“Promise me you won’t laugh at me, I did some thing so incredible stupid even you, I think would laugh”
“No. No of corse not. I wouldn’t laugh; that would be totally inensitive. Go ahead I’m listening, I promise I won’t laugh at you Barbara.
“Ok Frida, if you promise. Sigh, here goes; I gave myself a black eye while trying to fix my hair.”
Only silence and a confused look emanated from Friday’s face. As she was trying to adjust her positioning to better see what actually happened Barbara looked a way and started up again.
“You see I was brushing my hair and I noticed it was kinda dry so I reached for the spray bottle mister and some moisturizer. As I crouched down and reached into the cabinet I began to loose balance. I tried to catch myself but while reaching my grip slipped and I knocked over a bottle. The bottles cap was loose and it went flying across the counter, bounced off the mirror and by the force of the ricochet slammed into my eye giving me this shiner.”
Embarrassed I held my head down, pondering how it even came to this.
“Thank you so much for being such a great friend Frida, I really appreciate you not laughing right in my face.”
As Barbara finished sharing her outrageously silly accident story, she lifted her head and a confused look grew on her face for Frida was gone.
All Barbara saw was a trail of Frida’s belongings dropped on the floor leading out the room.
“She must have heard the phone ring and rushed out” Barbara thought.
“Are you serious? This is crazy! I fought eight bandits on a mountain side during a rock slide. I trekked through potentially hazardous wastelands caring a a variety of delicate ancient talismans in hopes to dispel a magic wall. I have solved so many problem, countless puzzles and an endless amount of riddles I didn’t even think I knew the answers to.”
“For some reason I have been ambushed not once, but on two entirely separate occasions by robbers and cultist trying to call some other worldly being. Just last moon there was a band of orcs and trolls I heard set fire to a village, stealing anything they could before setting the place ablaze. Guess who put out that fire and saved four young villagers from their fiery demise. On the opposite side of that village there was an evil Ur cultists priest leading an occult circle attempting to sacrifice a villager for some devilish power.”
“I had been trapped in a dragons den. Fell through some loose brush down a tunnel and right into the dragons horde. Into the dragons horde! I must have been trapped in there for a fortnight or more. Luckily I was able to survive having saved a clutch of dragon eggs from being experimented on by Lord Azerl.”
I cannot believe this, it’s going to take me another two maybe three moons to get to the Council of the Archfey Paladins. This final ascent had best be the final trial and test in my journey to acquire higher rank. I do grow weary of only stopping petty illegal magic item ring smuggling operations.
Deep in the Avalonian Forest above the waterfall, there lived a young, rambunctious dragon named Bethany Phoenix. She slept in a an enchanted hut, tall but able to handle the strong winds in the high altitude lived in a hut.
The inside was filled with a pile of feathers, hordes of crystals and other treasures; there was also a heavy smell of sulfur ore emitting from the entire area. There was no furniture but there were many things hanging on the walls; different chemical formulas, sketches and diagrams, and many many books. This dragon-hut was pure comfort, a perfect sanctuary.
The outside was blue and grey; no windows just one 10 foot door. There was some equipment a couple feet from the door and a few more books as well. The hut was surrounded and completely hidden by a circle of 12 ancient towering trees.
One day, after a hectic and troubling visit from her best friend and sister Allouette Phoenix, an elf, Bethany chooses to leave her precious hut and set out in search of four demolition robots destroying the land. In the long strenuous journey in search for the robots, Beth surprises even herself with her resourcefulness and skill as an alchemist.
During her travels, Beth rescues a rare talisman, an heirloom belonging to Allouette. But when Allouette refuses to relinquish the cursed talisman and begins talking nonsense, they part ways with Allouette running off.
However, Allouette is wounded during the massive destruction and havoc on the Kings Battleground. Can the two reconcile in time to stop King Mizani’s dastardly plans to excavate the Sacred Green Emerald Septar. Combining Allouettes’ heirloom with the septar could be catastrophic.
He could barely stand he was so weak from what ever travels led him here. It looked like the guy had been in a recent battle, a battle that completely drained home of all energy. Pulse is slow but steady almost as if on purpose as if to preserve energy while gaining strength. Nothing about this stranger was similar to anything or anyone around.
He was wearing some rather odd clothes like he come from convention or straight out of a video game. The garbs were definitely bright and colorful once upon a time but now are tattered with burn marks and rips. His cape was long and thick; very decorative with some foreign embellishments on them. The leather and metal combination of the strangers gear was old and worn but very solid and well put together.
The strange guy was too weak to explain anything but possibly muttered something about mermaids or marines under his breath with what little strength he had left. Whoever he is, he’s not from here. There is no sign of others like him nor did anyone see how he appeared. Where did the oddly dressed stranger come from; is he a friend or an enemy?
[very long tiring day. I lost my way on this one. I’ll redo prompt later]
Whilst investigating the death of a local candy maker, a young gardener called Timothy Johnson uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, rusty manacles circulating throughout Thrornlope. As soon as anyone activates the manacles, he or she has exactly 6 days left to live in attempt to break the curse and its effects.
When 6 days are up, the doomed few appear as ordinary people during everyday life. But when photographed, they appear zombified and are shackled; forced to wear phantom chains resembling the cursed manacles for all eternity. A marked person feels like taxidermy animal to the touch; firm, ice cold and slightly fuzzy.
Timothy gets hold of the manacles, refusing to believe the superstition, and activates the trap. A collage of images flash into his mind; a tiny ginger reindeer balancing on top of the candy makers’ head, an old newspaper headline from December about an unfortunate accident, a hooded figure in red ranting about fingernails and a drinking well located on an old abandoned hill.
When Timothy notices his feet have crocodile-like properties, he realises that the curse of the rusty manacles is true and called his mentor and friend Andy Barlow, to help.
Andy examines the cuffs for a short time, and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions his friend experiences flashes before his eyes. He finds the tiny ginger reindeer balancing on the disheveled candy maker’s rotting head, particularly chilling. Andy Barlow joins the queue for a supernatural death just as his friend did.
Timothy and Andy pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded figure in red. Will they be able to stop the curse within 6 days, before their time is up?
She did not think she would be chosen, of all the people in the village she had thought certainly someone else would be picked. After all she was only 14 years old who in their right mind would authorize such a gruesome and heinous activity for entertainment. Not only was she a mere child; she had no family. Her mother was murdered in a freak accident and her father disappeared on a journey years ago. She thought the village people would spare here anymore agony, spare her the torment and experience of the child death war show.
Annabelle was always quiet and to herself, she was always reading and writing in some book. She wore dark clothing and a cloak all the time; and barely spoke a word to anyone. Suppose the villagers wanted her out of the way, maybe they didn’t want her around, maybe they didn’t want to take care of some orphan. Annabelle accepted her fate without much fuss although it seemed you could feel the rage and pressure emitting from her as if she burst into a flame of hate.
She was told could bring just one item along with her; one non lethal item, no weapons. Of corse this choice was simple considering she had nothing other than the clothes on her back and her book. She never when anywhere without it; it was covered in black leather with silver filigree adorning the corners and a silver lock puzzle mechanism near the fore edge of the book. The jewels seemed to change on different occasions and she carried it like a backpack or side pouch.
Annabelle wished the villagers hadn’t chose her, she needed to mourn her mother, eventually set out and look for her missing father, maybe discover herself. She didn’t want this; to be apart of a mindless bloodshed competition, she longed for a family and peace.
“Ladies and gentlemen let the 88th Hunger Games begin. And may the odds be ever in your favor” beep beep beep beep Those were the last words to be heard coming from the loud speakers above. Those were the last words any of them ever spoke again; as a massive fireball engulfed a blacked out radio tower above controlling post of the lights, weather and speakers of the battle dome.
Annabelle stood still and grinned with her cloak covering her small frame and hood still shrouding her face. With the book still open in her one hand she calmly turned to the right and glanced up at another blacked out tower and said, once again “fireball”.
Jenna’s favorite drinking game is cornhole; a couple weeks ago she was so drunk after stumbling onto the board crushing it she lost all the bags. I bet I could figure out a cornhole remix game since she is without. I have a great idea; to the store.
Walking into the store the first thing I need is a big cardboard box; the cashiers box purchased items here, no bags, so I grabbed the longest box I could find. I’ll cut a big circle in the center, close to the edge, big enough for large things to fall through later. Next I needed to go shopping; I basically got one thing from each aisle, different shapes and sizes. I grabbed a jumbo pack of baby wipes, bags of tortillas, a whole cooked chicken, small pumpkins and other gourds, a bag of marshmallows, a piñata and some other things. Jenna’s house is close so I could get there pretty fast; can’t forget to get a few bags of ice and frozen fruit.
I set up everything in the yard; gotta cut the hole in the box and placed them on couple of rocks so the end with the hole is higher. I set all the random items from the store on a table and filled a bowl with the names of the different random items I brought. Everyone at the party had been drinking; I see five empty bottles from the windows already so this will be very comical. Fun for me.
Jenna, Alex, and Taylor were the first to see the setup outside and announced it to everyone in a big commotion no one could really understand but a crowd followed them anyway. Without missing a beat I grabbed the bowl that had the paper in it and held it out waiting for someone to pick one. Taylor was technically first but Jenna tripped into her knocking her out of the way and spilling something out of her cup onto Taylor’s pants.
I smiled and said “please pick one” with a suspicious grin on my face and a slight head tilt. She downed the rest of her drink and picked a folded piece of paper from the bowl. She opened it and with so much confusion in her voice said “gourd?! What’s a gourd?”
I looked at her and laughed handing her a small yellow looking thing; a little bigger than a football. “Throw it! Aim for the whole.” I paused and giggled standing out of the way and pointing to the hole I cut in the big long box. She dropped it twice walking over to the line I had marked and everyone laughed including Jenna.
When she got to her place, trying to hold her balance, she decided to do a spin and launch move; she spun alright and launched that gourd. She completed two full spins before losing her footing, tripping over her feet and landing on the grass face first with her arms still extended above her head. She threw the gourd right into Taylors’ stomach. The look on Taylor’s face gave me the cue to move immediately and as I walked around and behind the table my thoughts were confirmed.
Everyone had been drinking that day, there were five empty bottles when I walked by the window. Taylor projectile vomited all over the grass and in Jenna’s hair and her back because she hadn’t gotten up. There is alcohol vomit everywhere; and I think salsa. Yes, chips and salsa Maybe she shouldn’t have spun around; but this was fun. I wonder who’ll pick the piñata.
She shook with anticipation eager to pounce on the fresh cut lawn. Scratching at the door sending Morse code commands for “please open”. Bolting out the door all you could see was a white cloud streak zooming past. She danced in the grass so happily you could see her smile from a mile away. Frolicking in the flowers then suddenly stopping to bask in the sun light. Then a butterfly caught her eye and she began to skip along following the fluttery path. Her ears bouncing will every step she took and her eyes glistened in the light. She tumbled and rolled all over kicking up cuttings and clippings into the air. I love how she demanded an audience amongst the others as she billowed once more before returning inside slightly green grinning with glee.
I was walking down the street, I needed to go to the grocery store and get a couple things for dinner. There’s a wide alley type area where people walk their dogs and also the garbage truck comes through here. Normally there wouldn’t be any one out there so late; but today must have been special. One person was breaking down cardboard boxes to put throw away occupied, working carefully trying not to get cut. I wasn’t worried about the first person, they were totally occupied. The second person was sitting in a lawn chair waiting for something or someone and also talking on the phone. I really didn’t want to have another exhausting conversation again with one of the neighbors; I was out here standing for half an hour “catching up”. I was walking fine at first, my head was forward and my stride was steady. As soon as I passed the second person I felt like they looked up and I suppose I forgot how to walk. I literally tripped myself; I tripped over my feet, my feet. I landed on my stomach but I feel like I slid a couple feet as well. I had headphones on so I pretended to tie my shoes and kept walking. I hope no one saw that.
I needed more Black Moltengale for some experiments I was conducting to break a curse; but instead I found a strange glass slab twinkling in the middle of the woods. It was encased in some fancy golden framing, sparkling at every point and edge; it just floated there perfectly vertical hovering just slightly above the obsidian. Looking around there was no one else for miles and no other sounds but the echos of my hoof steps and a faint whisper coming from the glass. Walking up slowly with as much caution as possible, I arrived just a few feet from the suspicious glass and hid behind a close by obsidian pillar.
After a few moments of silence and singing a series of inspirational songs in my head; I heard a knock and more whispers. The whispers sounded more clear as I was closer to the glass but I didn’t recognize the voice and I didn’t understand the language. I kept behind the pillar, crouching lower thinking of my next move. Then I heard two more knocks. So I decided to peek from behind the talk black stone and when I looked into the glass much to my surprise it was a human.
Her skin was as white as the feldspar and dried animal bones nearby, her head was covered in mud colored strands and her entire body was covered with a flowy alabaster frock. I walked toward the human and I saw her place her hands on the glass; she spoke again but again I could not understand her. After several moments of stillness eventually I gained the courage to walk up to the human behind the glass; close enough to reach out and touch it. Right before I placed my hand on the glass, matching the humans’ hand on the other side; I could clearly hear her jibberish better now than before. But I still couldn’t comprehend anything, until I touch the glass.
As soon as I touch the glass I hear “Hello friend it’s nice to meet you. I’ve only ever seen black rocks and the occasional bright orange river stream when I look through the mirror. My name is Annabelle, what is yours?”
