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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Sun Oct 01, 2017 10:28 pm ] |
| Post subject: | A (Different) Story |
Hello, hello. Some of y'all might remember, many moons ago, I began (and unsurprisingly, never finished) A Story. Now, you see, me not finishing that has always been something that's bothered me, so.... I'm just not gonna finish it. And instead, start a new story. Same rules apply: anything goes, within reason (also just post em right on in here) |
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| Author: | AgentP [ Sun Oct 01, 2017 10:51 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
hmm let's see Oliver Woods Age: 15 A really, really mysterious boy. Literally just showed up at school on the first day and nobody said anything so he's just kinda penciled in to all the school records. You definitely shouldn't check your DM for more background information. |
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| Author: | detroittigers15 [ Mon Oct 02, 2017 12:58 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
I'm going to give you an intro for a character I've developed before and let you run with that. Owen Howard, The Obsessive Every night I brush my teeth for one hundred twenty seconds, then floss each tooth carefully, then brush once more. I am in bed at 9:45 each evening and lights go out after fifteen minutes of reading. I wake up at 6:00 in the morning having rested for the recommended eight hours. When I wake up, I brush my teeth, then shower for twelve minutes, making sure to clean every part of my body sufficiently. After my shower, I eat breakfast - buttered toast and orange juice - while watching the channel four news. I do not like the channel two news because the lead anchor has a mole slightly left of center on his forehead. I do not like the channel seven news because the weather woman speaks with an accent. I do not drink coffee because I do not like the taste and I do not need the caffeine because I always awaken well rested. After breakfast, at exactly 7 o' clock, I make sure all the windows in my hours are locked and all the doors are shut. I walk outside with my briefcase and lock the front door - once, twice, three times - and drive to work. I take 4th Street to the interstate. The drive takes sixteen minutes because I leave early enough to avoid traffic. I arrive at work at 7:23. I am the first person there. One time Michael Borovich arrived before me, and I was forced to move my entire schedule up thirty minutes permanently. For work, I audit expense reports, correcting mistakes, fixing errors. I eat lunch at 11 o' clock. I do not eat at my desk because my desk is for work and because it is important to take breaks for mental health and to improve productivity. I return to my desk at 11:30 after eating my sandwich from the deli downstairs. I continue to work until work ends at 4:00. I leave earlier than most of my coworkers because I arrive much earlier than them, except for Lyle Winningham, who is not a good worker and ought to be terminated. I drive home in sixteen minutes, again avoiding traffic. This allows for a more efficient use of my time as time spent in traffic is wasted time that cannot be recovered. Once I am home, I allow myself to relax, unless it is Monday, in which case I must do laundry, Tuesday, in which case I must vacuum, Thursday, in which case I must clean the bathroom, Friday, in which case I must go to the grocery store, or Saturday, in which case I must mow the lawn. At 8 o' clock I watch television. At 9 o' clock I record the day's activities in my journal. At 9:20 I begin to prepare for bed. I brush my teeth for one hundred twenty seconds, then floss each tooth carefully, then brush once more. |
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| Author: | AgentP [ Mon Oct 02, 2017 1:02 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
detroittigers15 wrote: I'm going to give you an intro for a character I've developed before and let you run with that. -snip- can i just say: jesus christ this is so good |
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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Mon Oct 02, 2017 5:02 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
cool cool, much love boys I'll get started on this soonish 8 ) |
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| Author: | detroittigers15 [ Mon Oct 02, 2017 10:11 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
AgentP wrote: detroittigers15 wrote: I'm going to give you an intro for a character I've developed before and let you run with that. -snip- can i just say: jesus christ this is so good Hey thanks bb |
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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Thu Oct 05, 2017 10:53 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
The Lost “Oliver…” “I know, I know.” The boy, Oliver, studied his navel. He looked to the other boy in the room with a longing gaze. He sighed and smiled, resigned. “Fine. I guess one more episode would be alright.” Oliver smiled wide and threw himself back onto the other boy’s bed. The boy tapped his iPad’s screen. The Sore Feet Song suddenly filled Oliver’s left ear. “I told you these old guys still work well.” He said, tugging on the pair of headphones they were sharing. “Haha, and I never doubted you!” Oliver put his head on the other boy’s shoulder. The warmth of the physical contact put him at ease. Finally, he thought, I’m home. The other boy moved his fingers through Oliver’s unkempt hair. For a moment, despite Mushishi's calming dialogue running through his mind, time seemed not to move. . . . --KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK-- |
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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Fri Oct 06, 2017 2:33 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
The Obsessive ...118, 119, 120 The man began flossing. It seemed this was a routine. After he finished brushing for the second time, he placed his toothbrush leaning against the right side of his medicine cabinet on the second shelf. He closed the cabinet and looked at himself in the mirror. “Owen,” he said to himself, “it’s reading time.” He walked down the hall to his bed. His clock shone 9:45, in deep red block type. As the clock shone 10:00, Owen clapped twice. The lights went out. The clock shone 6:00. Owen awoke, his eight hours fulfilled. The clock shone 7:00. His breakfast was satiating, his news--informative. His keys clicked, the door was locked, checked in triplicate. All the windows were closed. The clock ticked to 7:23. Owen was there. “Unsurprising.” He said. The empty office did not respond. “Empty.” The clock ticked to 4:00. Work was over. Owen put pressure on the mat in front of the automatic door to leave his office. Another man quick behind him. Lyle… The man scooted by Owen, “See ya tomorrow, Owen!” Owen did not respond, for there was no response to be made. Owen began his 16 minute trip home. There was vacuuming to be done. The clock shone 10:28. Owen was not asleep. |
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| Author: | AgentP [ Fri Oct 06, 2017 5:06 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
Powerprosfan31 wrote: The Lost aaaaaaaaaaaa y e s it's so good Powerprosfan31 wrote: The clock shone 10:28. Owen was not asleep. This. Also? so good hype |
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| Author: | Paul McCartney15 [ Sat Oct 07, 2017 12:12 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
is it too late for me to make a character? if not then, Eric Hoenneke Age: 25 he's a flailing standup comic in New York. he deals drugs sometimes and does drugs a lot of the times. he stopped drinking a year ago tho. He starts working on a web series soon and he hopes it's his big break. He also can't seem to have any success when it comes to the ladies |
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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:29 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
Of course not! Much appreciated my man, I’ll get to work soon c: |
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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Mon Oct 09, 2017 12:04 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
The Forgotten Twice Baked - A Tall Tale “...” twice baked - an ever longing adventure of unquestionable oddness “.......” the big o - a hellacious romp “...........” T---- “GodDAMN. I can’t think of a damn thing.” a young man, disheveled and undressed from the waist up, tore his hands away from his laptop and flung himself back in his folding chair. he dragged his hand along his face lengthwise. he stared at the west wall of his dismal New York ‘apartment.’ the ripped, homemade, poster of George Carlin stared back. “What am I doing?” George offered no reply. the man stood up. he began pacing. “If I can’t think of a title, then I can’t *(censored)* make a story. Right? No, maybe I make the story first and then the title comes afterwards? Yeah! No,,,, maybe something else would work? I seriously can’t think of anything here. Dammit!” he began slapping his face. “Think, Hoenneke, THINK! Use that ‘bone-snappingly funny’ brain and THINK!” he thought for a moment. “*(censored)* it.” he opened a shoebox sitting next to him. inside it, he opened another box, felt covered. with a sharp inhale... ...he breathed life anew Hoenneke closed his felt box with utmost care. he threw the shoebox to the ground. “Ohhhh baby. I know.” he began talking to himself again, “Georgie, you gotta listen to this.” George was intrigued. |
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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Thu Oct 12, 2017 11:58 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
O “I… I don’t understand… What’s happening?” The clock shone 10:30, Owen was still awake. “5,478.” He pulled the sheets from his body and did something he hadn’t in a long time. He went downstairs. He checked his calender. “5,478. I don’t…” He saw his block handwriting in the corner of the page. “Day 5,478.” It read. But he wasn’t asleep. It had been 15 years almost to the day since Owen last fell asleep after 10:00. The 22nd hour of the day was something he had forgotten the feeling of. Owen nonetheless scuffed his feet in the direction of the refrigerator. He opened it and pulled out his gallon of milk, 1.4006 liters remained. He poured himself a glass. He put the remaining 1.1640 liters back in the fridge. He sat at his island. The clock on the oven shone 10:34 in a vibrant green. Owen stared at this and took a sip. Then two more. He placed his empty glass in the dishwasher. Owen returned to his bedroom. The clock shone 10:37. He resumed laying supine in his bed, sheets pulled to his shoulders. The clock shone 11:02. Owen was still not asleep. He pulled the sheets from his body and did something he had done in the last half an hour. He went downstairs. Feeling adventurous, Owen unlocked his back door. The door creaked open, but not too loudly, and he shivered as the cool winter’s air tickled his arms. This was strange. Owen took one step… two steps… three steps… fou-- three steps into his backyard. He looked at the clear sky. At the moon, 57.17% full in its waxing phase. At the stars, peppering the vast expanse of space… He shivered again. Owen was cold. Owen went inside. --click-- He locked the door. Owen returned to his bedroom. The clock shone 11:09. He resumed laying supine in his bed, sheets pulled to his shoulders. The clock shone 11:47. Owen could not stop thinking about the moon. |
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| Author: | Powerprosfan31 [ Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:25 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
W --KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK-- “Oh shit, Oliv--” Before Ryan could even finish his sentence, Oliver was out the window. He hit the ground standing tall. His left ankle was decidedly unhappy about this decision and audibly snapped. “Ah--” Oliver did his best to hold in a monumental screech. He ultimately ignored his newfound pain and hobbled out of Ryan’s yard onto his street, Number 6 Road. He knew that this particular 5 mile walk would be even more difficult than it usually was. Oliver approached the approximate halfway point--Tjossem Road--and stopped a moment to lean on the STOP sign. He looked at the small white house across the way. “Man,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “I love that cute little thing.” Oliver looked down at his left ankle and rubbed it. “Gah!” He winced. “That’s swollen to all Hell…” He took a deep breath, looked both ways, and crossed Tjossem, as he always does. He bumbled over the double-yellow lined road. “Wha--!” A white streak blazed by Oliver. A car? A stallion? He jumped back, lost his footing, and fell to the ground. He looked to what had passed and could only see the red brake lights amidst the “Tjossem Sea of Darkness,” as he’d dubbed it. “*(censored)* asshole!” He screamed into the night. Oliver touched his spine to make sure it was still in order. He slowly creaked back to his proper 5 feet 7 inches. His ankle refused to cooperate. Oliver quickly fell back to the cold spring’s grass. He laid there without moving and stared at the moon. It looked pretty skinny, up there in the deep, dark sky. “*(censored)*…” Oliver closed his eyes tight. “It’s not there. It’s not there. I’m okay. I’m okay.” He opened his eyes. “I’m okay.” He stood up. Only two and a half miles to go. |
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| Author: | AgentP [ Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:38 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A (Different) Story |
y e s i love it |
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