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Tainted Story Teller
Welcome to my wagon of tales. I am the Tainted Story Teller, known throughout the lands for the tales I tell. Please sit 'round my fire and tell me of what you want to hear. Give me a topic and I shall tell a tale for you. Nothing pre-planned, told all in the moment. It would cost you nothing, unless you wish to give. Please tell me, what strikes your fancy? What do you want to hear? All you need do is say the word and I shall tell you a story. |
I want to hear of a swirling night fiction,
nothing of the dark but illusions of light, fitting, and beauty in diction, but nothing of battle, perhaps something of fright. |
Very well Litany, I shall see what I can cook up for you.
I am the Tainted Story Teller, and this tale I shall tell: It twas a dark night. The moon had vanished from the sky and only stars light the night. A young boy, no older than twelve walked through the forest, following a faint light. The boy had been walking for hours, somewhat in a trance, always following the light. Many of the forest dwellers would watch him pass and hang their heads. "He is doomed." They would say. "He won't make it." They said. But he couldn't hear them. All he could hear was the soft whispers of the light. "Come closer." It would say. Many an hour later, just as the sun began to rise, the light actually got closer as the boy walked. No longer did it drag him deeper into the forest. As the boy came upon the light, it dimmed. It's bright glow becoming nothing more than a flickering candle held by a young woman, tall and slender. Her hair was like that of pure strands of silver, her eyes like a watercolor painting of reds and purples, never the same twice. She wore a long flowing white dress. Almost like a wedding dress. She stood to the base of a giant tree in a clearing filled with silver flowers. The sky overhead was clear, not one cloud blocked the stars. "Come." She said to the boy, reaching out her hand for him to take. He took it. Then in an instant, the peaceful clearing turned to a place of fear. Skeletons law strewn about, and flowers were now a crimson red. The sky became black and no star could be seen. The boy screamed, trying to pull away. Trying to run. The girl held onto his hand firmly. Her grip was as strong as iron and her once warm hand now bit like ice. "You're mine now." Her voice was now painful, not kind as it once was. The boy screamed and struggled, but he could not get away. The girl pulled him in closer to the tree that was now black and dieing. She dragged him into the tree and everything went black. And that is the end to my story. I do hope you liked it. If not tell me what I could change, improve. That would help me in my future stories. But if you did like it, please tell me. I would love to hear your thought on it. |
how bout something out of one of your chapters of the book that you were reading at OBX
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Hmmmm..... How about something from "DarkRealms"?
Yes, that will do quite nicely. A peak into the future, no? I am the Tainted Story Teller, and this tale I shall tell: Haythia looked at the frightened faces of her people. She dismounted her horse and spoke to the nearest person. "What is it? What happened?" She asked. All they did was shake in fear and point to the castle. Haythia's worst fear came to her mind. "No." She spoke softly and then she ran with all the speed in her to the castle. When she got there the worst thing that had ever walked the face of the earth was standing in her main hall with a very content look on his face. "Elleron!" She yelled. How had he come back? "Yes Haythia dearest?" His voice like poisoned honey. "Where are Jareth and Shara?!" She demanded. Elleron chuckled. "Jareth is dead. Just like Andreas. But Shara, she is right here." And as he finished speaking Shara stepped out from behind him. She wore a dress of a Vampire princess. "She's mine now." Elleron told Hayhtia. Tears began to fall down Haythia's face. Jareth, her king and love, was gone. And now Elleron had Shara. How? How could Haythia's luck run so short? "I believe the castle is mine now again. Given that you seem defeated." Elleron voice infuriated Haythia and the long buried hatred for the man was unleashed. And that is the end to my story. I do hope you liked it. |
Ya, I do, thsanks
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Your welcome *bow*
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I would like a story of unexpected love, blooming from a well-planned and practiced hate. Between two young people, of separate worlds and separate ideals. In short, a story of the inevitability of fate. (Mwehehehe, I'm going to keep that description somewhere.) |
Hrm...... I'll see what I can come up with for you Aranel.
I am the Tainted Story Teller, and this tale I shall tell: Quill walked down to the palace gardens. She was enraged. She was only thirteen and her parents had already chosen who she would be marrying. He was the prince of a lesser kingdom, and had no right to have her hand in marriage. "Quill dearest, Prince Conthor is here to see you." Her mother called. "I'm not coming!" She said stomping her foot. Quill didn't like the idea of her parents choosing who her husband and king would be. She wanted to choose her king. He had to be handsome, strong, wealthy, smart, her list could go on for forever. "Quill you must come." Her mother protested. Quill sighed, there was nothing she could do. Just say hello and then ignore him. Quill told herself. Quill's mother showed Quill to the main hall of the castle where this prince Conthor was waiting. Quill didn't even look at him. "Hello." She said bluntly. "Good afternoon." He answered her with the same emotionless tone. "Now how about you two go and take a walk in the garden." Quill's father said. Quill rolled her eyes and walked away. Years later after many forced dinners and meetings, It was time for the wedding. Quill looked at her reflection in the mirror as the servants fussed over hr dress. It was a light sky-blue, almost white and flowed out around her like water. In her hands she held a single white rose. Her veil was attached to her tiara. "I'm to young to be married." She whined. Quill was only seventeen. It was usually around this time the king and queen were supposed pick a husband or wife for their child. But nooo, her parents had to be different. The bells tolled. "Time to go milady." Said one of the servant girls. Quill sighed. No avoiding it Quill. Just get it over with. She thought. Quill walked out of her dressing room and out into the spring air. On her right, lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses and other high-ranking people of her kingdom sat. On her left were those of Conthor's kingdom. Even after all these years it was still smaller than hers. How could a prince like him live up to Quill's expectations? But she was in for a surprise as she walked up the aisle. Waiting for her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall and elegant with long silky chocolate brown hair that was tied up in a pony. That can't be Conthor! She thought. But as she took her place beside him, reality came over her. This was Conthor, and she had loved him all along. Even though she had ignored him and he had ignored her, she had watched him spar, she had daydreamed about him. Though she had thrown those thoughts and such away because her parents had chosen him and he seemingly wasn't rich enough for her. But now she realized it was because she couldn't accept that such a man would be hers. Conthor seemed to be thinking the same thing, and as the priest said "You may now kiss the bride." Quill had fallen in love with him and they lived together form that day on. And that is the end to my story. I would love any feed back you would have on this. I am also quite sorry that I did not write this for you sooner. ((Sorry if it seemed a little to unreal.)) |
-glomps- I luffled it! =D And don't worry, I'm sure you have better things to do then spend your time writing stories for me. xDD Thank you though, it was really good. I like the names you used. Quill and Conthor... Cool. >=D |
Thank you very much *bow*
I'm glad you liked it. Though writing stories is my pastime, I don't mind. So please if you have any other requests don't hesitate to ask me. |
I'd like to hear a non-cheesy story about a boy who wants to eat some cheese.
Tough one, huh? ;) |
I'll see what I can do with that one.....
I am the Tainted Story Teller, and this tale I shall tell: James was a small boy the age of twelve. He lived out in the country, about fifteen miles form the nearest town. He had lost his mother and father to a flood and was now left all alone, with only his cat, Heridain, to keep him company. The flood had destroyed more than half of the food stores, and James was forced to head toward town for food. He tried to tell Heridain to stay, but the stubborn cat refused to listen and followed James out of the house and onto the road. James found plenty of berries to feed himself on the way to the town, and Heridain had found himself a few mice to snack on. But after the first five miles James began to crave cheese. He didn't know why. He just did. He remembered his father telling him that when a person is on a long trip and has very few things to eat, they start to crave a food that they think would taste good. James came to the conclusion that this craving for cheese was what his father was talking about. Miles later James fell to the ground, his legs refusing to walk any further. Heridain sat beside him fer a minute and then ran up the road towards a person walking towards James. It was an old man. "Dear dear. What have we here? What are you doing out in the middle of the road young man?" Asked the elder man. "Looking for food sir." James said sitting up. "Well your in luck." Said the man. "For I've got some food right here." The man took something wrapped in a cloth out of his pocket and gave it to James. James unwrapped it. Inside the cloth was a big slice of cheese. "Thank you sir!" said James, bitting into the cheese. "I'm glad you got what you wanted." Said the man. "Say would you like to come to my house young man?" Asked the man. "That would be very nice sir." Answered James. And so the Man took James to his house and gave him a new house, a new family, and plenty of cheese. And that is the end to my story. I tired my best. Please tell me what you think. |
That was awesome! Perfect for a children's book. James and the Magic Cheese!
Okay, all joking aside, thank you. I really enjoyed it. |
Your welcome. I'm glad you liked it.
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I would like to hear a story of forbidden love.
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Like Romeo and Juliet? Like Lysander and Hermia? I shall see what I can do for your fancy.
I am the Tainted Story Teller, and this tale I shall tell: Silvia stood at her balcony, the nighttime summer breeze flowing through her golden hair. She was waiting for Jaheal. He was to meet her here tonight. But where was he? Had he been caught? She hoped not. If Jaheal had been caught, her parents would find her out too! Even though she lived high in the castle tower, Jaheal had come to her each and every night. But since her and Jaheal's parents did not like each other, they could not wed. No matter how much they loved each other. The clouds moved over the moon and the night sky dimmed. That was never a good sign. Days later, when Jaheal still did not come to her tower, Silvia decided to go and find him. There had to be something wrong. Why hadn't he come? With that, Silvia climbed down the tower on some rope she had snagged from the storage of the castle. The trip yo his lands was not far, but it was far enough that Silvia was exhausted the time she reached his home. When she looked up to his window, she found with horror that it had been bared. Silvia quickly ran into the garden, Jaheal's favorite spot within his castle. He was not there. Feeling desperate, Silvia went to the door that lead within the castle form the garden. Now within the castle halls Silvia ran to find her prince. After many twists and turns in th wrong direction, Silvia finally found the door to Jaheal's room. She knocked. "Yes?" Spoke a dull voice. "Jaheal?" She asked. "Yes. What do you need of me?" He asked. Silvia could hear the sound of his feet coming to the door. "I-" Before she could finish, Jaheal had opened the door. His eyes were red with weeping and his hair all in a fuss. But when he saw her, his eyes glowed with happiness. "Silvia! Quick come in." He told her, ushering her inside his room. They embraced each other, glad to finally feel the other's warmth again. The following day, Jaheal and Silvia ran away from their lands, to find a new home where they could live together. And that is the end to my story. I am sorry not to get this to you sooner. But please so tell me how you like it. |
I loved it. It was beautiful. I thank you.
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You're welcome *bow*.
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O Tainted story teller, if you would, tell me a piece of fairy lore, but not of the flitting flower maidens, but of the fairies of old who built fairy circles and stole away children and turned them to changelings.
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I'll see what I can do for you, dearest traveler.
I am the Tainted Story Teller, and this tale I shall tell: Carranthian saw them before he heard them. The sparkling lights and laughing voices of the fairy folk. But Carranthian knew that under that bright light and beautiful voices, these creatures were here to draw younger children out of their beds to take them away to the fairy cradle deep within the wood. Carranthian was sixteen, and old enough to restrain himself form going with the fairies. But still he was enchanted. He could see the children of his neighbors leaving the safety of their homes, drawn by the songs of the fairies. It was then he herd the click of the door closing. Carranthian spun round to see the younger sister, Ginger, leaving the room. "Ginger no!" He said, leaping to his feet. Carranthian tried to grab his sister, but she was to nimble for him. Before he knew it, Ginger was standing by the side of a glowing fairy maiden. Her silken robes flowed in a invisible wind. She held out a slender hand towards him. "Come child. You can still come with us." She spoke with a sweet honey voice. Carranthian looked to his sister and then to the fairy. Who would watch his sister if he didn't go? But who would keep him from changing himself? Carranthian took a deep breath and took the fairy's hand. Sudddenly a warm feeling came over his body and he fell into a trace. Carranthian awoke to find himself laying in a bed of moss. "Ginger?" Was the first thing he said, trying to shake the fog from his eyes. He couldn't see her. Whre had everyone gone? Where was he? A dim light cam into his sight. Slowly it grew into the size the shape of a small changeling child. The changelings were said to be the children of the fairies, but fairy so often squabbled between the sexes, that they rarely had children. So who was this changeling? "Brother?" It spoke. It had Ginger's voice! "Ginger?" He said, rubbing his eyes, trying so hard to clear them. "I am no longer called 'Ginger' brother. They call me Cherry Blossom now." She said. "No, Ginger. What happen to you? To us?" Carranthian asked, his sight slowly clearing. "The fairies...." She said, but she seemed no to know what to say. "What Ginger? What about the fairies?" He urged her. "I told you, I am no longer 'Ginger' brother." She said. Carranthian's sight finally cleared and he saw his sister. She was dressed in silk and flowers decorated her hair. He looked around. Al of the children were like Ginger. Dressed in silk garments with flowers and leaves in their hair. He then looked down at himself. He too was wearing silk! A tall fairy man came up to him. "Ah, I see you have awakened. Come this way." He motioned for Carranthian to follow. Carranthian didn't want to. He wanted to stay with Ginger, but his legs moved themselves and he followed the fairy. After a long and important conversation with the fairies, Carranthian was given the knew name 'Salvanis' and was to watch over the young changelings for ever more. And that is the end to my story. Please tell me how you liked it. |
Thank you kindly for the story. I enjoyed it very much.
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