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Lorekeeper
Thanks to @Grin for the name. My brain just wasn't playing along!
Aaaaanyway! This thread is for me to share my non-RP writing things, just because I can. Some of them will be from writing games I do with some friends, nicknamed 'jello wrestling', also known as '4N4V3A3A (4 nouns, 4 verbs, 2 adjectives and 4 adverbs.) You give each other these words and set a timer, 30mins-1hr and in that time, you write and use every word given.
It's fun!
Aaaaanyway! This thread is for me to share my non-RP writing things, just because I can. Some of them will be from writing games I do with some friends, nicknamed 'jello wrestling', also known as '4N4V3A3A (4 nouns, 4 verbs, 2 adjectives and 4 adverbs.) You give each other these words and set a timer, 30mins-1hr and in that time, you write and use every word given.
It's fun!
Nouns: Mountain, book, centurion, guacamole
Verbs: humble, retain, inform, exhaust
Adjectives: Unspeakable, revised, silly
Adverbs: gently, unavoidably, carelessly
A single tall, snow peaked mountain overshadowed a vast field with grass the colour of guacamole. The grass was soft, tall and smelt almost like the scent of an old book. History said that a single centurion had once marched across this land and had attempted to climb to the peak, he had died before he got halfway. Legend said his body remained there today.
Now days, the field was owned a family who had yet make use of the field. The grass had been allowed to grow wild and the children would carelessly run through it, their hands gently sliding over the stems as they passed. Their joyous laughter would echo across the field as they chased each other through the greenish yellow grass. They lived with their grandmother, who was a humble woman with kind eyes and their grandfather who had an unspeakable wisdom about him.
The two children were allowed to enjoy life, they could be as silly as they liked in the grass and no one would care. The brother and sister had grown distant from each other when their parents had died two years ago, murdered in a home invasion by a man brandishing a knife who was too high to retain any information shouted at him. He had thought this was his ex-girlfriend's home and he had come to try and take her back, his eyes had twitched as he shouted at the family, targeting the children's mother.
He had lunged at her with a maddened scream, thrusting the knife forwards and in a moment of desperation, her husband had thrown himself forwards unavoidably into the path of the attack. Once the husband was out of the way, the man had revised his original plan and had lunged at the man on the floor, stabbing him countless times. The children's mother had screamed, her hands covering her mouth before she tried to wrestle the crazed addict from her partner, only to find herself with the knife in her belly.
They had both died that day and the addict was still at large over a year later. The children had been with their grandparents when two policemen had arrived to inform them of the grave news. Upon hearing this, the siblings had broken down, old enough to understand what had happened. They grew apart, bitter at each other and would fight. Now, just over a year later they were happy again, playing silly games in the field.
The bang of an exhaust backfiring sent them shouting with joy back towards the homestead, grandpa was home from his holiday, which meant presents. They scrambled over the wooden fence and raced to stand on the porch, waving to their grandfather as his rusted truck rattled to a stop in front of them. They jumped on the spot, clapping their hands together as the grey-haired man opened the creaky truck door and pulled a large box from the front passenger seat of the truck, a knowing glimmer in his eyes as the box moved and barked.
“Puppy!” The siblings exclaimed joyfully as they bounded forwards and hugged their grandfather tightly, bumping the barking box.
The elderly man set down the box and moved to wrap an arm around his wife's waist, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Now, you two. You have to look after him, alright? Take him for walks, feed him, brush him, and name him.”
“Yes granpa!” They replied in unison.
They opened the box and inside was a little black puppy, his left forepaw and his right ear the only white on his wriggly, pudgy body. As he was freed, the tiny canine barked and clambered from the box and landed on the earth, licking manically at the hands that tried to pat him.
Nouns:- Atlantis, Praying Mantis, Pride, Harkonnen
Verbs:- Mingling, Winnowing, Labouring, Confounding
Adjectives:- Dissatisfied, Ecstatic, Discommoded
Adverbs:- hotly, winningly, slimily
If there was one thing that she hated more than mingling at parties, only knowing one face out of the hundreds was the host. Sure, he may be the richest man in the country and his parties were legendary, but he would stare at every young woman who attended his soirees. He would make sure to introduce himself to every single one of them, kissing the backs of their hands slimily with his fat, sweaty lips. The way he glided through the crowd made Anna think of Vladimir Harkonnen, they had roughly the same body shape, only that Jarred Winnowing walked instead of floated. Well, he mostly leaned on his cane, his breath labouring as he struggled to breathe. Anna had her pride at least, and she always managed to avoid him. Except for tonight.
“My, my Anna Charleston.” He said hotly, his piggy eyes dropping to ogle her bosom. “Don’t you look like vision tonight? Like an angel from Atlantis. I have a confounding feeling that you have been avoiding me all night.”
The redhead was pretty sure she just threw up in her mouth a little and she flicked open her fan, using it to hide her cleavage from his gaze. It was hard to meet his gaze, but she managed to smile gracefully and curtsy to the man.
“Avoid you? You must be imagining things. I didn’t intend to avoid you.” Ugh, he was just staring at her. “I apologise if you feel discommoded, Mister Winnowing.”
Jarred smiled at her winningly, although to Anna it looked more like a drunken sneer which scrunched his face and made his eyes look even smaller. She shuddered. The unhealthily obese man slid his arm around her waist, his hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against her rump.
“Are you cold, lovely lady?” He lips were almost touching her ear now and she just wanted to scream and flee into the crowd. “I could help you warm up.”
“Anna?” A familiar voice called from nearby and Anna’s eyes widened as she gently untangled herself from the human blimp.
“I’m sorry, Mister Winnowing. That’s my mother calling.” It was hard to hide how ecstatic she was that her mother had called for her at the opportune moment. “I must tend to her.”
“Of course. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
He tried to steal a kiss, but Anna was quicker than him and she vanished into the crowd to find her mother. Once she found her, she took her by the arm and the two left the main room and stepped outside for some fresh air. Anna shook herself, her hands flapping and she stuck her tongue out.
“Ugh! I need to bathe, right now!”
“What’s the matter, my dear?” The grey-haired woman asked curiously.
“It’s just Jarred, he was all over me. I couldn’t avoid him tonight, I tried.” She whined.
Her mother chuckled and lent closer to her daughter. "I know the perfect woman for that slimeball.”
Anna cocked a brow and smiled in anticipation. “And who is that, mother?”
“A praying mantis. She’d bite off his head once she was done with him.” The older woman cackled, quite pleased with herself.
Verbs: humble, retain, inform, exhaust
Adjectives: Unspeakable, revised, silly
Adverbs: gently, unavoidably, carelessly
A single tall, snow peaked mountain overshadowed a vast field with grass the colour of guacamole. The grass was soft, tall and smelt almost like the scent of an old book. History said that a single centurion had once marched across this land and had attempted to climb to the peak, he had died before he got halfway. Legend said his body remained there today.
Now days, the field was owned a family who had yet make use of the field. The grass had been allowed to grow wild and the children would carelessly run through it, their hands gently sliding over the stems as they passed. Their joyous laughter would echo across the field as they chased each other through the greenish yellow grass. They lived with their grandmother, who was a humble woman with kind eyes and their grandfather who had an unspeakable wisdom about him.
The two children were allowed to enjoy life, they could be as silly as they liked in the grass and no one would care. The brother and sister had grown distant from each other when their parents had died two years ago, murdered in a home invasion by a man brandishing a knife who was too high to retain any information shouted at him. He had thought this was his ex-girlfriend's home and he had come to try and take her back, his eyes had twitched as he shouted at the family, targeting the children's mother.
He had lunged at her with a maddened scream, thrusting the knife forwards and in a moment of desperation, her husband had thrown himself forwards unavoidably into the path of the attack. Once the husband was out of the way, the man had revised his original plan and had lunged at the man on the floor, stabbing him countless times. The children's mother had screamed, her hands covering her mouth before she tried to wrestle the crazed addict from her partner, only to find herself with the knife in her belly.
They had both died that day and the addict was still at large over a year later. The children had been with their grandparents when two policemen had arrived to inform them of the grave news. Upon hearing this, the siblings had broken down, old enough to understand what had happened. They grew apart, bitter at each other and would fight. Now, just over a year later they were happy again, playing silly games in the field.
The bang of an exhaust backfiring sent them shouting with joy back towards the homestead, grandpa was home from his holiday, which meant presents. They scrambled over the wooden fence and raced to stand on the porch, waving to their grandfather as his rusted truck rattled to a stop in front of them. They jumped on the spot, clapping their hands together as the grey-haired man opened the creaky truck door and pulled a large box from the front passenger seat of the truck, a knowing glimmer in his eyes as the box moved and barked.
“Puppy!” The siblings exclaimed joyfully as they bounded forwards and hugged their grandfather tightly, bumping the barking box.
The elderly man set down the box and moved to wrap an arm around his wife's waist, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Now, you two. You have to look after him, alright? Take him for walks, feed him, brush him, and name him.”
“Yes granpa!” They replied in unison.
They opened the box and inside was a little black puppy, his left forepaw and his right ear the only white on his wriggly, pudgy body. As he was freed, the tiny canine barked and clambered from the box and landed on the earth, licking manically at the hands that tried to pat him.
Nouns:- Atlantis, Praying Mantis, Pride, Harkonnen
Verbs:- Mingling, Winnowing, Labouring, Confounding
Adjectives:- Dissatisfied, Ecstatic, Discommoded
Adverbs:- hotly, winningly, slimily
If there was one thing that she hated more than mingling at parties, only knowing one face out of the hundreds was the host. Sure, he may be the richest man in the country and his parties were legendary, but he would stare at every young woman who attended his soirees. He would make sure to introduce himself to every single one of them, kissing the backs of their hands slimily with his fat, sweaty lips. The way he glided through the crowd made Anna think of Vladimir Harkonnen, they had roughly the same body shape, only that Jarred Winnowing walked instead of floated. Well, he mostly leaned on his cane, his breath labouring as he struggled to breathe. Anna had her pride at least, and she always managed to avoid him. Except for tonight.
“My, my Anna Charleston.” He said hotly, his piggy eyes dropping to ogle her bosom. “Don’t you look like vision tonight? Like an angel from Atlantis. I have a confounding feeling that you have been avoiding me all night.”
The redhead was pretty sure she just threw up in her mouth a little and she flicked open her fan, using it to hide her cleavage from his gaze. It was hard to meet his gaze, but she managed to smile gracefully and curtsy to the man.
“Avoid you? You must be imagining things. I didn’t intend to avoid you.” Ugh, he was just staring at her. “I apologise if you feel discommoded, Mister Winnowing.”
Jarred smiled at her winningly, although to Anna it looked more like a drunken sneer which scrunched his face and made his eyes look even smaller. She shuddered. The unhealthily obese man slid his arm around her waist, his hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against her rump.
“Are you cold, lovely lady?” He lips were almost touching her ear now and she just wanted to scream and flee into the crowd. “I could help you warm up.”
“Anna?” A familiar voice called from nearby and Anna’s eyes widened as she gently untangled herself from the human blimp.
“I’m sorry, Mister Winnowing. That’s my mother calling.” It was hard to hide how ecstatic she was that her mother had called for her at the opportune moment. “I must tend to her.”
“Of course. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
He tried to steal a kiss, but Anna was quicker than him and she vanished into the crowd to find her mother. Once she found her, she took her by the arm and the two left the main room and stepped outside for some fresh air. Anna shook herself, her hands flapping and she stuck her tongue out.
“Ugh! I need to bathe, right now!”
“What’s the matter, my dear?” The grey-haired woman asked curiously.
“It’s just Jarred, he was all over me. I couldn’t avoid him tonight, I tried.” She whined.
Her mother chuckled and lent closer to her daughter. "I know the perfect woman for that slimeball.”
Anna cocked a brow and smiled in anticipation. “And who is that, mother?”
“A praying mantis. She’d bite off his head once she was done with him.” The older woman cackled, quite pleased with herself.