination. For example, "One day you wake up and there is a howitzer shell full of pennies on your porch." Or, "You receive a package in the mail containing a sling shot and a pirate's eye patch." Something short and weird, and as random as possible. Then I will take the prompts (If I get enough) and put them on a poll where you can vote which one I should write a very short story from. When it is finished I will post whatever it ends up being. No one has to leave a prompt if they don't want to, but I think it would be fun.
Thanks, Cory
Rooks of Burgundy
Rooks of Burgundy is historical fiction set 1016/1017 in the Duchy of Burgundy. Raban is a young serf farmer in a small fief. Spring is freshly come and the world beginning again, and so the story opens.
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at Ferrah’s suggestion Jordan is nominating:
God only steps on houses when he really needs to.
I think it sounds fun. When I think of one I'll tell you.
Cool blog! I need ALL the help I can get on my blog. It's about my book series about dragons, and I need to get some feedback from other writer's and the like. It's hopefully going to get published soon (depending on when I finish writing it). It has excerpts from the first book, and bits and pieces of the other books, as well. Tarterrior.blogspot.com
One morning you wake up and you find yourself in a village in the remote parts of thailand, with nothing but the clothes on your back.
I know I lack imagination! :) but it is something I guess.
Alright: It was just like every other bland typical day. The dull and drab motions that seemed ever-so robotic, pulled me through my work day even though my feet were aching. I was relieved when I was able to go home to get some sleep. It was only when I pulled off my socks that I realized my feet were both covered in green scales. "Oh great," I thought, "here we go again."
I wouldn't be labeled a traitor if my plan to destroy the weapon had not failed, but I can not let my true identity be known.
As I opened the lid of the trunk, the words on the lid stared back at me. "Nothing is irrelevant. Everything is intentional." With those words in my eyes, I began exploring the contents of the trunk.
#1) "CUT THIS OUT AND TAPE IT TO YOUR COMPUTER!"
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#2) Traitor. Traitor. TRAITOR! Flashed through my mined. "I'm not a traitor!" I thought. "Yes you are," a small voice wisperd in my ear. "Don't listion to it, don't listion to it!" I thought wildly but the voice kept wispering... "Yes you are, yes you are. Yes you are!"
The first is not too imaginative I know but I received it in a letter once and thought it was funny:) The second one has a lot of doubles in it but I like it.
- Jacynne
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