Story Ideas
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Thread Topic: Story Ideas
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Tell me what you think, please. I just came up with it off the top of my head. Didn't really give it much thought.
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Wow! It's nice. I enjoyed reading it but you should write more.
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Thanks.
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Ideas please, guys?
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Having trouble thinking up stuff.
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This is my idea.
It's about this princess who lives with only her father (king) because the king and queen got divorced and the queen moved to another country to start her own kingdom. All of the guards in the castle are weak, drowsy, and pretty stupid. The father always tried looking for a guard to protect her daughter (princess) but the princess is always telling the guards to leave her alone, go somewhere else, stop protecting me, and stuff like that. Then, the king goes into the woods, thinking he find a someone to be a guard, and finally finds a huntsman. He looked strong, handsome, muscular, and everything. So the king asks the huntsman to be the guard of the princess. When he gets to princess's bedroom to introduce himself both the huntsman and the princess get angry because one time, the princess was walking to the woods to hang around, meet some animals and she finally finds a deer. She started petting it and stuff like that until...a deer gets shot by an arrowhead and died. The princess got very mad because she liked the deer. She saw the huntsman walking to the deer, and trying to pick it up. While he tries to pick it up the princess and the huntsman both argue about it and they both walk away. The huntsman gets the deer, the princess leaves him alone but they still hate each other. -
Ugh!! My brain is all mixed up! I can't think of a single thing to put next!1
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Arielle woke up the next morning with sweat running down her face. She had been having an awful dream, a nightmare in fact. Just because she was one of the Chosen, it didn't mean she was shielded from all bad things.
Arielle rubbed sleep from her eyes and rolled out of bed, changing into a loose T-shirt with short jeans and boots.
As she grabbed her backpack and started loading it with books and homework, her phone beeped. She pulled it out and looked at the message on the screen. Her face went deathly pale. She stuffed the device back into her pocket and dumped out all her school things from the bag.
Arielle went to her small walk-in closet and pushed aside some coats and shirts to reveal a drawer at the back wall. She opened it and took out a dagger, a small bag of white shimmery powder, and a ring with a large blue stone set in the middle.
She picked up her backpack and whispered an incantation. The inside of the bag expanded, creating more room for her things. The outside, however, remained the same. It did not look any bigger or heavier once Arielle loaded her stuff into it. When she lifted the bag, it felt no heavier than it would if she had put nothing into it. Perfect. It was easy to move in and she could take things out without having to stop and delay.
Arielle scribbled a quick and vague note and stuck it to the wall. But before she could leave (via window) someone knocked.
Arielle froze. What should she do? She could pretend she hadn't heard them and continued on her way. Or she could let the person in and reveal that she was about to leave. Or . . .
She took off the backpack and stuffed it under the bed. Then she dove under the covers and pretended to just be waking up. "Yes?" she called in a tired voice.
"Arielle?" her younger sister asked, entering without permission. "What are you doing?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" she snapped, keeping under the blankets so Juliet wouldn't notice her clothes.
Juliet shrugged and sat on the bed. "I want to talk to you. It's like you've been so distant and isolated lately."
So now Juliet was getting suspicious. Not enough to investigate and find out what was really happening, but still suspicious. And if she was going to spend a long time talking, Arielle wouldn't be able to make it to the Palace in time to meet with the King and Queen.
"I just decided that I don't really like being around other people. They're loud and talkative and annoying. Including you. I wish everyone would just leave me alone."
Juliet blinked. Arielle knew she'd hurt her sister, but she didn't care. She only cared about making it in time to the Palace. And if hurting her sister was the cost, it was a price she was willing to pay.
"Like now," Arielle continued. "Can you just go? You're being very annoying."
Juliet blinked again and walked out of the room. Arielle stared at her back and sighed, then leaped out the open window. -
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Ariana, I love your story, and what I can see of the plot, but I have a suggestion: You shouldn't tell us where Arielle is going just yet, and instead call it her appointment or something. It would create more tension.
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The man had spent almost his entire life answering questions. They were strange question, and no one gave any heed as to what he discovered. Not even him. He asked the questions, and he found its answers. He did it for his own mental health: it gave him something to focus on other than his fears. He found that there was no relief from his miseries other than finding the answers to ones own inquiries. Even if he had sought the answers in another form, the questions were so obscure no one would have been able to answer them. His entire life, he sought refuge. After the times he had ambition.
Once, while attempting to answer his question as to whether colors were different in the eye of the beholder (for example, you grow up knowing he sky was blue, but if you were to see it in anothers eyes, who also thought the sky was blue, might their blue be the equivalent of your green?), he stumbled upon an idea.
The man had always had a tad bit of ambition left inside him: he had always sought eternal life. However, the question of life was too daunting for the coward of a man to take on.
Instead, he had immersed himself in the other appendages of the workings of the universe. Now though, quite by accident, he had stumbled upon the key for a long life, which would have to do, for it was as close as he could currently get to that which he so desperately sought.
While some may have no idea as to how to go about figuring out his odd questions, they were his questions, and he had his methods. When he had the idea, he immediately abandoned his inquiry about color perception, in favor of pursuing his question he had stumbled upon.
So, he asked himself, How will I go about proving that time actually slows down, but personally, when it appears so? We may never know, but somehow he was able to prove it, for, as mentioned before, he had his methods.
He would go on to give up everything so that he could live.
For the rest of his planned life, he would sleep. He would only waken on the rare occasion that he needed to eat; he was a light sleeper, but that would not matter, because it was a quiet place where he dwelled. Since his personal perception would be slowed, his mind would be tricked, he would only need to eat when he had lived enough time to need more nutrients.
One might question his mental health when faced with such as situation. His brain would remain functioning, there was no question of the validity of that, however, would he not go insane? Did he not need the companionship that was necessary for most life? No, he would not go on to be crazy because of seclusion. He had spent all of his recent life, and much of his early, isolated and devoid of human contact. It is certain, however, that his mind would twist in ways that may seem preposterous, but were perfectly rational and logical to the mind of the questioner. -
That was the prologue.
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For, what is logic except a way for the mind to convince itself that it is correct and following the only logical path? The logic of each mind seems reasonable and rational to itself, and that is all that is needed. The questioner's logic was immaculate. That much is beyond doubt.
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That was the rest.
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I'm moving my story to a separate thread, but I'm making some adjustments. Thanks for mentioning that, Elliryanna.
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