First draft "God"

an idea i got replaying the computer game "spore"

As God sat, with his pasty face illuminated by the multi-coloured portal, he created the earth’s sentient species, jararabers.

These jararabers had 8 eyes and no hands or feet, as god had not enough food to finish the appendages. They had a body in the shape of the lord’s only commandment, “LOL”. This was so as he had a sense of humour.

When god sent them unto the world, he uttered “Hurry Up”, for the world stood still for a few seconds. The creations, upon death, were restored to life at their home, so god did not become bored.

God could not spend all his time at the portal, so when the portal was not open, the world froze, and when god returned, it mobilized.

When god got bored of the jararabers, he destroyed the world and the portal changed to a humble farm.

Amongst talking to other gods (Via the portal), God controlled the farmer, planted the crops though him, beating up bears though him, teleporting him to other farms to help other gods, and eventually god got bored of this.

The portal often reminded God about this farm, and how logging in will bestow 5 coins to the farmer, but God stopped these reminders.

In another portal world, god created one. It was not created with images and people, but with letters. God sent this letter-universe to a separate god who requested for it, and God was rewarded.

Legend tells of a dark time, where God abandoned the portal for a time. No one was guided, and universes that did not stand still, died, so God never visited them again.

God’s friend told God about another universe, where he took control of a miner, not a farmer. This ever hungry miner created pointless satanic symbols that God had learnt from the portal, the miner interacted and burnt other god’s miners, all under the guidance.

Alas, the freckled God left again, and the portal universes froze. God had brought a new portal, a smaller, faster portal that was designed for these universes. And the universes in the other world died.

Twabble. (100 character story)

As the humans destroyed themself in the wars; the two alien rulers controlling the army’s, only caring who won the game.

I've had mixed idea from this, so please post your interpretation!

new story

here's another story that turned out to be a short. about 400 words.

I sat, in the middle of my home, my legs rested contently on the floor, when it happened. The  entire home was built on a bush, and yet it was completely supported by it, but in hindsight, it was not a good idea, here is what happened.

I first saw the tyre in my far-right eye, moving quite slowly towards the home, but I ignored it, as this happens often. There was another tyre following it from the distance, which I also ignored.

A few seconds later, a large vibration was felt though the floor, and I moved eagerly towards it, full of hope at the thought of food, but upon arrival, I saw the tyre was ploughing through my home! Instinct urged me forward, and before I knew what I was doing, part of the support snapped, leaving half my house to fly free in the wind, so I jumped onto the tyre, with only a split second of hesitation.

I had jumped on the rising part of the wheel, so as I reach its zenith, I saw the free half of my home impale itself on a rose. And before I had the chance to discover the other half of my homes fate, I began my decent.

The decent was even more terrifying than the collision with the tyre and my house, even more terrifying than the time the hornet got stuck in my house!

The darkness overwhelmed me, and the last rays of light left the tyre I so desperately clung on to, and then I was alone.

In my distraught state about my house, I almost forgot to move to the side on the tyre, so I wasn’t crushed between it and the floor.  

For the next 5 revolutions, I did not notice anything… my eyes had turned off and my brain was dead. I sat there on the constantly moving surface, and did nothing.

I  opened my eyes, and in a moment, I decided what I should do.

I waited on the wheel, and as I reached the top, I quickly climbed into the wheels support. Then I moved up the structure, until I reached the man’s hand holding the handlebar, and I bit down hard, injecting poisonous venom into the hand!

The man yelped, and I was launched into the branches of a tree, and I sat down, started weaving web for my new home, and my legs rested contently in my new home.

A drabble, (100 word story comp from the drabblecast)

next i may try a twabble, (a 100 character story)

As a child, I used to play a game in the back of the car, where an imaginary person would do triple flips across cars, and dive into house windows and out the front door, before sliding under a car. He would occasionally morph into a taller person or a smaller person, when hitting a car was imminent. Thinking back, he was a shadow, featureless. Once, when we were lost, my parents were having an argument in the car, and I was distracted, and when I looked back, all that was left was a long blood smear on the road.

fisherman

im not to sure about this one... but here it is anyway!

Fisherman

All cars pulled over to the side of the road, as the fisherman’s large truck drove past, followed by three more normal trucks, which were all coated in ceremonial blue scales. Fishermen did not need to worry about traffic, the only thing superior on the road than a fisherman’s truck was a loaded fisherman’s truck, as it is impossible to manoeuvre, and due to the fishermen’s rarity, that was almost impossible.

This fisherman was heading to the cliff sea, a sea that had no shallow water, making it the only fishing spot; no one has fully measured the depth yet.

Fish was not a delicacy, but a necessity. The human body, no matter how old, needs one portion of fish a year. It is a mystery how humans survived without any of the fishing gear invented in this age, and one that has remained yet, unsolved.

The fisherman arrived with his truck, with the 3 other blue-scaled trucks, and emptied his mind of everything. Fear would kill him, so would worry or doubts.

The third truck pulled up beside the lake, and the fisherman with the 3 truck drivers unloaded its cargo, 200Kg of food waste from the town, wrapped in a steel rope, and dropped it in the water, and then the trucks and drivers made a hasty retreat.

There was a black silhouette, 80 meters wide and 150 meters long, only a baby fish, heading towards the now sunken food.

And the fisherman fished.

Augustus, (a second William?)

 “Grab this!” was the last thing I heard before I was under.

The brown surrounded my vision, and the dark colour made it only possible to see silhouettes on the surface, of a tall man in a top hat. I attempted to swim up, but something dragged on my legs, and wouldn’t let go. My immediate thought was that the tall man’s slaves were pulling me under, but then I changed my mind, as I reconciled how strict he was about this river.

Oh, how much fun I was having, eating mushrooms, grass, flowers, branches and leaves, and I still would be, if I hadn’t felt to drink from here.

I could see my mum, screaming at the tall man, as the chocolate water finally obscured my vision. I had always thought myself not streamlined enough for exercises such as swimming, and now I was regretting my decision.

Something touched my foot, and I swivelled in the water to see a glass pipe, in which the river was being sucked into. If only that stupid boy found something better than a lollypop for me to grab onto!

I twisted around to grip the edge of the pipe, but I undershot, my arms going straight into the pipe.

My head, then neck, then chest followed though seamlessly, but then my waist caught on a join in the pipe.

As the river-water cleared from above my head, I saw though hazy eyes the tall top hat man with the purple waistcoat and a long cane, the stupid boy and his granddad, the spoilt girl and her rich dad, the boy who can’t stop talking about computer games and the girl obsessed with bubble-gum.

 I only just heard my own sweet mother scream “Boiler”, but the top hat man’s reply was to quiet and controlled to hear. I could feel the pressure building up below me, and I sluggishly slipped skywards, getting slightly faster each second, and I went a little higher, and higher, and I couldn’t stop, and my hands were stuck above me, and the chocolate below me, and as I finally was shot up the pipe, I yelled

“Curse you Willie Wonka!”

william V2

William looked into the murderer’s window, the sun not yet up, and into the inky blackness within. There was a trace of blood streaked at the edge of the window.

The cobblestones beneath Williams’s feet sucked his warm life from his feet, though the lattice of holes in his shoes that had formed due to the nature of the village’s poverty, and left a cold, empty, lonely, scared shell behind on the pavement, and only the thought of his family kept him from standing there, and getting frostbite on his toes.

The door rasped open as William pushed at it, the edges scraped along the wooden floor, forcing a thorny path of splinters rise up, waiting eagerly for William to impale his foot on, and draw his blood.

He did.

Though only a small injury, it tore at Williams’s confidence, and as he turned to leave, the door closed with an ominous click, that in the silence was as loud as a scream for help.

William backed up slowly, and tried to fold his limbs in four more places than was possible to sink into a corner, but it was too late. He had been seen. The monster’s loose sleeves were browned with the professional way his weapon sliced into the souls of many, and leaving none living. The caress of its most recent victim, torn to pieces and spread around the town, was at now at rest from the torture the monster had inflicted with cold proficiency, and was positioned on the table. The heavy boot landed, and William, who was a weedy man, and was nervous with everyone but his parents, saw the large hulking brute advance. Drops of oval, ruby blood followed the monsters footsteps as he stumbled past tables and slabs of meat, and William almost fainted to think what kind of meat.

Closer.

The bulky mass of muscle punched its way into the centre of Williams’s eyesight

Closer.

The individual veins stood out, as if unneeded to fuel this biological tank, and it ran on hatred alone.

Close

Then the monster was upon William.

it started as a primeval growl, as it slowly lifted with his cleaver, and the veiny lips sucked the ashen face inward, as if the rage that must consume such a beast was uncontrollable, and had tried to consume himself, managed to formed a word.

Before the word had even been breathed into the rusty air, Williams’s recent life flashed before him, his quest, the beaten road, his family, who would starve because William will fail.

Though simple, this word was deep, primitive and eerie growl, that vibrated Williams’s bones, shoulders jarring out of place, and knees jolted from their sockets.

“What”

Before the word had even died on its blood-filled rims of its cavernous mouth, had the next been diced, marinated and forced out

“Do”

His uneven teeth snapped and tore at the end of the last word, and the next word was strangled, and unused

“You”

Unfortunately, William had a huge imagination, and before the next attack of mucus cored saliva had left its mouth, the words “Taste Like” was playing in his mind. The words were the cat, and reason was the mouse. It was cornered, and the words just played, strumming and rallying fear and terror into play, making reason give up and commit suicide.

“Want?”

Had reason seen reason to preserve its metaphorical life, this would have been expected, and told the brain to reply with, “half a pound of sausages please, sir”

first post

first story: Points of view (iggy winner :) ) 

Points of View

Wolf pack hunting

By Callum Cleary

Richard Challoner

First account

Alpha wolf

It had been 2 snows since I, grey claw, took over the pack, and so far my leadership has been successful and unchallenged. All but one hunt had led to a good feed, and even then that hunt was ruined by an over exited pup. This would be the last hunt before the snow set in, and will be the last time the pup will get an experience of the hunt itself. Now upwind of the herd of deer, I started to split the pack in two. Pack moon, Darkscruff, Swiftpaw and Snowtooth, where to chase the herd, so the weak deer would fall behind, and once separated from the herd, pack wind, which consists of me, Darejaw and the pup, Treehide, had the job of chasing and taking down the selected deer.

As I looked sideways at Treehide, I saw that he was staring straight at the herd, ears pricked up. I was wondering what his adult name would be as I noticed pack moon had chased the herd, and an adult was limping behind. As pack moon chased away the rest of the herd, I started to run forward to lead pack wind, keeping an eye to my right paw side, making sure Darejaw was NEVER in front of me, and consequently NEVER leading the pack in the chase.

Pack moon had done there job well, as the deer herd where now out of site, except one, and that is where I was running to.

I leapt.

I hit the deer’s rump hard, and flipped over it. The lame deer span round, losing its footing and then was slammed into by Darejaw, his teeth literally skinning the deer, but didn’t penetrate. For once, he had followed orders, and Treehide was ready for his fist kill… BANG.

Treehide reared back, and ran, as a tall tailless animal approached, holding an object that shone like the moon. Pack moon was just arriving when the noise killed the deer, and they had fled. Treehide, petrified, had to be dragged away by his scruff. Today wouldn’t be the day Treehide would become an adult. I wanted to attack the… thing… but didn’t. My ancestors had told rumours about a greater animal than the honourable wolf, and now I know why. These where the animals who threw moon and sun, these where the animals witch could kill by moving a finger, these where the animals that let us starve for a day and these where the animals that denied tree hide’s adulthood.

Back in the clearing, I stood and looked at the pack.

“Brothers,” I started, and then stopped. “, where’s Darejaw?”

Second account

Rebellious wolf

Gray claw was staring smugly at the herd of deer he had found. Of course I, Darejaw had smelt it long before, but noting that his nose was as good as an elk’s butt muscle was probably not the best thing to say in front of the pup. Treehide was ignoring grey claw, at last, and was also staring at the herd. Pack moon was running towards the herd, and I, being me, spotted the dumb damaged beast before it started to run like a three legged elk.

I was still examining the hurt beast when grey claw ran, so of course, I followed him. Being the ignorant boar he was, he kept speeding up; to childish to show I was faster than him. While running towards the beast I considered my position in the pack.

Top

Or I should be, but grey claw was leader, as he kept finding food for the pack, but I know he was just watching MY nose, and following MY sent, while staying in front of me.

After me should be Treehide, a young pup not yet tainted by grey claw’s ways.

After him would be Snowtooth, A useful wolf, ready to work even in snow.

Darkscruff would be next. He reminds me of… me, huge, powerful; the only thing he lacks is the brainpower. Swiftpaw next to last, as there will be no need for running long distances, all my hunts will be successful, but at least he’s honest

Finally, last and by all means least, grey claw, the un-honourable fake alpha wolf.

I came back from my daydream to find the deer upon me. I lashed out as fast as I could, but not fast enough. A ran right over the deer, which was falling over from the ferocity of my quick attack, and Treehide stood by it.

 He was just about to take MY kill when… BANG.

The deer shuddered, and lay still.

I could see another beast, holding what looked like a piece of moon, all silvery. I heard a yelp and turned around to find pack air or something running away, and tuning back, I saw grey claw stare down the beast.

I bet he was thinking of some heroic lie to tell the pack, like he looked into the eye of the moon itself, or a god who was so scared he chucked the piece of moon he stole into the air and legged it. What was important was he ran and I stayed put. Then as he pointed the moon shard at me, I ran to catch up with the tribe so I could boast about not running of.

As a wolf, I knew all the dangers of being pack less, or alone, but that didn’t worry me, for I am Darejaw, the greatest wolf that ever liv-

I was tumbling over and over, something dared attack me! I tried to look at my attacker but was literally lifted of my feet, twisting in the grip of the beast just let his claws sink further into my skin, and with one final twist, I saw an eagle. This brave twist ripped my fur and the eagle let go, and I plummeted. Down, down, down, down, down. Approaching the ground, I saw the beast with the moon, and another beast, which the eagle flew back to, and in my final moments, I saw my pack retreating into the forest, abandoning me…

3^rd account

A wolf hunter

HUNTER BREAKS WORLD RECORD FOR MOST GAME KILLED IN A DAY

On the 23^rd of January, 2010, a lone man called bobby Wilson, age 32, broke the world record of 24 kills of wolf in one day…

I, bobby Wilson watched the wolf pack in interest, looking for a wolf to shoot. In theory, this isn’t hard, but in my mind, only a certain type of wolf will fit “bob’s fit for shooting” list.

They have to be brown; otherwise my wife says I am no better than a common wolf hunter.

They have to have 4 legs; otherwise my wife says I can’t shoot a moving wolf

They must not be old; otherwise my wife says that I can’t take on things younger than me.

The list goes on and on and on.

The wolf pack had started to run towards the herd of deer, and I aimed my gun, none of them where brown. I lowered it. As the herd of deer ran away, another pack of wolves started to run towards a lone deer. A younger wolf, with 4 legs and brown fur, was running at the back of the pack, and that’s what I aimed at.

I raised my gun, took aim, and missed. Instead I hit the deer he was in front of him.

It was a kill, I thought, and since the wolves where running away, I might as well grab the deer.

As I approached I saw a wolf, who looked petrified, like a wooden sculpture, so I raised my gun at it, than it ran.

Oh well, maybe I can say I need glasses to my wife, there will be no supper for me. I thought I heard an eagle, and so I looked up, to see a wolf, falling. Yes… it is a wolf. Yes, maybe I will have supper tonight. Now, how far to I have to run so it misses me?

4^th account

An ecologist

As I sipped my bug riddled tea, and held onto my broken phone, I remarked sarcastically to no one in particular, “I love being an ecologist.”

My jeep had run out of fuel in the middle of the forest I decided to look for unusual behaviour in the herd of deer about 40 meters away, and to no surprise, found none. So instead, I took out my pen and wrote what millions before me have wrote, a study of what the deer is doing…

And after 15 minuets of studying the deer, I came up with this document.

The deer are eating.

 That’s it. As I emptied my cup, I could have sworn I heard hordes of bugs sighing in relief, so filled it up with more tea and bug hell was back in business. I kept watching a frog for some reason or other, then looked at the deer again. But unknown to me, it stuck its tongue into my tea, to pick out a bug that had died, and hoped back to where it was. I heard it moving, but every time I turned around, it was back to the same point… it was mocking me.

That’s when something finally happened.

A pack of wolves ran out of the trees straight towards the deer, which in turn, scattered. A second pack of wolves ran out from a different direction, and I wondered if there would be a wolf fight. While the first pack chased the whole herd, the second pack was aiming for one deer. Two wolves smashed consecutively into the deer, witch span around, and fell, where a third wolf slowed down and stood before it, I then, 

BANG.

A gunshot rung around the forest, and the wolf fell back. At first I thought the wolf had been shot, and I was really annoyed at the firer, but then the wolf got up and ran. And a man walked into the clearing. I sipped my tea angrily, it had a strange taste, and the frog seemed to laugh at me, and then it hopped away.

I stood up and I went to put my coffee cup in my tent, as I did a wolf crashed into it, probably dropped by a golden eagle, smashing it to pieces. Oh how I love being an ecologist

5^th account

The wolves prey, a deer

Munch… Munch… Munch… Munch… Munch…………

Grass is good, I like grass. J 

Munch… I wonder how the other deer like there grass.

Munch… Munch… I like it fresh.

Other deer are moving away, I will follow.

My leg hurts. L

A grey deer is chasing me.

Is it a game? J

My friends are getting far away, I should follow.

I wonder what the grey deer wants to play.

Maybe I should play, and then catch up with my friends?

No, I will play with him later.

Grey deer ran past.

Grey deer don’t wan to play with ME L

More grey deer arrive.

Maybe they will play with me J

Friend deer’s are further away L

He caught me, he pushed me. L

The grey deer isn’t very nice.

I don’t want to play. I want to find my friends.

Another grey deer is running towards me.

I wonder if HE wants to play nice.

He tried to bite me! L L

He isn’t very nice.

Another grey deer is running towards me.

Will he be as mean as the other grey deer?

There is another deer, brown, running across the trees.

The brown deer is running in the air now.

I wonder is the brown deer wants to play with me or the grey deer.

Grey deer 111 has reached me.

He isn’t biting me…

HE wants to play nice with me. J

I have a new friend.

I wonder what he wants to pla-

BANG.

A fast deer hit me.

I am hurting. L

The brown deer is closer. His front legs are huge.

The grey deer ran.

I am hurt. L L

Pale deer is walking towards me.

Brown deer reaches grey deer

Everything is black.  

Is this a game?

I don’t want to play L L L

6^th account

Another deer

Munch… Munch… Munch… Munch… Munch…………

I am next to friend deer.

I am also next to another friend deer,

And another…

The trees are moving?

The trees can’t move.

It’s a grey deer!

A grey deer is running towards me.

Grey deer are bad.

Grey deer have fangs (‘,..,’)

I better run.

Friend deer has hurt leg.

Friend deer can’t run.

Grey deer will get friend deer.

Grey deer are closer, I must run

Run…

Will friend deer be safe?

Grey deer have reached me, they forgot about friend deer.

J

I will run!

Friend deer is safe

Foot 1 forward.

Foot 1111 backwards.

Foot 11 forward.

Foot 1 backwards

Foot 111 forward

Foot 11 backwards

Foot 1111 forwards

Foot 111 backwards

Foot 1 forward.

Foot 1111 backwards…

I have run away.

Grey deer are running away.

Let’s go to friend deer.

Friend deer 11 can follow.

So can friend deer111 and deer 1111…

Let’s run.

Foot 1111 backwards………

We are here.

Friend deer is sleeping.

I wake friend deer.

Friend deer won’t wake.

Friend deer has been sleeping in red water…

Red water kills deer...

Friend deer is dead. L

Grey deer noticed friend deer.

I don’t like grey deer.

There is a brown deer, running on air… holding grey deer?

Grey deer is now running on air.

Grey deer is running downwards.

Grey deer is hurt, and hits ground.

Grey deer is dead J

Red water makes sure of it.