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This is like Art School made by @Fanci Feathers Marans, but the opposite!
Cuz lotsa people here are skilled at writing, or have multiple talents. :)
Instead of her making a weekly prompt where you draw what is written, you will write what is drawn. I will post an illustration and then everyone can write a story that could lead up to the scene in the illustration. It doesn't have to be a complete story, just a small part of a whole, like a scene in a play. Use as much detail as you can. Expect others to try to help you with your work because they are trying to be helpful. Put it in spoilers to not take up the whole page because if you look at someone's ideas, you lose all your own ideas, same for other people. They can read your awesome work after they are done.
Also, feel free to make your own prompts by putting artwork here, or you can just put up what you are working here.
NO PLAGIARISM GUYS WE JUST WANT TO READ AND WRITE STORIES OK? :p
Here is an example.
@AMERAUCANAS4REAL
Ok, here's the weekly prompt...
His name be Odysseus.
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Odysseus paded slowly through the cave, to find the stones. For a long time, the only sounds were the quiet sound of his paws padding along and the dripping of the ceiling. And the slow beating of his failing heart. The constant dripping was monotonous, adding to the dank feel of the cave, dark claustrophobic. A strange smell drifted into his nose. It triggered a little asthma, and he wheezed. The gas smelled metallic and harsh. The cave was totally black, impossible even for a Kentari to see in, not that his eyes, mostly ruined by the poisonous gasses of the crystal, would have given any succor to him. His other senses gave him a good deal of guidance. Still, miraculously, his poor eyesight detected a faint light in the distant caves beyond, and his nose and eyes streamed. He gathered some glowing crystals, most of them pale yellow-green. He carefully held them in his mouth, the taste of them repulsive, however, these crystals held the power to heal deep wounds. He picked his way through an impossible labyrinth and found himself near the surface. He spat the crystals on the ground in a little cave just inside the tunnel a den of sorts, before stepping out into the light that faintly poured in, onto an outcropping. It was nightime, once again he had forgotten the time between the night before and now.
He lifted his pale, ripped wings reverently.
No one ever seemed to come to his little cave. Crystals hung around his neck, glowing dimly, like the stars above. He felt alone.
Alone in a sky full of stars.
@Randomperson04
Oh he's a cool guy and this is an awesome thread! Let's see what I can do.
@AMERAUCANAS4REAL
Oh he's a cool guy and this is an awesome thread! Let's see what I can do.
:clap
This story is really neat and cool. I think I see some changes you could make though. You could use more exciting word choices instead of "jumped" and "cool." Also, I disagree with the choice of using an interjection at the end. It also seemed to change point of view that way.

@Randomperson04
This story is really neat and cool. I think I see some changes you could make though. You could use more exciting word choices instead of "jumped" and "cool." Also, I disagree with the choice of using an interjection at the end very much. It also seemed to change point of view that way.

Thank you! I'll think about taking your advice!
I also noticed in your story that at the beginning, you wrote "paded" instead of padded at the beginning.


@AMERAUCANAS4REAL
Thank you! I also noticed in your story that at the beginning, you wrote "paded" instead of padded at the beginning.
Oh yeah I'll change that! :D





Well everybody I hope this thread doesn't die like all my role plays!:D
 

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Well since I already know a bit about Odysseus, I guess I'll do my best to make something completely different.

One thing you might want to do when posting the picture is not put your story in the same post. When I reply to it, it opens the spoiler.

His wings folded tightly against his rib cage as he wove through the tree trunks. Graying fur glistened in the moon light that leaked down from the branches above. The forest around him hummed with crickets. The occasional rustling leaves as mice scurried away from him tickled his ears. He wasn't here for them though. Tonight he had other plans.

Odysseus padded closer to the edge of the forest. The crickets though still playing their song were unheard by him, as he focused his ears on the breathing of the sleeping humans. The fire they had lit to keep his kind at bay had died down to embers, only casting a faint orange glow around them.

A low growl crept from his throat, and he bounded out of the safety of the trees toward them wings and claws spread. His growl becoming a full roar of rage. The humans leaped up from the ground grabbing what they could to defend themselves. Odysseus stopped short of their reach, glaring and growling, wings still spread and teeth bared. All three humans stared back at him wide eyed one held a stick with smoking embers pointed toward him.

"Stay back!" He shouted. Odysseus stared into the eyes of the one holding the branch. He seemed small for a human but a burning stick was still a burning stick.

"You don't belong here." He snarled, taking a step closer. "Leave. Or perhaps it's time humans had a reminder." Odysseus' eyes were wide watching them for the slightest tensing of muscle. He could feel the fur between his shoulder blades bristling.

The humans posture changed, they were trying to back out of the fight. Odysseus' ears twitched wildly at the gentle sounds of their shoes on the leafy forest floor as they backed away. It seemed as though he wouldn't have to fight today. He stood his ground as they left, all his senses followed their retreat.
Ok. I'll seperate them.
That's a cool story. I agree with Fanci in writing about his motives.

Sixteenth!
The stalker is never late to a party...
(When somebody stalks random threads, we should say they are "doing a Tim.")
 
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Ok I need to revive this. I lost a crapton of my stories due to google docs being absolutely retarded and I really want to write more.
Im going to do a quote every Wednesday and have yall turn in your stories on Tuesday.
Lets see who I need to tag.
@AMERAUCANAS4REAL
@Fanci Feathers Marans
@Rose Quartz
@HeavensHens88
@RiverStorm
@Butterscotchbitesfinger
hopefully anyone else gets the notif when I post idk who else wants in
SO PROMPT
I will be taking a quote from a daily music upload yt channel for today and pasting it here. Probably not the best thing but Its all I got ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The game is never over. It just means start over with more experience.


god im tired
 
Neato!
I moved my story here.
Odysseus padded slowly through the cave, to find the stones. For a long time, the only sounds were the quiet sound of his paws padding along and the dripping of the ceiling. And the slow beating of his failing heart. The constant dripping was monotonous, adding to the dank feel of the cave, dark claustrophobic. A strange smell drifted into his nose. It triggered a little asthma, and he wheezed. The gas smelled metallic and harsh. The cave was totally black, impossible even for a Kentari to see in, not that his eyes, mostly ruined by the poisonous gasses of the crystal, would have given any succor to him. His other senses gave him a good deal of guidance. Still, miraculously, his poor eyesight detected a faint light in the distant caves beyond, and his nose and eyes streamed. He gathered some glowing crystals, most of them pale yellow-green. He carefully held them in his mouth, the taste of them repulsive, however, these crystals held the power to heal deep wounds. He picked his way through an impossible labyrinth and found himself near the surface. He spat the crystals on the ground in a little cave just inside the tunnel a den of sorts, before stepping out into the light that faintly poured in, onto an outcropping. It was nightime, once again he had forgotten the time between the night before and now.
He lifted his pale, ripped wings reverently.
No one ever seemed to come to his little cave. Crystals hung around his neck, glowing dimly, like the stars above. He felt alone.
Alone in a sky full of stars.
 
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