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Time to embark on an extended journey over the sea of original writing.
Don't forget your buoys and tank suits! Celluloid ducks accepted!
We'll visit marvellous islands where words nest and quills soar.
Come and hear the fairy tales that the grammar mermaids sing!
Come and seek the hidden treasure chest filled with medals and goodies.
Good luck!
Don't forget your buoys and tank suits! Celluloid ducks accepted!
We'll visit marvellous islands where words nest and quills soar.
Come and hear the fairy tales that the grammar mermaids sing!
Come and seek the hidden treasure chest filled with medals and goodies.
Good luck!
If I can figure out a way to make horses sound vaguely like not-horses, I can make this work.
Search: anypony
Replace: anyhuman(?)
...yeah, I'll need all five days for this.
Search: anypony
Replace: anyhuman(?)
...yeah, I'll need all five days for this.
>>Trick_Question
Yeah that’s right, I don’t glance much on to pony rounds these days.
But I can’t wait to read your entry!
Yeah that’s right, I don’t glance much on to pony rounds these days.
But I can’t wait to read your entry!
>>Monokeras
It's not a done deal yet, to be fair. Nonpony rounds don't inspire me much, so it's quite likely I'll skip. But, you never know.
It's not a done deal yet, to be fair. Nonpony rounds don't inspire me much, so it's quite likely I'll skip. But, you never know.
And once again I'm a day late for prompt submissions and only barely in time to vote...
Let's see what promt wins, I have some vague ideas for a lot of these this time.
Let's see what promt wins, I have some vague ideas for a lot of these this time.
>>Trick_Question
I'm sure that if everyone here decided to go down on their knees and beseech you to partake, you would cave in :p
I'm sure that if everyone here decided to go down on their knees and beseech you to partake, you would cave in :p
Be Prepared On a Guided Tour of the Pit. Week After Week, It Stirs the Forest Darkness…
“Come Along With Me. It’s Not What It Looks Like.”
“You Wouldn’t Say That. It’s Exactly What It Looks Like.”
“Trigger Snappy? Fire, Once Upon a Burning Sky. The Missile Knows Where It Is. Ex Astris Scientia!”
“Were It So Easy. Contraindication…”
“Break It Down, Electrical Heart. The Devil’s in the Details.”
“More Precious than Silver and Gold… The Metaphor Turned Literal.”
“Omen? Crime of Passion?”
“Bitter Winds. Winter… isn’t coming.”
“Well, Stack my Pancakes.”
“Come Along With Me. It’s Not What It Looks Like.”
“You Wouldn’t Say That. It’s Exactly What It Looks Like.”
“Trigger Snappy? Fire, Once Upon a Burning Sky. The Missile Knows Where It Is. Ex Astris Scientia!”
“Were It So Easy. Contraindication…”
“Break It Down, Electrical Heart. The Devil’s in the Details.”
“More Precious than Silver and Gold… The Metaphor Turned Literal.”
“Omen? Crime of Passion?”
“Bitter Winds. Winter… isn’t coming.”
“Well, Stack my Pancakes.”
>>GroaningGreyAgony
Electrical Heart Fire - The story of a select group of physicians and their struggle with a flamable patient.
Crime of Passion Bitter Winds - Two electrical engineers carry out an illicit midnight rendezvous in a wind turbine space, unaware of the oncoming tornado that will turn their world upside-down. Literally.
On a Guided Tour of the Pit, Week After Week - A Disney Jungle Cruise Guide dies, and find his job in the afterlife is not really that different than before.
Be Prepared, Winter Isn't Coming - Global Warming comes to Siberia. It isn't all bad.
Electrical Heart Fire - The story of a select group of physicians and their struggle with a flamable patient.
Crime of Passion Bitter Winds - Two electrical engineers carry out an illicit midnight rendezvous in a wind turbine space, unaware of the oncoming tornado that will turn their world upside-down. Literally.
On a Guided Tour of the Pit, Week After Week - A Disney Jungle Cruise Guide dies, and find his job in the afterlife is not really that different than before.
Be Prepared, Winter Isn't Coming - Global Warming comes to Siberia. It isn't all bad.
I'm definitely going to try doing something for this. Might help with a few ideas for my thesis.
Out of curiosity, the voting results show a 3-way tie at 10 votes. So did the system pick a winner at random?
Despite all his restless attempts, he was never able to get it right. The clocks of the world worked tirelessly against him. The hours came and went without even a greeting. Stuck in a forgotten cubicle in some long-lost corner of the universe, he was trapped in a changeless cage, equipped with only his grease-stained mouse, his dusty keyboard and a buzzing monitor— the only window he had left to the outside world.
Each new day brought a new scenery beyond the digital blinds; the temptation was barely out of his reach. He stared on in jealousy, and in what few moments interspersed amid the lackadaisical dullness of his life, he felt the urge to smash his keyboard against the monitor. Of course, like with most men, he never had the courage, all of it lost to trends masquerading as human nature.
Voyeurism aside, he also found time to look into himself. To vivisect his amorphous principles and precious philosophies as he went by his day-to-day. Sometimes, the depths of his operation warranted a stern warning from life's many managers, but he paid no heed to them. He only asked for a minute of selfishness every day, a minute to align his sullen world with the vivacity on his screen. Was that really too much to ask?
In time, those worlds collided, a slow-motion car crash, and change finally took place as the world outside began to merge with the world within him. The plaster of the cubicle crumbled away, only to swoop back and constrict him from the waist down. The mouse and keyboard sunk into him, the wires and keys intertwining with his tendons and bones. The monitor stood by his side and showed the world within him pulsating, reverberating, resonating, and when the time came where it would pulse no more, he could only confide in his doctor — a mere stranger — with his last words.
"Look at the first letter of each paragraph."
Each new day brought a new scenery beyond the digital blinds; the temptation was barely out of his reach. He stared on in jealousy, and in what few moments interspersed amid the lackadaisical dullness of his life, he felt the urge to smash his keyboard against the monitor. Of course, like with most men, he never had the courage, all of it lost to trends masquerading as human nature.
Voyeurism aside, he also found time to look into himself. To vivisect his amorphous principles and precious philosophies as he went by his day-to-day. Sometimes, the depths of his operation warranted a stern warning from life's many managers, but he paid no heed to them. He only asked for a minute of selfishness every day, a minute to align his sullen world with the vivacity on his screen. Was that really too much to ask?
In time, those worlds collided, a slow-motion car crash, and change finally took place as the world outside began to merge with the world within him. The plaster of the cubicle crumbled away, only to swoop back and constrict him from the waist down. The mouse and keyboard sunk into him, the wires and keys intertwining with his tendons and bones. The monitor stood by his side and showed the world within him pulsating, reverberating, resonating, and when the time came where it would pulse no more, he could only confide in his doctor — a mere stranger — with his last words.
"Look at the first letter of each paragraph."
A largely facetious:
Site improvement suggestion for Roger--a "down thumb" for prompt suggestions. 'Cause I'm currently on my third attempt at writing something for this one...
Mike
Site improvement suggestion for Roger--a "down thumb" for prompt suggestions. 'Cause I'm currently on my third attempt at writing something for this one...
Mike
In my restless dreams,
I see that place.
Writeoff.me
You promised you'd take me there again someday.
And you totally did. So... uh... great job honey?
I see that place.
Writeoff.me
You promised you'd take me there again someday.
And you totally did. So... uh... great job honey?
>>AndrewRogue
Great job on that rhyming there.
If only there were a place or perhaps, a group where you could put your poetry.
Great job on that rhyming there.
If only there were a place or perhaps, a group where you could put your poetry.
Okay, so since I still don't have any clue what to write for Coffee's SSSS contest, I'm just gonna go ahead and hit you guys with some Mashups.
Torre Vieja Can Be Hell: When a man is put on trial for destroying a old questionably-inhabited tower, lesbian lawyers come to his aid and successfully argue that the resulting influx of souls into hell actually boosted the economy.
The Yadean Phage: The Yadean Repositors assign Young Zzijka to assimilate the remains of a human astronaut's brain, unaware that it was infected with a bone-devouring mind-virus. Zzijka, who has no bones, doesn't particularly mind.
Ripping Up a Haunted House: After paying a hitman to kill her wealthy grandfather, a young woman finds it very hard to move into his large mansion because of a vengeful little kitten named Beans that keeps meowing weird shit like "No vacancy!" and "Liar!".
Lost and Undertones: An Italian art dealer becomes more and more concerned when his recently-acquired painting of a homeless man slowly transforms into a painting of a fifteen year old with cancer.
Torre Vieja Can Be Hell: When a man is put on trial for destroying a old questionably-inhabited tower, lesbian lawyers come to his aid and successfully argue that the resulting influx of souls into hell actually boosted the economy.
The Yadean Phage: The Yadean Repositors assign Young Zzijka to assimilate the remains of a human astronaut's brain, unaware that it was infected with a bone-devouring mind-virus. Zzijka, who has no bones, doesn't particularly mind.
Ripping Up a Haunted House: After paying a hitman to kill her wealthy grandfather, a young woman finds it very hard to move into his large mansion because of a vengeful little kitten named Beans that keeps meowing weird shit like "No vacancy!" and "Liar!".
Lost and Undertones: An Italian art dealer becomes more and more concerned when his recently-acquired painting of a homeless man slowly transforms into a painting of a fifteen year old with cancer.
Grats to everyone and sorry for being dead this round. I thought I was over this bug and instead came back with a vengeance. If anyone who did not get a review from me would like one, ask and I will do so once I feel better.