I sat on my bed, in front of my window, humming to songs I knew every line to, like, "It's the End of the World" by REM, "I Want to Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles, and other old songs. Just then I noticed an old looking, leather bounded book tied up with fraying rope next to me. I cautiously snuck a look at the cover. "Repunzel" said the title. On the front a picture carved into the leather showed a peculiar figure with long, curling strands of hair letting her mane tumble out of the single window in a brick-faced tower. She looked like she was grinning, as if welcoming her true love inside. Which is the way the plot is set up, or the storyline goes. The character didn't look so human, though. Did she have... Ears? I decided to flip over the cover and read on to find out. "Once Upon A Time, In A Faraway Land", I smiled at the detailed enlarged manuscript, knowing that this was always the first sentence of a great fable. "Once Upon A Time In A Faraway Land there lived a fair maiden by the name of Repunzel. She was daughter of very rich merchants in the olden town of the Valley of Peace. But, one night, after stars spilled out of Virgo?s jar, twinkling in the night, with wispy clouds drifting sleepily by, an evil witch crafter by the name of Char stole the sleeping baby from her crib adorned with satin and silk. In the morning, the unsuspecting merchants arrived in the infant?s room to see only empty sheets and a porcelain rattle shattered on the floor. They were truly devastated, for their only daughter had vanishes without any traces left behind. Char?s plan was to keep the newborn for ransom, until she was 16. She knew the wealthy merchants would pay top price for their only offspring. So, while the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and finally years tricked by like droplets of water down a waterfall and into a thundering mist, Repunzel spent her daily life in Char?s skinny, spiraling tower protected by the mountains that surrounded the Valley of Peace. Char had stumbled upon the unknown passage awhile back, before she had her perfect plan, and decided this was the right term. So, while the traders deprived of their child mourned and wept, Char concocted all of the tweaks out of her plan. All except one.
It was sweet. Almost sickly sweet. The thought of it, at least. But know it was all put into motion, taken action, happening.
Char almost wanted to laugh at it all. Know she was about to set up her plan for riches. Merchants are very rich, you know. Rich in heaps of wealth and gold and spices and foreign goods. But to the point. Char couldn't wait to get a grasp on all of the things she could do with the newfound (or old-mentioned) fortune. The sickly sweet thought of abundance. The everlasting kind where you can sit all day in a gilded palace and laugh at Life knowing that you had succeeded and beaten Life at its own sort of game. That's exactly what Char wanted. To win and defeat Life. Except you cannot do this. Ever.
So Char happily walked through the woods, trying to twist her fate. Along came a thickly built boar. "What's is to ya?" He grunted, jerking his head to one side to show off his ivory tusks. Char eyed his chestplate. "Imperial?" She questioned, raising one brow. ?Ha! I?d like to say.? The boar snorted, leaning against his cart. An apple fell. ?What have you got there?? Char asked, lookin over the large swine?s shoulder. ?Jus? a cart o? ?things.? Char lingered over the sentence. ?Well, anyone could see that.? Char stepped closer. The boar looked slightly intimidated. ?You ain?t workin? for the- what?d ya call it?? Yeah,- Imperial?? Char took a moment to weigh her chances and decipher what the pig just said. ?Why, I actually am. But if you help me out I could let this?hm, what do you call it? Oh. Yes. Slide.? Char winked. The boar had beads of sweat running down his forehead. ?S-s-s-slide?? He stuttered nervously. ?Just do me this one insy-winsy favor?, Char smiled, wringing her hands together.
Sorry for the small, not really efforted chapter. I've been busy, and working on another (sorry, not KFP related) story, and reading a great book. I'll try to write a better Chapter 5 next time.
I had a great Halloween! I was a the Greek Goddess Aphrodite! It was super fun to deck out in a white, blue, and golden costume while wearing some golden and topaz jewelry! I also wore cage sandals. Usually I don't put on that much jewelry, if any. So it was fun! I also carried around the traditional pillow-case-for-a-bag. What did you dress up as?
Repunzel sighed, tracing her finger (what's a finger for animals? Toe?) across the mosaic tile, the early morning sunlight glinting off of the translucent stones. She ran her claw over a design of a flower, the blue deep and pure like a lake. Of course, Repunzel had never really seen a lake. Or touched a flower. It never really occurred to her, but now she started thinking how much she would love to see and touch and smell the sweetness of a flower, watch a butterfly glide and a songbird sail in the air. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. She sprang up and quickly rushed to the cabinets around the basin that held the water. She crouched down and took out a handful of rice. She smiled, and set it on the windowsill. "Now I just have to wait!" she thought to herself with glee. A small chickadee approached slowly and cautiously, tilting his head and studying the situation. "It's okay, I won't bite!" Repunzel cooed, smiling.
entry for the writing challenge The curse of Atlantis
It has been a year since 'a scorched earth' Rodrick is now a king,but he must still work for Capetian Sanford to pay the debt for destroying his ship.
Rodrick:Why are we out here?We're off course.
Sanford:I know lad I just wanted to see if what the other sailors were telling the truth.
Rodrick:Why what is it.
Sanford:They said that they seen mermaids or mermen.
Rodrick:And you believe this?
Sanford:Of course,because mermen took my wife three years ago.
Rodrick:I'm sorry for your lost.
But before they could finish a merman jumped on deck with a spear (it also wore gold armor,and instead of the one fin body it had two legs with webbed feet)then it charged at them
Your idea seems really interesting!! I bet the competition will be fangtastic, which is fang and fantastic put together. Anyway, I'm in the mood for Halloween!! I would like to participate for your competition; it would probably be a ghlast, which is ghost and blast put together... Yeah, is that getting annoying?? If it is, I'll stop. Okay, well, could you read my story "The Treasure Quest" and tell me what you think?? Thanks if you do!! But, seriously, your idea seems awesome!!
Drasonetta: You are seriously in the mood for Halloween!!
Jaypard: *Farts by accident* Excuse me!!
Tigrey: Maybe it should be called "Gaslloween"!!
Jaypard: *Glares at Tigrey* -_-
Actually, I happen to pronounce your username the same way! Cool, huh? And that contest of yours sounds like a great idea! I'll probably participate if I can, sounds fun, and it'll be awesome to get a chance to write with one of my favorite authors on here! Not that I'm saying I'll win. I can tell there's going to be some real tough competition with so many other fantastic writers on these boards. Well, please post soon! I'll keep reading and reviewing!
That's good. I pronounce your username the same way. Anyway, that sounds like a good idea! A KFP writing competition. Have we had one of those here before? Well, we might've before I came on here.
Silvermist: Yeah, before you [me] were here. It must've been a lovely and peaceful time.
Me: ...*trying to ignore her*
Ruby: Mhmm! There must've been lots of ideas flowing, people talking about their successes, and characters singing!
Jared; I wish I were there. It must've been so lovely without Batskee.
Me: Okay! I get it!
Jared: ...What's with her?
Silvermist and Ruby: *shrug* I dunno.
*looking back at characters talking* ...There's my story! Hope you liked it! Am I a winner? :D
I'm just kidding! Haha, that wouldn't qualify as a story.
Random goat: *pauses, then angrily deletes what he had been typing*
(I think I might have responded to this last night...well, I guess you get two responses!)
Thanks so much! I think I might want to do a double, maybe a triple with some of the authors on this board. Oh, I've got the PERFECT idea!!!!
Just hear me out on this one idea- I think I should do a KFP Writing Contest! I'll give you a sign-up sheet to fill out first, and then for challenges I'll think of interesting topics/prompts. The winner/s will get to do a double/triple with me! I don't know if this sounds like the best idea, and I know a lot of you can't get on here on a daily basis, but I'm always open to ideas and suggestions! Thanks!!!!!
You can have it were Atlantis is discovered but a disease started to effect the surface dwellers were it's up to your hero to find out how to stop it by destroying Atlantis.Because Atlantis had a curse that destroyed the population which will now destroy china unless the hero does something(destroy Atlantis or find a way to solve the curse)You can choose the ending.
Wow, this is a really interesting, fantabulous story (teehee, I think that's arleady a made-up word, but moving on), and I'll be happy with any other stories you write! They're all terrific ideas! :D I'll keep reading and commenting!
I'm thinking about doing another story, kind of like this, but different. It won't be another fairytale 'parody', but I want to do something more descriptive like this, unlike Friday the Thirteenth. I would deeply appreciate your opinions! I always love to hear and respond to you- not always right away, but as soon as I can! Here are some ideas I have...
1. Something with Skye in it; going deeper into her newly found Blossom Warrior powers.
2. Maybe a double or a Multi; maybe even a Roleplay if I'm up for it.
@Everyone who has so awesomely and graciously decided to read my story:
Eeep! I put this off way too much! Chapter 3 shall proceed after this....sentence! That was a lie. After these...two sentences! Thanks for continuing to read and support!!!!
(The long-awaited) Chapter 3 (that should've been uploaded sooner)
Up in a spiraling tower, brick and stone slabs jutting out sporadically, the faded crimson shingles and shutters chipping away, lived two. Simply two. The two were not quite so simple together, though. Not as easy as 1+1, a numerical equation with a single correct answer. Deeper than that. The two in question, or should I say equation, where both polar opposites, in a way they never really had brought into mind. "Where are you going this time, Mother?" A very naive youngster bounded down a wooden staircase, smiling. "Hmm...?" the 'mother' asked, her mind askew of the question. "Oh, yes, yes", she corrected herself, dropping a folded piece of parchment into her robe pocket. ?To the town.? She answered slowly, turning to face her ?daughter?. More like her captive. ?I?m going to get some more tofu, I know you like that?, the ?mother? smiled faintly. ?Are you going to buy any wontons? Or chow mein or lo mein?? This girl?s name was Repunzel. She had a bubbly, adventurous personality, nothing shy about her at all. Exploring, creativity, all of those things where factors she had. The other was named Char. She was very deceptive and sneaky, a backstabber. ?I?ll try to get some, dearest?, Char grinned. She turned away from Repunzel and furrowed her brow, the nice personality she had put on fading. Char was a black panther with dark hazel eyes, dashed with a burning amber. A very sinister look at the least. Repunzel was a fluffy snow leopard with azure-emerald eyes, always big and bright. She also had a very peculiar feature- her hair. I know what you?re thinking, ??Animals don?t have hair!? Alas, they do. Shifu, the wise Master or The Jade Palace does. A braid. Anyway, Repunzel had not only hair, long hair. Tumbling golden locks that where usually left to flow, sometimes braided up so it didn?t get dirt and grime in it. Usually residents of The Valley of Peace don?t grow out their hair, especially felines, but Repunzel had to. She never really understood why, but her mother never let her leave the tower. Ever. There wasn?t even the thought of a door- Repunzel ?let down her hair? to let Char in. That was what had always been done, in her mind. So after the sugar-coated goodbyes by Char and the heart-felt fair-wells by Repunzel where made, Char slid down Repunzel?s hair and briskly padded off into the beyond, as Repunzel called it, leaving the snow leopard staring out of her own little window.