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Hello everyone!
...Why do I always start my threads with a greeting? It feels awkward without it, but then again my mumbling and musing about why I always start my threads with a greeting is awkward--yeah let me just stop.
Anyways, I'm offering written picturings! No, these aren't the usual---wait this sounds familiar to someone else's thread. Let me try again.
❄ahem❄ So, written picturings. I'm not talking about the written descriptions thread (which I might do in the future, I just haven't because I suck at describing humans), I'm talking about little short stories, or scenes, someone writes that feel connected with you.
They basically just write a scene or little bit of dialogue/story inspired by your name. Ex. people would usually...write...scenes from Frozen...when they saw my name.
Ignoring that part, I'll be offering written picturings here, and feel free to give them here!
That is, if this doesn't die like all the other threads I've been posting lately ._.
submitted by Icy, age 14, The Forest
(January 12, 2019 - 1:11 pm)
(January 12, 2019 - 1:11 pm)
Okay, first, these are amazing and I would love one. Second, Marigold’s and Cassandra’s have inspired me to continue a story I began for myself a while ago; would you mind terribly if I used them? It’s a personal thing, I won’t be showing it to anyone. And third, I have to do one for you now, this is too interesting an idea.
*ahem*
She surprised them by being older. She stood alone under the trees, her hair one of few things that was not tinted blue these days. It was not as cold today as it had been, and if they listened carefully, they thought they could hear water dripping somewhere off the path. It was the faintest and most beautiful music they had ever heard.
The sun shafted in through the snow-bent saplings behind her, casting a long blue shadow before her. The soft drifts of white hid the rough ground in their thickness. It did not occur to them that the gentle curve of the path was unbroken by footprints. They walked up to her, said hello, and explained how they had been waiting. They took her by the hand.
The next morning, when they looked out their window with sleep-filled eyes, they thought the sky had been set on fire.
The song was loud and clear now, as they walked down the path. It carried their steps and tickled their heart. They saw sticks on the ground as they entered the wood.
~What happened? You’re magic, dear, that’s what happened.
(January 13, 2019 - 3:00 pm)
I would love one, please! If you want, you can do infinity instead of Soren. Thanks!
(January 13, 2019 - 4:15 pm)
I know lots of people are asking, but I would like one!
(January 13, 2019 - 5:06 pm)
I'd love a picturing, if you're not too busy?
~Starseeker
(January 14, 2019 - 9:55 am)
Heh, so I know everyone's asking, but (if you have spare time) can you do one for me? Also, can we do ones of here for someone else? For example you, or anyone who has asked and you haven't gotten to yet?
(January 16, 2019 - 11:01 pm)
Yes, you can give picturings. While I'll still be doing everyone who asks (first come, first served), I have no problem with anyone else giving them.
(January 16, 2019 - 11:21 pm)
@Everyone: Just a quick announcement, because I'm doing these via replies, please don't ask for a picturing via reply. No, I'm not mad at anyone who has done this, it's just easier to organize that way. Thank you!
(January 16, 2019 - 11:26 pm)
This looks fun!
I would love to have one!
(January 17, 2019 - 12:07 am)
Hi, Storm Windwhisperer. I'm not Icy, but I wanted to try one of these and you have a pretty awesome name... :) Anyways, here goes:
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A paw hit the ground. The sound echoed through a dark forest, almost shaking the trees. A bird swooped, landing perfectly on the wolves shoulder. A brewer's blackbird, it's purple gloss shone in the moonlight.
The wolf tilted it's head back and howled. The winds picked up and a light rain soon became a storm. Lightning sliced through the air, thunder rumbled like the growl of a great beast. The wolf lowered it's head, turning slightly so it could see the bird.
"Are you ready?" The wolf asked quietly, it's tone tranqil.
The bird looked into the wolf's amber eyes and nodded. It was time.
The wolf turned it's head to look forwards again, and started to trot towards a small hill. It picked up speed, paws slapping agaist the cold ground. It's sharp eyes were focused on the top of the small hill.
As it reached the base of the hill, it bent it's legs, pushed off the ground, and practiclly flew. Soaring through the air, the wolf landed perfectly a quater of the way up the hill. In a couple more bounds, the wolf was at the top, the bird still perched cautiously on the strong, silvery shoulder.
"Now fly. Fly into the storm, for it is your mother and your mother must give you your name." The wolf moved into a stable stance.
"Thank you, Devon. I'm ready as I'll ever be." The bird replied, it's voice strong and confident.
And with one last look, the bird soared into the sky, straight into the awaiting strom.
Years later, the wolf who had carried the bird, the very one, heard of a young blackbird adventurer, who flew with the storms. The legend lived on, the legend called Windwhisperer.
(January 17, 2019 - 4:24 pm)
ooo, that is really good! Thanks!
(January 18, 2019 - 12:14 am)
Oooh, if you don’t mind, could I have one?
<cbdp> CB department? Umm, okaaay.
(January 17, 2019 - 10:48 am)
This is intriguing! Can I please have one?
(January 17, 2019 - 10:51 am)
More clarification, I'm still doing these by replies but since Fleet's was a reply, it's going here. Here you are, Fleet! I had a lot of fun doing this one, trying to fit the theme of a fleet of ships into it:
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A small hand moved the model ship across the board. It was a fine piece of craftsmanship, intricately detailed and definitely not one of the roughly carved toys you might find on the mainland. It ran a small finger over the rigging before positioning the boat over a particularly greenish square of sea.
"Are you... sure about this?" One of the advisors questioned their move. "Do you think I would be here if I weren't?"
A pause. The advisor exhaled slowly, paused, and spoke again. "I see. I'll give the command to move the pod once more." The advisor replied. "Fleet. It's a fleet." They corrected the advisor again. "Er...yes. The fleet." The advisor muttered nervously.
Their eyes lifted to gaze out the window. Already the ships were moving, moving again, their white sails catching the wind. This time, this battle, they couldn't afford to lose another one. And they wouldn't.
(January 17, 2019 - 3:50 pm)
Icy~
A crackling fire danced in the startlingly light blue eyes of a young woman. She smiled at the warmth it offered, because it reflected the goodness of her own soul. Nobody who wanted to know her was disappointed, and those who didn't care to be her friend unwittingly experienced the greatest loss of their pitifully snobbish lives. The young woman's name gave her a different appearence; her name was Icy. Her long, pale-blonde hair streamed down her shoulders like a frozen waterfall, it's iced-over face reflecting a mellow dawn. It shifted as she looked up. A figure was making its way through the snow. She couldn't tell what it was, so she waited where she was while it steadily approached. As it advanced, she began to see what it was. With a gasp, she pulled her coat closer to her shoulders. It was a young man. He looked so... Mature. Hm. Maturity. Icy knew she would someday, too, know and have it for herself. She didn't expect it to come so soon. She gazed down into the fire, the warm, happy, childlike fire. She knew it to be her imagination, alive and bright, full of energy. It kept her sane at times, and she wondered if, somehow, she could take it with her into adulthood. The young man had reached her by now.
"Come on, Icy. I've been looking for you." He held a hand out. Icy gazed up at him. He was handsome, and he had a kind twinkle in his eye. The twinkle came from within, and danced like the fire Icy loved and needed so much. Slowly, she reached for his hand, and when their skin touched she perceived his to be warm, like the fire. When she clasped his hand, for a second she looked back at the fire. It was dying. Greatly alarmed, she let go of the man's hand. The fire continued to die.
"No, no no no no NO!!" She cried, looking around for some flint or wood or anything that would help her revive the fire. It was too late. Smoke rose from the dead logs that were aflame just moments ago. The young man propped Icy's chin up on a finger and turned her head gently to face him. He wiped away a tear that streaked down poor Icy's pale cheek.
"Look," he told Icy. She looked him straight in the eyes. In those dark orbs she saw her reflection. Her own eyes now had a twinkle, a twinkle that danced like the fire. The young man stood, and she did too. "Come on, Icy. I've been looking for you," he repeated, smiling. Icy smiled too, and nodded.
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Your written picturing!
(January 17, 2019 - 5:38 pm)
Thank you so much! I love it--I actually just bookmarked it for further reading. c:
(January 17, 2019 - 9:18 pm)