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03-04-2007, 04:32 AM
This is a thread where I, and anyone else who'd like to, can post odd stories that are in some way unique, either by form or the creative process.
Examples:
Group stories - 2 or more people work together to make a short story (line-by-line or the like)
Rhyming stories - think Dr. Seuss. It's like a poem, but tells an odd story.
Patten stories - this refers to the sylables or words in the story. All lines have 20 sylables, or 10 words, or something like that.
Any other unique ways to wrtie stories are also welcome here.
All forum appropriate topics are welcome as story themes.
Have fun!
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03-04-2007, 04:35 AM
The first story for this thread:
Hi
I'm Kenny.
It's my birthday.
This is my story.
This morning started out normal.
I got up and got dressed.
And suddenly I fell through the floor.
I kept falling for what felt like forever.
Then made an abrupt landing on a purple panda.
He woke up, looked at me, then fell back asleep.
Needless to say I thought I was still dreaming.
There were green gorillas sitting under towel trees.
A forest green fox floated by me.
And red rhinos sitting, sipping tea.
So where am I now?
I'm so very confused.
What's going on?
Anyone here?!
Help!
I'm lost!
And I'm scared.
This just isn't right.
The ground is above me.
I can't bear to look down.
But this place can't truly be real.
I'm sitting on top of an endangered species.
Who's snoring to the tune of Mary's Little Lamb.
So I close my eyes, and count down from 10.
Hoping this place will be gone when I'm done.
The counting is done, I open my eyes.
I'm awake in my room at home!
It was all just a dream.
I need to get up.
But is it safe.
Only a dream.
I think?
Mom!
I hope you liked it. I also hope other people will take up the challenge to write odd stories. I enjoy them, and sincerely hope others here do too.
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03-04-2007, 06:32 AM
Lol, interesting concept... The shape of the story really helps keep the reader reading. Keep it up! :)
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03-04-2007, 08:07 AM
My seconds odd little story. Hope you enjoy.
The colorful parts are supposed to have a cascading effect, but it doesn't want to work.
Roy G. Biv
Roy G. Biv is a little boy. He goes to grade 3, loves cookies with milk, and is learning how 3 plus 4 is 7. But every once in a while, he goes and sits on his moms lap, lays his head on her shoulder, and talks about the things he's seen.
He's seen:
-Red fire-trucks and
--Orange oranges and
---Yellow birds and
----Green caterpillars and
-----Blue skies and
------Indigo crayons and
-------Violet flowers.
Roy G. Biv is a young man. He just graduated high school, is going to college, and works from 4 to 10 every night as an office assistant. But every once in a while, he takes a night off, calls up his friends, and talks about the things he's seen.
He's seen:
-Red lipstick and
--Orange textbooks and
---Yellow wallpaper and
----Green pizza and
-----Blue gowns and
------Indigo sunsets and
-------Violet drinks.
Roy G. Biv is a successful businessman. He wears fancy clothes, eats fancy foods and goes to fancy meetings. But every once in a while, he takes off his suit, sits back, relaxes with is wife, and talks about the things he's seen.
He's seen:
-Red profits margins and
--Orange plane seats and
---Yellow book pages and
----Green check books and
-----Blue sea-side views and
------Indigo tuxedo shirts and
-------Violet signatures.
Roy G. Biv is an old man. He spends his days golfing with friends, his nights playing bingo, and occasionally gives his son business advice. But every once in a while, he invites the family over, sits in his slippers and listens to his grandson talk about the things he's seen.
He's seen:
-Red fire-trucks and
--Orange oranges and
---Yellow birds and
----Green caterpillars and
-----Blue skies and
------Indigo crayons and
-------Violet flowers.
Roy G. Biv
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03-04-2007, 07:14 PM
Another short story/poem I just made. I simply wanted to try playing with the number of syllables. Soon I'll post another actual story. This is just for fun and has no point. Enjoy.
This is a story of syllables,
Almost like a poem.
Every word is calculated,
To maintain the form.
If I change the number of sounds,
It won't sound the same.
It has nothing to do with words,
It's a syllable game.
I try to make it rhyme and flow,
To keep you reading.
It's just a short little poem,
With no real meaning.
I do this just for interests sake,
I think this is fun.
I hope you liked these syllables,
Because now I am done.
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03-11-2007, 08:53 PM
Haven't put up an odd story lately, so here's one.
Hmm, anyone wanna guess the title?
Oh my Gawd. The man from Mars.
The man from Mars?
The man from Mars!
What about the man from Mars?
Our chocolate bars.
Our chocolate bars?
He ate all our chocolate bars!
The man from Mars?
The man from Mars!
Why does he eat chocolate bars?
To get back to Mars.
To get back to Mars?
That's why he eats chocolate bars!
The man from Mars?
The man from Mars!
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03-14-2007, 03:26 PM
Hmm. Well no one seems to like these. But they're a great way for me to play with words. So I made another one.
Stars
Stars in the sky. Burning. Bright. Guides. Stories. Gods. Lovers. Lives. Lost. Found. Forever. Stars.
Stars in the streets. Laughing. Smiling. Happy. Acts. Truth. Lies. Deceit. Affairs. Shining. Falling. Stars.
Stars on the paper. Lines. Malformed. Misshapen. Yellow. Gold. Blue. Green. Shooting. Exploding. Stars.
Stars.
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01-03-2008, 02:13 AM
How great it is to be governor! William thought as he pulled up the driveway and entered his home. “Put dinner on!” he barked at Francis, the butler. To his maid, Beatrix, he asked “So, where’s the family?”
“Cassandra, sir, is at her friend’s dinner party. Elizabeth, sir, is at tutoring,” Beatrix stuttered, she was always nervous when directly confronting the governor.
“Oh yes, that’s right. Well then you might as well have the evening off,” responded the exhausted governor.
“Oh! Thank you so much, sir!” Beatrix curtsied and left the room.
William will have to live with eating chicken tonight, thought the butler, its all we got left.
“All right,” Inspector Houston accused, “you all must already be aware that you are the suspects for Governor William’s murder.”
Cassandra Gasped, Beatrix looked pale. Elizabeth looked heartbroken, and the grouchy butler looked amused.
“Do any of you have anything to say for yourselves?” interrogated the inspector.
The butler immediately began, “It wasn’t me! I was preparing the governor’s dinner, like he commanded, quite harshly I must add, me too!”
Beatrix looked incredibly nervous “I was…in the garden. William gave me the evening off, as no one was home.” Cassandra shot the maid an accusing glare.
“I was at a dinner party, remember, I was still there when you called me here! The dinner party was too far away for me to come here and get back,” Cassandra declared.
“And what about you?” Francis growled at Elizabeth.
“I-I was at tutoring. I w-would have n-never killed my f-father,” sobbed Elizabeth.
Interesting, thought the inspector, they all SEEM innocent. Aloud he said, “Okay, you all have acceptable alibis, but your motives are just as true. Cassandra, you and William had an argument last night, which turned out really bad, I’ve heard. Elizabeth, your over protective father does not approve of your boyfriend, which you hate him for. Francis, you blame William for your tiny pay check and believe that he is thinking of firing you. Beatrix, you are incredibly horribly treated and also get paid close to nothing. Have any of you anything to say to that?”
Francis and Beatrix both shook their heads, suddenly silenced. Cassandra cleared her throat “Ahem! My husband’s and my fights have nothing to do with the likes of you! Nothing serious went on and all was forgiven, now please stop accusing me of murdering my very own husband!”
Elizabeth nodded her head in agreement “I, also would not kill family, I do not care that he doesn’t like Fredrick! But, honestly, I would not kill my father! I doubt mother wouldn’t too!”
Houston stood up and left the room. As he walked across the hall to the dining room, where William’s body still lay, he pondered about the previous conversation. As he entered the dining room, he saw a dish towel and a set of keys on the ground, and the smell of burnt chicken wafted through the air, after watching blood drip down from the knife in William’s back he immediately knew who the murderer was.
Solution
The criminal was obviously Francis, the butler. His immediate answering of all questions and satisfied look supported this idea. Francis did not like his pay check, as he admitted in silence.
As for the evidence, it just supports the idea it was Francis. Francis, being a butler, had a set of keys to each and every door in the house, keys were found near the body. A dish towel found in the dining room shows that, along with his keys, Francis dropped it after making sure William was dead. The steak knife is William’s back shows that Francis would have easily thrown it across the hall into the awaiting victim’s back. All Francis then had to do was call the inspector, being the only one home he must had made the call, attempting to look innocent.
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