Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Ahem.

He didn't.

He didn't let me know.

And now I'm late to be party.

And it's all Buk's blasted fault.

BUTIAMHERENOW PEOPLE YYEEEAAAAAGGGHHH LATESZ GOoOo-

Redact all this. It's actually my fault.

I didn't have notifs on

 

[Bakbuk]

Same to you! How's it going? I either totally missed the memo or just plain forgot that you'd been shipped off to boarding school. How's that been treating you?

It's been EPIC. Literally like-- best schoolyear ever.

 

[SunriseChickers]

It's been EPIC. Literally like-- best schoolyear ever.

That's awesome to hear! I just finished up a year doing two classes at a local private Christian school. It was an interesting experience, for sure.

 

[-Shade-]

Ahem.

He didn't.

He didn't let me know.

And now I'm late to be party.

And it's all Buk's blasted fault.

BUTIAMHERENOW PEOPLE YYEEEAAAAAGGGHHH LATESZ GOoOo-

Cap be like-

His parents were like, "Dude, we have had enough-"
Booted him right out.

This.

For real, calm down, it's getting A LITTLETOOPERSONAL, Taber, JUST CHILL.

Me:

-This

 

[Bakbuk]

A little story thingy just for fun

Spoiler: Tagz

@Blue Raptor @-Kiwi- @_-Captain BRM-_ @Isabella6Storm4 @Amer @RDchicken99 @Lacy Duckwing @-Shade-

Spoiler: Story (Warning: it's long as heck 😭)

It was the hour before dawn in the Poison Jungle.

All was still except for the quiet chirping of a single treefrog.
Glancing upward from his perch in an understory shrub, the little amphibian settled his gaze upon a giant strangler fig. Having choked the life out of the ponderous tree it grew up on over three hundred years before, it now stood solid on its own, massive root systems elevating its crown above the canopy of the forest.

But strangely enough- it didn't seem to be hollow, at least to the outside appearance. Looking closely, one could see vines woven thickly through the gaps between the roots, closing the outside spaces and leaving the inside open.
But that wasn't nature. Nature was random, and to the casual observer, rather dominated by entropy.
But this wasn't random. This was intentional.

If one had approached the tree, they would've found that the woven vines extended all the way up, almost to the top. All but in three spots; one being at the forest floor, the next at the top of the understory, and the last being centered in the middle of the canopy. Having the appearance of doors (for so they were), they all lined up perfectly, facing the rising sun to the east.

Inside the hollow were rooms furnished to be a living space. Woven ladders connected five stories of rooms inside the hollow tree.
In the uppermost room sat a large bowl made (again) out of thick, woody vines. It was lined with green plants and spongy leaves, especially at the bottom. In the center of all this sat a rather sizable, elliptical egg; myrtle green with streaks of brown running vertically through it.

Soft hues of pink, orange and yellow crept into the eastern horizon, displacing the fading stars as the colors of sunrise strengthened and brightened.

In the room below, a Leafwing dragoness stirred. Her mate lay beside her, his heavy, regular breathing a sure sign of his undisturbed slumber. Yawning, she stood and climbed up the ladder of plant tendrils quietly so as not to wake him, and emerged in the room above.

She walked over to the nest and peered over the rim. The egg sat peacefully, never once moving, the same as it always had. "Always." The dragon chuckled softly to herself. Always as of three hundred and sixty-three days ago. Her expression brightened slightly. It had been almost a year now, according to the faithful tally marks engraved on the wall behind her. It could only be but a few more days now. Liana smiled. She was going to be a mother. The concept was still so strange, yet so amazing to her.

Kudzu awakened to the obnoxious, noisy call of a flycatcher outside his window. Blinking, he stretched and looked around. Not seeing his mate, he decided to climb upstairs where he knew she would undoubtedly be.

Liana heard the dragon walk up behind her and come to gaze over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to face him. "It's beautiful, isn't it." She said, smiling. Kudzu simply nodded, his face radiating delight and pride. The dragoness turned back towards the egg. "Did you know that it's been almost a year now? Almost a year it's been sitting, waiting, growing. It's only going to be a few more days until we have our first dragonet."
Kudzu grinned. "Well, are you ready?" he asked, hugging her close to him. "As ready as I'll probably ever be." Liana laughed sheepishly. "I don't really know though. I've never been a mom before." The male looked down at her. "I think you're going to do a great job." He said, smiling again.

They sat and stared at the egg for a long time after, neither saying a word.

Finally Liana broke the silence. "I like the brown streaks in the shell." She said, motioning towards it. "It reminds me of that one tree they have in Dragonfly Bay-- the one with the big, exposed roots. What's it called again?" She asked, turning towards her mate.
"Umm.... are you talking about the mangrove?" he asked.
"Nooo... not the mangrove. It was something bigger, more in the swampland." she replied.
They both sat in puzzled silence for a moment.
"Oh!" Kudzu exclaimed, remembering. "Was it the cyprus tree?"
"Yeah, that was it." Liana said. "cyprus." she giggled. "He looks like a little cyprus."

Another silence.

"You know-- that would be a pretty good name." The male dragon said slowly.
"What, Cyprus?" She pondered the idea for a moment. "You know what-- I actually really like that. Sounds good to me." Liana nodded.
"Cyprus it is." Kudzu affirmed.

The pair turned to go, their hungry stomachs demanding for breakfast to be delivered promptly.
Just before she exited the room, Liana looked back over her shoulder.
"Well, little Cyprus." she whispered. "I sure hope you hatch soon."

Once again, the room was empty, dark and quiet.
And it remained that way for nearly an hour.

Then, the egg began to stir. Wobbling slightly, and then increasingly more, a crack started to appear in the top of the shell. Widening, the fissure slowly gave way to a little snout that was stubbornly whacking away at it. circling the upper portion of the egg, the crack soon became circumferential as the top part suddenly separated from the rest of the shell.
Falling quiet for a moment, the egg laid still.
Then, a verdant, emerald little Leafwing dragonet hesitantly crawled out of it, taking a prolonged look around before climbing up and peeking over the edge of the nest.

And so the life of Cyprus the Leafwing had begun.

 

[RDchicken99]

A little story thingy just for fun

Spoiler: Tagz

@Blue Raptor @-Kiwi- @_-Captain BRM-_ @Isabella6Storm4 @Amer @RDchicken99 @Lacy Duckwing @-Shade-

Spoiler: Story (Warning: it's long as heck 😭)

It was the hour before dawn in the Poison Jungle.

All was still except for the quiet chirping of a single treefrog.
Glancing upward from his perch in an understory shrub, the little amphibian settled his gaze upon a giant strangler fig. Having choked the life out of the ponderous tree it grew up on over three hundred years before, it now stood solid on its own, massive root systems elevating its crown above the canopy of the forest.

But strangely enough- it didn't seem to be hollow, at least to the outside appearance. Looking closely, one could see vines woven thickly through the gaps between the roots, closing the outside spaces and leaving the inside open.
But that wasn't nature. Nature was random, and to the casual observer, rather dominated by entropy.
But this wasn't random. This was intentional.

If one had approached the tree, they would've found that the woven vines extended all the way up, almost to the top. All but in three spots; one being at the forest floor, the next at the top of the understory, and the last being centered in the middle of the canopy. Having the appearance of doors (for so they were), they all lined up perfectly, facing the rising sun to the east.

Inside the hollow were rooms furnished to be a living space. Woven ladders connected five stories of rooms inside the hollow tree.
In the uppermost room sat a large bowl made (again) out of thick, woody vines. It was lined with green plants and spongy leaves, especially at the bottom. In the center of all this sat a rather sizable, elliptical egg; myrtle green with streaks of brown running vertically through it.

Soft hues of pink, orange and yellow crept into the eastern horizon, displacing the fading stars as the colors of sunrise strengthened and brightened.

In the room below, a Leafwing dragoness stirred. Her mate lay beside her, his heavy, regular breathing a sure sign of his undisturbed slumber. Yawning, she stood and climbed up the ladder of plant tendrils quietly so as not to wake him, and emerged in the room above.

She walked over to the nest and peered over the rim. The egg sat peacefully, never once moving, the same as it always had. "Always." The dragon chuckled softly to herself. Always as of three hundred and sixty-three days ago. Her expression brightened slightly. It had been almost a year now, according to the faithful tally marks engraved on the wall behind her. It could only be but a few more days now. Liana smiled. She was going to be a mother. The concept was still so strange, yet so amazing to her.

Kudzu awakened to the obnoxious, noisy call of a flycatcher outside his window. Blinking, he stretched and looked around. Not seeing his mate, he decided to climb upstairs where he knew she would undoubtedly be.

Liana heard the dragon walk up behind her and come to gaze over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to face him. "It's beautiful, isn't it." She said, smiling. Kudzu simply nodded, his face radiating delight and pride. The dragoness turned back towards the egg. "Did you know that it's been almost a year now? Almost a year it's been sitting, waiting, growing. It's only going to be a few more days until we have our first dragonet."
Kudzu grinned. "Well, are you ready?" he asked, hugging her close to him. "As ready as I'll probably ever be." Liana laughed sheepishly. "I don't really know though. I've never been a mom before." The male looked down at her. "I think you're going to do a great job." He said, smiling again.

They sat and stared at the egg for a long time after, neither saying a word.
Finally Liana broke the silence. "I like the brown streaks in the shell." She said, motioning towards it. "It reminds me of that one tree they have in Dragonfly Bay-- the one with the big, exposed roots. What's it called again?" She asked, turning towards her mate.
"Umm.... are you talking about the mangrove?" he asked.
"Nooo... not the mangrove. It was something bigger, more in the swampland." she replied.
They both sat in puzzled silence for a moment.
"Oh!" Kudzu exclaimed, remembering. "Was it the cyprus tree?"
"Yeah, that was it." Liana said. "cyprus." she giggled. "He looks like a little cyprus."
Another silence.
"You know-- that would be a pretty good name." The male dragon said slowly.
"What, Cyprus?" She pondered the idea for a moment. "You know what-- I actually really like that. Sounds good to me." Liana nodded.
"Cyprus it is." Kudzu affirmed.

The pair turned to go, their hungry stomachs demanding for breakfast to be delivered promptly.
Just before she exited the room, Liana looked back over her shoulder.
"Well, little Cyprus." she whispered. "I sure hope you hatch soon."

Once again, the room was empty, dark and quiet.
And it remained that way for nearly an hour.

Then, the egg began to stir. Wobbling slightly, and then increasingly more, a crack started to appear in the top of the shell. Widening, the fissure slowly gave way to a little snout that was stubbornly whacking away at it. circling the upper portion of the egg, the crack soon became circumferential as the top part suddenly separated from the rest of the shell.
Falling quiet for a moment, the egg laid still.
Then, a verdant, emerald little Leafwing dragonet hesitantly crawled out of it, taking a prolonged look around before climbing up and peeking over the edge of the nest.

And so the life of Cyprus the Leafwing had begun.

Cyprus!
I want to live in their hollow tree house so badly.

 

[Blue Raptor]

A little story thingy just for fun

Spoiler: Tagz

@Blue Raptor @-Kiwi- @_-Captain BRM-_ @Isabella6Storm4 @Amer @RDchicken99 @Lacy Duckwing @-Shade-

Spoiler: Story (Warning: it's long as heck 😭)

It was the hour before dawn in the Poison Jungle.

All was still except for the quiet chirping of a single treefrog.
Glancing upward from his perch in an understory shrub, the little amphibian settled his gaze upon a giant strangler fig. Having choked the life out of the ponderous tree it grew up on over three hundred years before, it now stood solid on its own, massive root systems elevating its crown above the canopy of the forest.

But strangely enough- it didn't seem to be hollow, at least to the outside appearance. Looking closely, one could see vines woven thickly through the gaps between the roots, closing the outside spaces and leaving the inside open.
But that wasn't nature. Nature was random, and to the casual observer, rather dominated by entropy.
But this wasn't random. This was intentional.

If one had approached the tree, they would've found that the woven vines extended all the way up, almost to the top. All but in three spots; one being at the forest floor, the next at the top of the understory, and the last being centered in the middle of the canopy. Having the appearance of doors (for so they were), they all lined up perfectly, facing the rising sun to the east.

Inside the hollow were rooms furnished to be a living space. Woven ladders connected five stories of rooms inside the hollow tree.
In the uppermost room sat a large bowl made (again) out of thick, woody vines. It was lined with green plants and spongy leaves, especially at the bottom. In the center of all this sat a rather sizable, elliptical egg; myrtle green with streaks of brown running vertically through it.

Soft hues of pink, orange and yellow crept into the eastern horizon, displacing the fading stars as the colors of sunrise strengthened and brightened.

In the room below, a Leafwing dragoness stirred. Her mate lay beside her, his heavy, regular breathing a sure sign of his undisturbed slumber. Yawning, she stood and climbed up the ladder of plant tendrils quietly so as not to wake him, and emerged in the room above.

She walked over to the nest and peered over the rim. The egg sat peacefully, never once moving, the same as it always had. "Always." The dragon chuckled softly to herself. Always as of three hundred and sixty-three days ago. Her expression brightened slightly. It had been almost a year now, according to the faithful tally marks engraved on the wall behind her. It could only be but a few more days now. Liana smiled. She was going to be a mother. The concept was still so strange, yet so amazing to her.

Kudzu awakened to the obnoxious, noisy call of a flycatcher outside his window. Blinking, he stretched and looked around. Not seeing his mate, he decided to climb upstairs where he knew she would undoubtedly be.

Liana heard the dragon walk up behind her and come to gaze over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to face him. "It's beautiful, isn't it." She said, smiling. Kudzu simply nodded, his face radiating delight and pride. The dragoness turned back towards the egg. "Did you know that it's been almost a year now? Almost a year it's been sitting, waiting, growing. It's only going to be a few more days until we have our first dragonet."
Kudzu grinned. "Well, are you ready?" he asked, hugging her close to him. "As ready as I'll probably ever be." Liana laughed sheepishly. "I don't really know though. I've never been a mom before." The male looked down at her. "I think you're going to do a great job." He said, smiling again.

They sat and stared at the egg for a long time after, neither saying a word.
Finally Liana broke the silence. "I like the brown streaks in the shell." She said, motioning towards it. "It reminds me of that one tree they have in Dragonfly Bay-- the one with the big, exposed roots. What's it called again?" She asked, turning towards her mate.
"Umm.... are you talking about the mangrove?" he asked.
"Nooo... not the mangrove. It was something bigger, more in the swampland." she replied.
They both sat in puzzled silence for a moment.
"Oh!" Kudzu exclaimed, remembering. "Was it the cyprus tree?"
"Yeah, that was it." Liana said. "cyprus." she giggled. "He looks like a little cyprus."
Another silence.
"You know-- that would be a pretty good name." The male dragon said slowly.
"What, Cyprus?" She pondered the idea for a moment. "You know what-- I actually really like that. Sounds good to me." Liana nodded.
"Cyprus it is." Kudzu affirmed.

The pair turned to go, their hungry stomachs demanding for breakfast to be delivered promptly.
Just before she exited the room, Liana looked back over her shoulder.
"Well, little Cyprus." she whispered. "I sure hope you hatch soon."

Once again, the room was empty, dark and quiet.
And it remained that way for nearly an hour.

Then, the egg began to stir. Wobbling slightly, and then increasingly more, a crack started to appear in the top of the shell. Widening, the fissure slowly gave way to a little snout that was stubbornly whacking away at it. circling the upper portion of the egg, the crack soon became circumferential as the top part suddenly separated from the rest of the shell.
Falling quiet for a moment, the egg laid still.
Then, a verdant, emerald little Leafwing dragonet hesitantly crawled out of it, taking a prolonged look around before climbing up and peeking over the edge of the nest.

And so the life of Cyprus the Leafwing had begun.

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[SunriseChickers]

A little story thingy just for fun

Spoiler: Tagz

@Blue Raptor @-Kiwi- @_-Captain BRM-_ @Isabella6Storm4 @Amer @RDchicken99 @Lacy Duckwing @-Shade-

Spoiler: Story (Warning: it's long as heck 😭)

It was the hour before dawn in the Poison Jungle.

All was still except for the quiet chirping of a single treefrog.
Glancing upward from his perch in an understory shrub, the little amphibian settled his gaze upon a giant strangler fig. Having choked the life out of the ponderous tree it grew up on over three hundred years before, it now stood solid on its own, massive root systems elevating its crown above the canopy of the forest.

But strangely enough- it didn't seem to be hollow, at least to the outside appearance. Looking closely, one could see vines woven thickly through the gaps between the roots, closing the outside spaces and leaving the inside open.
But that wasn't nature. Nature was random, and to the casual observer, rather dominated by entropy.
But this wasn't random. This was intentional.

If one had approached the tree, they would've found that the woven vines extended all the way up, almost to the top. All but in three spots; one being at the forest floor, the next at the top of the understory, and the last being centered in the middle of the canopy. Having the appearance of doors (for so they were), they all lined up perfectly, facing the rising sun to the east.

Inside the hollow were rooms furnished to be a living space. Woven ladders connected five stories of rooms inside the hollow tree.
In the uppermost room sat a large bowl made (again) out of thick, woody vines. It was lined with green plants and spongy leaves, especially at the bottom. In the center of all this sat a rather sizable, elliptical egg; myrtle green with streaks of brown running vertically through it.

Soft hues of pink, orange and yellow crept into the eastern horizon, displacing the fading stars as the colors of sunrise strengthened and brightened.

In the room below, a Leafwing dragoness stirred. Her mate lay beside her, his heavy, regular breathing a sure sign of his undisturbed slumber. Yawning, she stood and climbed up the ladder of plant tendrils quietly so as not to wake him, and emerged in the room above.

She walked over to the nest and peered over the rim. The egg sat peacefully, never once moving, the same as it always had. "Always." The dragon chuckled softly to herself. Always as of three hundred and sixty-three days ago. Her expression brightened slightly. It had been almost a year now, according to the faithful tally marks engraved on the wall behind her. It could only be but a few more days now. Liana smiled. She was going to be a mother. The concept was still so strange, yet so amazing to her.

Kudzu awakened to the obnoxious, noisy call of a flycatcher outside his window. Blinking, he stretched and looked around. Not seeing his mate, he decided to climb upstairs where he knew she would undoubtedly be.

Liana heard the dragon walk up behind her and come to gaze over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to face him. "It's beautiful, isn't it." She said, smiling. Kudzu simply nodded, his face radiating delight and pride. The dragoness turned back towards the egg. "Did you know that it's been almost a year now? Almost a year it's been sitting, waiting, growing. It's only going to be a few more days until we have our first dragonet."
Kudzu grinned. "Well, are you ready?" he asked, hugging her close to him. "As ready as I'll probably ever be." Liana laughed sheepishly. "I don't really know though. I've never been a mom before." The male looked down at her. "I think you're going to do a great job." He said, smiling again.

They sat and stared at the egg for a long time after, neither saying a word.

Finally Liana broke the silence. "I like the brown streaks in the shell." She said, motioning towards it. "It reminds me of that one tree they have in Dragonfly Bay-- the one with the big, exposed roots. What's it called again?" She asked, turning towards her mate.
"Umm.... are you talking about the mangrove?" he asked.
"Nooo... not the mangrove. It was something bigger, more in the swampland." she replied.
They both sat in puzzled silence for a moment.
"Oh!" Kudzu exclaimed, remembering. "Was it the cyprus tree?"
"Yeah, that was it." Liana said. "cyprus." she giggled. "He looks like a little cyprus."

Another silence.

"You know-- that would be a pretty good name." The male dragon said slowly.
"What, Cyprus?" She pondered the idea for a moment. "You know what-- I actually really like that. Sounds good to me." Liana nodded.
"Cyprus it is." Kudzu affirmed.

The pair turned to go, their hungry stomachs demanding for breakfast to be delivered promptly.
Just before she exited the room, Liana looked back over her shoulder.
"Well, little Cyprus." she whispered. "I sure hope you hatch soon."

Once again, the room was empty, dark and quiet.
And it remained that way for nearly an hour.

Then, the egg began to stir. Wobbling slightly, and then increasingly more, a crack started to appear in the top of the shell. Widening, the fissure slowly gave way to a little snout that was stubbornly whacking away at it. circling the upper portion of the egg, the crack soon became circumferential as the top part suddenly separated from the rest of the shell.
Falling quiet for a moment, the egg laid still.
Then, a verdant, emerald little Leafwing dragonet hesitantly crawled out of it, taking a prolonged look around before climbing up and peeking over the edge of the nest.

And so the life of Cyprus the Leafwing had begun.

POV: You weren't tagged and had to sift through notifications to locate things.

 

[Bakbuk]

POV: You weren't tagged and had to sift through notifications to locate things.

My bad lol. I was mostly just tagging people that knew or had relevance to the characters in this particular story.

 

[MamaPoult]

Ooooooooooooooh is this still going on?? I would love to participate if so!