Time to write!
I promised I'd finish that weird execution story...buttttttttt.....I'm not going to right now. :) CHEESE. AUTHENTIC TIME. "Are you ready for this?" *basketball pump up music*. Obviously I'm way tired. Allons-y!
Pierre the Pirate Duck was only but a wee duckling when he first became a pirate. He'd been swimming along in the Weatherly Park Pond when suddenly he saw a shiny glint down at the bottom. Pierre was very intrigued by the shiny object and began to approach when seven ducks came charging at him.
These were ducks he'd never seen before. They wore bandannas and eye patches and one even had a peg-leg which made him swim in a very lopsided fashion.
Pierre's ducky little heart began to pound. These were Pirate Ducks. Pierre had heard of Pirate Ducks, but he never thought he would see any of them, not ever in his whole life, let alone at Weatherly Pond Park.
"Where ya think you be headed?" growled one of the ducks towards the front of what could be construed as a fleet.
"I just saw something shiny," Pierre managed weakly, trying to be brave, but so excited and frightened that his quack quavered.
"Arrr! You be after the treasure!" exclaimed the duck closest to the front, undoubtedly the captain judging by his large hat.
"Treasure?" Pierre asked. "You mean that glinty stuff at the bottom of the pond?"
The Captain Duck laughed. Menacingly. "Glinty stuff? You tell him, Stumpy,"
The peg-legged duck removed a rolled up scroll from his back with his beak and showed it to Pierre. It was a treasure map.
"The shiny object to which you have made reference is in fact 14 carat gold doubloons," Stumpy said in a voice which was surprisingly British.
"Real doubloons?" gasped Pierre. Pierre had heard of doubloons, but he never thought he would see any, not ever in his whole life, let alone at Weatherly Pond Park.
This is the beginning of the epic tale of Pierre's Piratey adventures. Props to Rian for naming Pierre.
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Sunday, October 14, 2012
Friendly Execution
Time to write!
You’re in an unfamiliar situation. People you know are there, though they are all acting strange. As the scene moves on, it becomes clear that you’re about to be executed by friends and you have no idea why. Find out why and attempt to save yourself.
I feel as though this prompt is EXCEEDINGLY creepy.
It was certainly a very odd Halloween party. Betty had invited me, and assured me that "everyone" would be there. Rian had backed her up on that, claiming that if I didn't go I'd "regret it for the rest of the century."
So I went. I'd dressed as Batman, according to plan. I'd matched my Batman hoodie, complete with mask and utility belt, with some black skinny jeans, buckled boots, and a black cape I'd originally worn when dressing up as a witch in my freshman year of High School.
The first thing I noticed upon entering the party was a giant gallows in the corner. It seemed a bit morbid. I mean, sure, it was Halloween, but what was next? A guillotine? The second thing I noticed was that all of my friends were dressed as one of three things. There were the pirates- Rian, Kaitlin, Aubrey, Alison, and about half of the guys there. Then there were the fairies- Sarah, Betty, Whitney, Lauren, Alyssa and surprisingly all the rest of the boys. My brothers, I noticed, were even in attendance and were, all three, dressed as fairies. Complete with wings. Perplexing as all this was, even stranger still was the last costume. It was a dalek costume. Almost cylindrical, bronze, and shiny. There were variations, of course, from costume to costume, but I felt like I'd missed out on the part of the invitation where they mentioned the theme.
Sarah came fluttering- fairy as she was- over to me, waving her arms to make the fabric attached to her wrists fly out behind her.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaimed.
"Me too," I answered, although at this point it wasn't quite the truthful answer. I was more confused than anything else.
Suddenly I was pricked by the plastic tips of four cheaply constructed swords. The Pirates were greeting me, which was now apparently done by sword tip.
Honestly...much as I'd like to finish out this BIZARRE prompt....I got only about three hours of sleep last night and it's late and I'm dying a little so...I'll finish it tomorrow and do my authentic thang. Deal? Ok. Goodnight. Loves.
You’re in an unfamiliar situation. People you know are there, though they are all acting strange. As the scene moves on, it becomes clear that you’re about to be executed by friends and you have no idea why. Find out why and attempt to save yourself.
I feel as though this prompt is EXCEEDINGLY creepy.
It was certainly a very odd Halloween party. Betty had invited me, and assured me that "everyone" would be there. Rian had backed her up on that, claiming that if I didn't go I'd "regret it for the rest of the century."
So I went. I'd dressed as Batman, according to plan. I'd matched my Batman hoodie, complete with mask and utility belt, with some black skinny jeans, buckled boots, and a black cape I'd originally worn when dressing up as a witch in my freshman year of High School.
The first thing I noticed upon entering the party was a giant gallows in the corner. It seemed a bit morbid. I mean, sure, it was Halloween, but what was next? A guillotine? The second thing I noticed was that all of my friends were dressed as one of three things. There were the pirates- Rian, Kaitlin, Aubrey, Alison, and about half of the guys there. Then there were the fairies- Sarah, Betty, Whitney, Lauren, Alyssa and surprisingly all the rest of the boys. My brothers, I noticed, were even in attendance and were, all three, dressed as fairies. Complete with wings. Perplexing as all this was, even stranger still was the last costume. It was a dalek costume. Almost cylindrical, bronze, and shiny. There were variations, of course, from costume to costume, but I felt like I'd missed out on the part of the invitation where they mentioned the theme.
Sarah came fluttering- fairy as she was- over to me, waving her arms to make the fabric attached to her wrists fly out behind her.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaimed.
"Me too," I answered, although at this point it wasn't quite the truthful answer. I was more confused than anything else.
Suddenly I was pricked by the plastic tips of four cheaply constructed swords. The Pirates were greeting me, which was now apparently done by sword tip.
Honestly...much as I'd like to finish out this BIZARRE prompt....I got only about three hours of sleep last night and it's late and I'm dying a little so...I'll finish it tomorrow and do my authentic thang. Deal? Ok. Goodnight. Loves.
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