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Short Stories
This will be where people write short stories and then post them here for comments.
I'll write the first one. It was an allegory that I just finished. Can you guess what it's about?
The Black Mountain Lion Trials
Out in the deep woods of Canada, there once was a forest, a special forest where wolves lived in communities much like people did a few hundred years ago. They had hunting schools, salteries (buildings for preserving meat), food warehouses, restaurants and much, much more. Life was peaceful and orderly, but more importantly it was boring. Hardly anything exciting ever happened, because the wolves had not yet developed a good method of entertaining society. Children went to school to learn to hunt. Everyone went to the Great Den to learn about JaHound, the first wolf ever born. They also learned of JaHound’s greatest enemy, the Black Mountain Lion.
You might think that there are no such things as Black Mountain Lions. But its blackness comes from the pure evil that fills every inch and ounce of his being. This lion was actually a wolf once back in the very creation the species. He was the top male in JaHound’s pack by the name of Sipher until he was banished for hunting with a pride of mountain lions. Since that day it is believed that he is the cause for all problems in wolf history. He will tempt you in any way he can to get you to join his side. Any wolf who is found to be worshiping Siphon will immediately be convicted of siphony and sentenced by death in a public display. Anyone who attempts to defend the accused phony, or worshiper of Sipher, will be considered an accomplice of the phony’s evil plot against society.
One wolf by the name of Jargot A. Hound wrote an entire book on phonies. It included what they do, where to find them, and how to prosecute them; but this was just a start. Anything you could ever need to know about phonies was in his book called, The Idiot’s Guide to Catching Phonies. This book was revolutionary for catching phonies, because it showed specifically how to tell the difference between a phony and a real wolf. It says that when a wolf joins with Sipher he/she will mutate into a partial black mountain lion, but will wear a wolf suit to have the appearance of a wolf. These disguises are so good that you can only tell that it’s a phony by an obscure mark on the underbelly. But most wolves have spots all over his or her body. If one scratches a spot which is left by a disguise, it will make the phony scratch its belly caused by a natural reflex that is left by the mutation process. Although with Sipher probably knowing this, he could find a way to fix this flaw in the near future.
One day a few pups of a commonwolf’s pack fell sick of a mysterious disease. The doctors had no clue as to what was wrong with them. They had seizures and would bark words that sounded like gibberish, but were repeated over and over again. The entire community was in an uproar to find out what was wrong. The town boob said he had been reading The Idiot’s Guide to Catching Phonies. It says that those pups show every symptom of being haunted by the Black Mountain Lion. He also said that if you feed the pups bear fat, then they will come out of their trances for a short period of time. The pups will also be able to say what phony is allowing Sipher to haunt these pups. Once the phony is gone Sipher will no longer be able haunt the pups.
The town had no other ideas, so they decided to try what the boob said, but only because it was in the book. The pups soon snapped out of their trance, named a few wolves who had been mean to them at school and church. The accused wolves were not liked too much by the community so they were put through a quick test, trial, and execution. Even though one of these wolves passed the test the town thought that the spot was too conspicuous and assumed that Sipher had improved his phonies’ disguises. The pups were better for a short while after, but had fallen sick once more.
The news of the case spread quickly across many of the surrounding communities. Hundreds of people came to do anything that they could to help the pups. The pups were the talk of more than just the town, but the county. They were very famous. Soon the pups were eating bear fat up the ying-yang, and then naming people left and right. They would get better for a while, but falling sick again and again. They began to name some very respected wolves in the community, but still every one of them was sentenced to death.
After hundreds of people sentenced to death the pups named the Head Alpha female of the country. Her husband, the wolf who runs the country finally put a stop to such madness. He passed a law that forbid any wolf to accuse or punish any other wolf for Siphony. He passed another law that phonies do not exist and serve Sipher. He made a statement to the communities after this telling them that the pups had been acting the entire time, because they were famous and were getting a lot of attention. He also pardoned the pups and anyone involved with the Trials.
THE END
Any comments for improvement. Please give me any feedback.
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posted June 15, 2002 05:44 AM |
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This will be where people write short stories and then post them here for comments.
What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in the writer's corner, or the circle jerk or something?
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posted June 15, 2002 05:52 AM |
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lol. where's that?
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posted July 24, 2003 03:51 AM |
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This thread is great isn't it? lol
Why the hell did I post this?
This is just a bunch of crap.
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posted July 24, 2003 04:17 AM |
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i dunno if linkin to other forums is allowed but ill do it anyways. www.writingforums.com is a great lil quaint writing community with a pretty active bunch. lotsa poetry/stories goin on there..you should check it out redsox. we always need more people
i love how you used simple wolves as an extended metaphor on the salem witch trials. very clever  good job
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posted July 24, 2003 04:22 AM |
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Hey, yeah. I didn't notice it until you brought it up, but now I get it.
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posted July 24, 2003 04:56 AM |
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Actually I ended up using this in English class for an assignment. I didn't have any homework that night.
This actually reminds me of another short story. I think I'll post it when I find it. It was pretty interesting. I think it was called Hills Like White Elephants. It was by Ernest Hemmingway. The purpose of the story was to give as little information about the topic as possible, but if you knew what it was about it made perfect sense. It took me 2 times reading it through to figure out what it was about, but it's pretty cool once you get it. I always liked that story...
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posted July 24, 2003 05:50 AM |
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posted July 24, 2003 02:33 PM |
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Actually I ended up using this in English class for an assignment. I didn't have any homework that night.
This actually reminds me of another short story. I think I'll post it when I find it. It was pretty interesting. I think it was called Hills Like White Elephants. It was by Ernest Hemmingway. The purpose of the story was to give as little information about the topic as possible, but if you knew what it was about it made perfect sense. It took me 2 times reading it through to figure out what it was about, but it's pretty cool once you get it. I always liked that story...
oooh that would be delicious. bring it on
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posted July 24, 2003 05:42 PM |
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Hills Like White Elephants
By Ernest Hemingway
The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close against the side of the station there was the warm shadow of the building and a curtain, made of strings of bamboo beads, hung across the open door into the bar, to keep out flies. The American and the girl with him sat at a table in the shade, outside the building. It was very hot and the express from Barcelona would come in forty minutes. It stopped at this junction for two minutes and went on to Madrid.
"What should we drink?" the girl asked. She had taken off her hat and put it on the table.
"It's pretty hot," the man said.
"Let's drink beer."
"Dos cervezas," the man said into the curtain.
"Big ones?" a woman asked from the doorway.
"Yes. Two big ones."
The woman brought two glasses of beer and two felt pads. She put the felt pads and the beer glasses on the table and looked at the man and the girl. The girl was looking off at the line of hills. They were white in the sun and the country was brown and dry.
"They look like white elephants," she said.
"I've never seen one," the man drank his beer.
"No, you wouldn't have."
"I might have," the man said. "Just because you say I wouldn't have doesn't prove anything."
The girl looked at the bead curtain. "They've painted something on it," she said. "What does it say?"
"Anis del Toro. It's a drink."
"Could we try it?"
The man called "Listen" through the curtain. The woman came out from the bar.
"Four reales."
"We want two Anis del Toro."
"With water?"
"Do you want it with water?"
"I don't know," the girl said. "Is it good with water?"
"It's all right."
"You want them with water?" asked the woman.
"Yes, with water."
"It tastes like licorice," the girl said and put the glass down.
"That's the way with everything."
"Yes," said the girl. "Everything tastes of licorice. Especially all the things you've waited so long for, like absinthe."
"Oh, cut it out."
"You started it," the girl said. "I was being amused. I was having a fine time."
"Well, let's try and have a fine time."
"All right. I was trying. I said the mountains looked like white elephants. Wasn't that bright?"
"That was bright."
"I wanted to try this new drink: That's all we do, isn't it -- look at things and try new drinks?"
"I guess so."
The girl looked across at the hills.
"They're lovely hills," she said. "They don't really look like white elephants. I just meant the coloring of their skin through the trees."
"Should we have another drink?"
"All right."
The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table.
"The beer's nice and cool," the man said.
"It's lovely," the girl said.
"It's really an awfully simple operation, Jig," the man said. "It's not really an operation at all."
The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on.
"I know you wouldn't mind it, Jig. It's really not anything. It's just to let the air in."
The girl did not say anything.
"I'll go with you and I'll stay with you all the time. They just let the air in and then it's all perfectly natural."
"Then what will we do afterward?"
"We'll be fine afterward. Just like we were before."
"What makes you think so?"
"That's the only thing that bothers us. It's the only thing that's made us unhappy."
The girl looked at the bead curtain, put her hand out and took hold of two of the strings of beads.
"And you think then we'll be all right and be happy."
"I know we will. You don't have to be afraid. I've known lots of people that have done it."
"So have I," said the girl. "And afterward they were all so happy."
"Well," the man said, "if you don't want to you don't have to. I wouldn't have you do it if you didn't want to. But I know it's perfectly simple."
"And you really want to?"
"I think it's the best thing to do. But I don't want you to do it if you don't really want to."
"And if I do it you'll be happy and things will be like they were and you'll love me?"
"I love you now. You know I love you."
"I know. But if I do it, then it will be nice again if I say things are like white elephants, and you'll like it?"
"I'll love it. I love it now but I just can't think about it. You know how I get when I worry."
"If I do it you won't ever worry?"
"I won't worry about that because it's perfectly simple."
"Then I'll do it. Because I don't care about me."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't care about me."
"Well, I care about you."
"Oh, yes. But I don't care about me. And I'll do it and then everything will be fine."
"I don't want you to do it if you feel that way."
The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the other side, were fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro. Far away, beyond the river, were mountains. The shadow of a cloud moved across the field of grain and she saw the river through the trees.
"And we could have all this," she said. "And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible."
"What did you say?"
"I said we could have everything."
"We can have everything."
"No, we can't."
"We can have the whole world."
"No, we can't."
"We can go everywhere."
"No, we can't. It isn't ours any more."
"It's ours."
"No it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back."
"But they haven't taken it away."
"We'll wait and see."
"Come on back in the shade," he said. "you mustn't feel that way."
"I don't feel any way," the girl said. "I just know things."
"I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do--"
"Nor that isn't good for me," she said. "I know. Could we have another beer?"
"All right. But you've got to realize--"
"I realize," the girl said. "Can't we maybe stop talking?"
They sat down at the table and the girl looked across at the hills on the dry side of the valley and the man looked at her and at the table.
"You've got to realize," he said, "that I don't want you to do it if you don't want to. I'm perfectly willing to go through with it if it means anything to you."
"Doesn't it mean anything to you? We could get along."
"Of course it does. But I don't want anybody but you. I don't want any one else. And I know it's perfectly simple."
"Yes, you know it's perfectly simple."
"It's all right for you to say that, but I do know it."
"Would you do something for me now?"
"I'd do anything for you."
"Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?"
He did not say anything but looked at the bags against the wall of the station. There were labels on them from all the hotels where they had spent nights.
"But I don't want you to," he said, "I don't care anything about it."
"I'll scream," the girl said.
The woman came out through the curtains with two glasses of beer and put them down on the damp felt pads. "The train comes in five minutes," she said.
"What did she say?" asked the girl.
"That the train is coming in five minutes."
The girl smiled brightly at the woman, to thank her.
"I'd better take the bags over to the other side of the station," the man said. She smiled at him.
"All right. Then come back and we'll finish the beer."
He picked up the two heavy bags and carried them around the station to the other tracks. He looked up the tracks but could not see the train. Coming back, he walked through the barroom, where people waiting for the train were drinking. He drank an Anis at the bar and looked at the people. They were all waiting reasonably for the train. He went out through the bead curtain. She was sitting at the table and smiled at him.
"Do you feel better?" he asked.
"I feel fine," she said. "There's nothing wrong with me. I feel fine."
The first person who figures out what this is about should get a QP. I figured it out after reading 1.5 times.
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posted July 25, 2003 04:06 AM |
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it took me 5 times of reading to finally figure out what they were talking about...but i'm pretty sure its abortion. it jumped out at me during this segment of their conversation:
It's really an awfully simple operation, Jig," the man said. "It's not really an operation at all."
The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on.
"I know you wouldn't mind it, Jig. It's really not anything. It's just to let the air in."
The girl did not say anything.
"I'll go with you and I'll stay with you all the time. They just let the air in and then it's all perfectly natural."
"Then what will we do afterward?"
"We'll be fine afterward. Just like we were before."
"What makes you think so?"
"That's the only thing that bothers us. It's the only thing that's made us unhappy."
jig's nervousness and the way she says "we'll be fine afterward" symbolizes that something has happened that has split either their friendship or relationship up. "letting the air out" symbolizes killing the baby.
am i right on this redsox? i believe i am.
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posted July 25, 2003 04:13 AM |
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I didn't catch it until you posted... sniff, I'm stupid.
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posted July 25, 2003 07:55 PM |
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aqua: well im glad you understand it now. that would have been awful if you didnt!
redsox: do i get a QP?
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posted July 26, 2003 01:01 AM |
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Redsox can't give you a qp. He's just a stupid spammer and like all stupid spammers...wait where was I going with this?
Anyway, nice stories RedSox. It took me about 3 times through to figure it out.
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posted July 26, 2003 06:04 AM |
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sadly...yes i know. i was just *hoping* that a mod would come by...feel sorry for me, and slap a QP on
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posted July 27, 2003 05:57 AM |
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Yep it's abortion.
But I can't give a QP. Only strongly recommend it to the mods.
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