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Write about your worst one-nighter.
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Romance & Erotica

Painfully True

She was great. Her body was perfect. I don't mean to make all you girls out their feel self conscious, but she was perfect. Initially she didn't pay much attention to me. Mostly I would do some antic to get her attention and she would ignore me. But in the end I got her interested in me. We started hanging out more and more. The more we hung out, the more I wanted to hang out. I figured she felt the same way. I took her out to dinner that night and professed my deep love for her. That's where it went down hill. She got up and said something to the affect of "I like you but not that way." And it was over. I drove her home and we were done.

I know this isn't really a story about a one night stand. But you know your love life will be lonely when you get friend-zoned in a dream...

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Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Romance & Erotica
Painfully True
She was great. Her body was perfect. I don't mean to make all you girls out their feel self conscious, but she was perfect. Initially she didn't pay much attention to me. Mostly I would do some antic to get her attention and she would ignore me. But in the end I got her interested in me. We started hanging out more and more. The more we hung out, the more I wanted to hang out. I figured she felt the same way. I took her out to dinner that night and professed my deep love for her. That's where it went down hill. She got up and said something to the affect of "I like you but not that way." And it was over. I drove her home and we were done.


I know this isn't really a story about a one night stand. But you know your love life will be lonely when you get friend-zoned in a dream...
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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
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Written or Heard

Out of the many art forms, poetry stands out as the solitary written form. While music can be transcribed to a page, it does not belong on the page; it needs the air. Poetry without a page is only half as good as poetry with a page. While poetry is sometimes meant to be spoken, it is more often meant to be read. Music however is meant to be heard. The only reason music is read is so that it can be heard. A pianist does not look at a musical score and say "What a beautiful piece." Poetry is the art form that belongs on the page.

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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
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Out of the many art forms, poetry stands out as the solitary written form. While music can be transcribed to a page, it does not belong on the page; it needs the air. Poetry without a page is only half as good as poetry with a page. While poetry is sometimes meant to be spoken, it is more often meant to be read. Music however is meant to be heard. The only reason music is read is so that it can be heard. A pianist does not look at a musical score and say "What a beautiful piece." Poetry is the art form that belongs on the page.
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Start your story with "April showers bring May flowers, at least, that's what my ________used to tell me." Then end you story with "And that, officer, is why I had to murder my____________.
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Horror & Thriller

Madman

"'April showers bring May Flowers,' at least, that's what my great aunt used to tell me." I stared up at the officer, or at least I tried to. Every time I looked up I looked into the light shining right in my face.

The man interrogating me shifted a little. "This ties into your confession how?" He queried. I knew he wanted to be here as much as I did; that is to say, he didn't want to be here.

"Well you see, sir," I continued, "My great aunt used to teach me when I was a child. I didn't go to a conventional school because my family was broke way back when. We couldn't afford tacos much less school books. So my great aunt would teach me and my sister how to do math, read, write, know history, and other general hit man skills." That got the attention of the officer.

"Your aunt taught you how to be a hit man?" He said not without some small amount of curiosity. "I thought you had said just earlier that all your family members had died long before you started being a hit man."

"I did say that." I replied. "You see, all my family members were dead before I became a hit man officially, but my great aunt taught me all those skills before I kil— before she died. What fun we had over those long summers down at her cabin. Middle of nowhere. We could do all sorts of things. But then of course she had to go bat-crazy. She went and stabbed my sister to death. And that, officer, is why I had to murder my great aunt."

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Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Horror & Thriller
Madman
"'April showers bring May Flowers,' at least, that's what my great aunt used to tell me." I stared up at the officer, or at least I tried to. Every time I looked up I looked into the light shining right in my face.

The man interrogating me shifted a little. "This ties into your confession how?" He queried. I knew he wanted to be here as much as I did; that is to say, he didn't want to be here.

"Well you see, sir," I continued, "My great aunt used to teach me when I was a child. I didn't go to a conventional school because my family was broke way back when. We couldn't afford tacos much less school books. So my great aunt would teach me and my sister how to do math, read, write, know history, and other general hit man skills." That got the attention of the officer.

"Your aunt taught you how to be a hit man?" He said not without some small amount of curiosity. "I thought you had said just earlier that all your family members had died long before you started being a hit man."

"I did say that." I replied. "You see, all my family members were dead before I became a hit man officially, but my great aunt taught me all those skills before I kil— before she died. What fun we had over those long summers down at her cabin. Middle of nowhere. We could do all sorts of things. But then of course she had to go bat-crazy. She went and stabbed my sister to death. And that, officer, is why I had to murder my great aunt."
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Potion seller, I'm going into battle soon. And I want your strongest potions...
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Fantasy

Potion Vendor

You want potions to help in battle? Well, you've come to the right place. Let me see... You'll be wanting some Snoff-Wallop; that is the stuff that incapacitated four rogue elephants at last year's Midsummer Festival. Strong stuff and, providing you don't breath it in, will greatly help you on the battle field. Just chuck this bottle over the wall in a siege and wipe out four battalions in one go. Yes, you'll want some of that.

Hmmm, you should ingest some powdered Hiklyniggles approximately a half hour before you charge into battle. Besides helping with indigestion, it will increase your reflexes and ability to predict attacks. Sort of slows time around you. It's called time dilation. Trust me it works.... But be careful. If you use it too early you'll mess with your bowel movements.

Ooh, I almost forgot! You'll need half a bottle of Goosen Fluff. This stuff will raise your enemies from the dead and make them fight for your cause. Eh, you may want to be careful though. The undead hardly ever actually know which side they are fighting on. So you might want to use Goosen Fluff as a last resort. (That's also why you only get half a bottle.)

That brings me to my rarest, most secretive, and highly expensive potion: Essence of Thyme. I can only allow you to have one drop of it. This potion, when ingested, will give you four hours of unlimited power. During that time, nothing can kill you, and you can control most everything. There is a down side however... The more things you do, uh... the bigger your... uh.... well let's see how's best to put this. The more you do while under the influence of Essence of Thyme the more virile you get. Or to put it another way, the bigger your tool of creation gets. And believe me, it is painful...

Well, that's about it. Go! Conquer your enemies.... and pay me before you go. It will cost you one hundred forty two million, three hundred twenty one thousand, two hundred and one ducats. Please pay up front... I don't except IOU's.

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Potion seller, I'm going into battle soon. And I want your strongest potions...
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Fantasy
Potion Vendor
You want potions to help in battle? Well, you've come to the right place. Let me see... You'll be wanting some Snoff-Wallop; that is the stuff that incapacitated four rogue elephants at last year's Midsummer Festival. Strong stuff and, providing you don't breath it in, will greatly help you on the battle field. Just chuck this bottle over the wall in a siege and wipe out four battalions in one go. Yes, you'll want some of that.

Hmmm, you should ingest some powdered Hiklyniggles approximately a half hour before you charge into battle. Besides helping with indigestion, it will increase your reflexes and ability to predict attacks. Sort of slows time around you. It's called time dilation. Trust me it works.... But be careful. If you use it too early you'll mess with your bowel movements.

Ooh, I almost forgot! You'll need half a bottle of Goosen Fluff. This stuff will raise your enemies from the dead and make them fight for your cause. Eh, you may want to be careful though. The undead hardly ever actually know which side they are fighting on. So you might want to use Goosen Fluff as a last resort. (That's also why you only get half a bottle.)

That brings me to my rarest, most secretive, and highly expensive potion: Essence of Thyme. I can only allow you to have one drop of it. This potion, when ingested, will give you four hours of unlimited power. During that time, nothing can kill you, and you can control most everything. There is a down side however... The more things you do, uh... the bigger your... uh.... well let's see how's best to put this. The more you do while under the influence of Essence of Thyme the more virile you get. Or to put it another way, the bigger your tool of creation gets. And believe me, it is painful...


Well, that's about it. Go! Conquer your enemies.... and pay me before you go. It will cost you one hundred forty two million, three hundred twenty one thousand, two hundred and one ducats. Please pay up front... I don't except IOU's.
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Tell us some quotes from one of your characters. Some backstory or a link to a story written with that character in it would be a nice addiction. Tag me!
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Character Quotes

Fog of the North:Book two of Nydria Series  (excerpts from chapter one)

-The captain swore violently. “What the…? Why the blazes are pirates this far North? The Straight of Astydda should be frozen sol-” The rest of his sentence was lost in the blast of an explosive shell hitting the bow of his ship.

-“What’ll we do, sir?”

The captain growled to himself and then came to a decision. “Fire a mortar flare.”

“But sir, that will light us up like a beacon.”

“Those pirates already know where we are! Best we can do is shine a light on ‘em and fire back.”

“Aye, sir.”

-Captain Paige stepped forward, “All your questions can be answered simply. We are mercenaries, not pirates. The law stating that a 'woman can’t be a captain' is your superstition and does not apply to us. Also, last time I checked we didn’t quite follow Brefen’s customs did we, Baider?”

“No ma’am we didn’t follow Brefen’s customs when we stole from the vault and won’t follow Brefen’s customs when we steal from this ship.” Replied the big man with a grin.

-“Mercenaries, eh? How is that better than pirates?”

“It’s an honor thing.” replied Paige. “You see, as mercenaries our loyalty is bought good and solid. A pirate can be bought, but then he will most probably turn against his buyer if a new profit arises.”

-“Captain Mikel Vermeulen, show us to the secret compartment in your cabin.”

“What compartment?” retorted Captain Mikel. “There ain’t no compartment-” His sentence was cut short by the pressure of Baider’s blunderbuss against his stomach.

Baider’s eyebrow twitched slightly as he asked, “Then there shouldn’t be a problem of us looking around your cabin, should there?”

Random Quotes: (ones I have yet to put into any story, but would one day like to use)

-"You want to know what I see when I look at the world?" The man's voice was now an intense and angry whisper. "I see ants. Millions of mindless people crawling on each other trying to reach a higher place. And there are pillars set up above them. All the pitiful creatures are trying to climb to the top. Some of them even make it. They stand out above the others. They become the models for others; they become targets. They fear for their lives, because they know that all the other beings are tying to steel their thrones to throw them down, so that they can fill the place instead. And they do, it happens again and again and again. The struggle is eternal and pointless." His had steadily risen in volume so that at the end he was yelling. "That is what I see when I look at the world. Pitiful, pathetic, power seeking, insects!"

-"You wish to know about Trolls – the massive, slow moving, rock farmers? Well, settle yourself down, because these creatures take a fair amount of time to explain."

-"I can teach you how to use music to control magic. But first you must find an instrument that suites your magic."

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Tell us some quotes from one of your characters. Some backstory or a link to a story written with that character in it would be a nice addiction. Tag me!
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Fiction
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Fog of the North:Book two of Nydria Series  (excerpts from chapter one)


-The captain swore violently. “What the…? Why the blazes are pirates this far North? The Straight of Astydda should be frozen sol-” The rest of his sentence was lost in the blast of an explosive shell hitting the bow of his ship.


-“What’ll we do, sir?”
The captain growled to himself and then came to a decision. “Fire a mortar flare.”
“But sir, that will light us up like a beacon.”
“Those pirates already know where we are! Best we can do is shine a light on ‘em and fire back.”
“Aye, sir.”


-Captain Paige stepped forward, “All your questions can be answered simply. We are mercenaries, not pirates. The law stating that a 'woman can’t be a captain' is your superstition and does not apply to us. Also, last time I checked we didn’t quite follow Brefen’s customs did we, Baider?”
“No ma’am we didn’t follow Brefen’s customs when we stole from the vault and won’t follow Brefen’s customs when we steal from this ship.” Replied the big man with a grin.


-“Mercenaries, eh? How is that better than pirates?”
“It’s an honor thing.” replied Paige. “You see, as mercenaries our loyalty is bought good and solid. A pirate can be bought, but then he will most probably turn against his buyer if a new profit arises.”


-“Captain Mikel Vermeulen, show us to the secret compartment in your cabin.”
“What compartment?” retorted Captain Mikel. “There ain’t no compartment-” His sentence was cut short by the pressure of Baider’s blunderbuss against his stomach.
Baider’s eyebrow twitched slightly as he asked, “Then there shouldn’t be a problem of us looking around your cabin, should there?”


Random Quotes: (ones I have yet to put into any story, but would one day like to use)

-"You want to know what I see when I look at the world?" The man's voice was now an intense and angry whisper. "I see ants. Millions of mindless people crawling on each other trying to reach a higher place. And there are pillars set up above them. All the pitiful creatures are trying to climb to the top. Some of them even make it. They stand out above the others. They become the models for others; they become targets. They fear for their lives, because they know that all the other beings are tying to steel their thrones to throw them down, so that they can fill the place instead. And they do, it happens again and again and again. The struggle is eternal and pointless." His had steadily risen in volume so that at the end he was yelling. "That is what I see when I look at the world. Pitiful, pathetic, power seeking, insects!"


-"You wish to know about Trolls – the massive, slow moving, rock farmers? Well, settle yourself down, because these creatures take a fair amount of time to explain."


-"I can teach you how to use music to control magic. But first you must find an instrument that suites your magic."
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If you could change one thing, what would you change?
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Nothing

Yes, my answer is nothing. I don't think I could make a good decision on what to change. 

Actually, I am reminded of a quote by Gandalf:

"Don't... tempt me Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand, Frodo. I would use this ring from a desire to do good... But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine."

This is how I feel in regards to the challenge. So I guess here is my answer:

"Don't... tempt me Famewriter! I dare not risk it. Not even to help other Prosers. Understand, Famewriter. I would use this gift from a desire to do good... But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine."

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If you could change one thing, what would you change?
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Nothing
Yes, my answer is nothing. I don't think I could make a good decision on what to change. 

Actually, I am reminded of a quote by Gandalf:
"Don't... tempt me Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand, Frodo. I would use this ring from a desire to do good... But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine."


This is how I feel in regards to the challenge. So I guess here is my answer:
"Don't... tempt me Famewriter! I dare not risk it. Not even to help other Prosers. Understand, Famewriter. I would use this gift from a desire to do good... But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine."
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Rhyming challenge! write a silly poem, rhyming one or all of the following words: hippopotamus, yeti, giraffe, capsule, abominable, frolicsome.
Chapter 15 of Collection of Poetry
Written by Charlton_Ghosh

Indeed a Zoo!

I really wish I hadn't bought that Hippopotamus,

He just sits all day eating confetti.

I really wish he'd just leave by bus,

And take with him that pesky Yeti.

Oh he has the worst parties, simply abominable,

With the loud Koala that is frolicsome.

If only he'd clean up afterwards, that'd be pardonable,

But no, the mess is the same. It smells of Possum...

He has a friend who isn't all bad, she's a giraffe,

But he just locked her up in a tiny capsule.

Well I can't write because I'm about to laugh.

Now that's a commotion, truthful, honest and actual!

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Rhyming challenge! write a silly poem, rhyming one or all of the following words: hippopotamus, yeti, giraffe, capsule, abominable, frolicsome.
Chapter 15 of Collection of Poetry
Written by Charlton_Ghosh
Indeed a Zoo!
I really wish I hadn't bought that Hippopotamus,
He just sits all day eating confetti.
I really wish he'd just leave by bus,
And take with him that pesky Yeti.

Oh he has the worst parties, simply abominable,
With the loud Koala that is frolicsome.
If only he'd clean up afterwards, that'd be pardonable,
But no, the mess is the same. It smells of Possum...

He has a friend who isn't all bad, she's a giraffe,
But he just locked her up in a tiny capsule.
Well I can't write because I'm about to laugh.
Now that's a commotion, truthful, honest and actual!
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Guys I need help. It is currently 2 in the morning and I can not sleep because I keep getting things in my head. Situations in my head. The one right now is I wake up in a puddle of my own blood after I hit my head on the counter after my dad pushed me. I wake up covered in blood, crawl up the stairs, and call my grandmother. She calls the police and an ambulance. My dad is arrested and I live with my grandmother. I am legit crying right now because it felt so real. What should I do? I mean it is 2 in the morning I am crying and now can not sleep. This always happens and it involves me getting hurt and always being hurt from my mom or my day. What is going on and what should I do? Any advice?
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@Allyson

I am sharing this with the best intentions. If any of these help, good on. If they don't help, you have my permission to completely ignore them.

1. If you are religious: Pray! I'm serious. Many people may scoff at this but it truly helps. No matter your religion, it helps to shift the weight to someone else. If you are a Christian, you have the perfect guy in Jesus. If you are an atheist, please move on to step two.

2. Talk to friends: This is actually in keeping with the same idea as #1. Talking to friends will help you transfer some of the stress and weight to someone else. Let me put it to you this way: A friend doesn't actually have to do anything. They should be able to simply sit there and listen. If asked a question they will respond, if not, they will give you a shoulder to cry on. This will help. (If you're not comfortable talking about these topics exactly with them, I would highly suggest you still sit down and talk. It is good to keep your mind from dwelling on dark thoughts like these.) If you don't have any good friends, move to step three.

3. Write: I don't mean that you should write on Prose or any other social media platforms. I mean that you should write in a private notebook or in a document on a private computer. This should be a place for you to literally get thoughts out of your head. Think of it this way: The paper has to hold the weight of the ideas, your mind does not. If you don't have a notebook to write in, grab a piece of scrap paper and jot your thoughts on it.

All of these are meant to help you from dwelling on one circling thought. If you can't get the thoughts out with prayer, talk to a close friend who won't judge you based on your darkest thoughts and fears. If you don't have a friend, write your thoughts down. I have never known a piece of paper to hold any grudge or talk poorly about me. Sometimes writing is the best thing you can do!

#4 is perhaps the hardest to hear, and possibly the one that will get the best results. (Rubbing alcohol burns when you put it in a cut, but it cleans the wound.) Also let me note: all of these revolve around the idea of not dwelling on these thoughts. It's not healthy!

4. Go to a psychiatrist: The least personal and the most expensive. I think this one is an "in case all other means fail". Best friends are best for a reason. And remember, there are always people in this world who love you. You are not going unnoticed, your actions do, and will, change the future.

Life is precious, no matter how weird it can get.

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Guys I need help. It is currently 2 in the morning and I can not sleep because I keep getting things in my head. Situations in my head. The one right now is I wake up in a puddle of my own blood after I hit my head on the counter after my dad pushed me. I wake up covered in blood, crawl up the stairs, and call my grandmother. She calls the police and an ambulance. My dad is arrested and I live with my grandmother. I am legit crying right now because it felt so real. What should I do? I mean it is 2 in the morning I am crying and now can not sleep. This always happens and it involves me getting hurt and always being hurt from my mom or my day. What is going on and what should I do? Any advice?
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@Allyson
I am sharing this with the best intentions. If any of these help, good on. If they don't help, you have my permission to completely ignore them.

1. If you are religious: Pray! I'm serious. Many people may scoff at this but it truly helps. No matter your religion, it helps to shift the weight to someone else. If you are a Christian, you have the perfect guy in Jesus. If you are an atheist, please move on to step two.

2. Talk to friends: This is actually in keeping with the same idea as #1. Talking to friends will help you transfer some of the stress and weight to someone else. Let me put it to you this way: A friend doesn't actually have to do anything. They should be able to simply sit there and listen. If asked a question they will respond, if not, they will give you a shoulder to cry on. This will help. (If you're not comfortable talking about these topics exactly with them, I would highly suggest you still sit down and talk. It is good to keep your mind from dwelling on dark thoughts like these.) If you don't have any good friends, move to step three.

3. Write: I don't mean that you should write on Prose or any other social media platforms. I mean that you should write in a private notebook or in a document on a private computer. This should be a place for you to literally get thoughts out of your head. Think of it this way: The paper has to hold the weight of the ideas, your mind does not. If you don't have a notebook to write in, grab a piece of scrap paper and jot your thoughts on it.

All of these are meant to help you from dwelling on one circling thought. If you can't get the thoughts out with prayer, talk to a close friend who won't judge you based on your darkest thoughts and fears. If you don't have a friend, write your thoughts down. I have never known a piece of paper to hold any grudge or talk poorly about me. Sometimes writing is the best thing you can do!

#4 is perhaps the hardest to hear, and possibly the one that will get the best results. (Rubbing alcohol burns when you put it in a cut, but it cleans the wound.) Also let me note: all of these revolve around the idea of not dwelling on these thoughts. It's not healthy!

4. Go to a psychiatrist: The least personal and the most expensive. I think this one is an "in case all other means fail". Best friends are best for a reason. And remember, there are always people in this world who love you. You are not going unnoticed, your actions do, and will, change the future.


Life is precious, no matter how weird it can get.
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Part 6 of the 6 part challenge Please see details and - (Please do part 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 first) We are writing a short story 300 words or more at a time, give or take a few words.
Chapter 21 of Collection of Short Stories
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Fiction

Ariac Castle (Part 6)

Isaac zipped through the air towards the castle. With a nimbleness gained from long practice, he slid between the protective spells that surrounded his home. He landed lightly in the courtyard where he stopped and removed the protective charms he had placed on himself earlier. He made his way to the main entrance of the building, the door of which swung silently inward as he approached. Without stopping, Isaac flung his cloak at a coat-rack where it arranged itself neatly. He strode straight to the stairs leading to the West Tower. The door to the outside world closed behind him just as softly as it had opened.

In the West Tower library, Isaac cleared one book after another off of a dusty shelf. One of these books must contain what he was looking for. He laid them out on a desk and opened them all to their indexes. Muttering a few words he stepped back to watch as the books flipped their pages. Page after page moved, creating a rustling sound that would rival a forest in a hurricane. Isaac watched as all but one of the books eventually flipped their few final pages and closed their back covers. Ah, of course the biography of Gretnu would hold something about dealing with this type of destruction.

"Let's see what she has to say." Isaac removed the other books from the table and settled down in the chair. The book was dusty and old; it was opened to a middle page:

     Chapter Sixteen: On Dealing with the Inhumanity of Magic

         Good luck.

    Chapter Seventeen: The Difference between Mushrooms and Toadstools

         Here's the thing. Most people will never truly understand that Toadstools are not related to Mushrooms at all....

"What?" Isaac roared. "'Good luck' is the only advice she has?" He slammed the book shut. He noticed for the first time that her picture seemed to be smirking up at him with an expression that stated an indifferent pleasure derived from his trials. He shoved the book to the side. Useless waste of paper. He got up and paced around the Tower.

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Part 6 of the 6 part challenge Please see details and - (Please do part 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 first) We are writing a short story 300 words or more at a time, give or take a few words.
Chapter 21 of Collection of Short Stories
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Fiction
Ariac Castle (Part 6)
Isaac zipped through the air towards the castle. With a nimbleness gained from long practice, he slid between the protective spells that surrounded his home. He landed lightly in the courtyard where he stopped and removed the protective charms he had placed on himself earlier. He made his way to the main entrance of the building, the door of which swung silently inward as he approached. Without stopping, Isaac flung his cloak at a coat-rack where it arranged itself neatly. He strode straight to the stairs leading to the West Tower. The door to the outside world closed behind him just as softly as it had opened.

In the West Tower library, Isaac cleared one book after another off of a dusty shelf. One of these books must contain what he was looking for. He laid them out on a desk and opened them all to their indexes. Muttering a few words he stepped back to watch as the books flipped their pages. Page after page moved, creating a rustling sound that would rival a forest in a hurricane. Isaac watched as all but one of the books eventually flipped their few final pages and closed their back covers. Ah, of course the biography of Gretnu would hold something about dealing with this type of destruction.

"Let's see what she has to say." Isaac removed the other books from the table and settled down in the chair. The book was dusty and old; it was opened to a middle page:

     Chapter Sixteen: On Dealing with the Inhumanity of Magic
         Good luck.

    Chapter Seventeen: The Difference between Mushrooms and Toadstools
         Here's the thing. Most people will never truly understand that Toadstools are not related to Mushrooms at all....


"What?" Isaac roared. "'Good luck' is the only advice she has?" He slammed the book shut. He noticed for the first time that her picture seemed to be smirking up at him with an expression that stated an indifferent pleasure derived from his trials. He shoved the book to the side. Useless waste of paper. He got up and paced around the Tower.
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We all know the feeling where you want to add a character to one of your books but you don't know what you want. I'm having that problem so please make up a book character that I can use in one of my books.Give me hair colour, eye colour, personality. I want it all. Don't forget to tag me @Famewriter so I can read them and maybe use them. (If you don't want me to use them, say so in the comments.)
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He was middle aged and average height. His expression was a rather mundane one with just a hint of weariness at the edges. His hair was a dusty brown and his eyes a deep sea blue. Much like the deep sea that he often sailed in his big boat. The man wasn't terribly strong, but years of fishing had taught him to use the muscles that he had. His stomach was well rounded, although not fat. If he found something funny he would laugh with a deep rolling kind of laugh that made everyone around him feel they understood the joke as well. His hands were calloused and worn.

The man took great interest in the world around him, although he seldom showed it. If you were to ask him what kind of bird that was, he could often tell you, but you had to work for that information. He hardly ever just spouted out the names of birds, weather patterns, or whaling migration habits; all of which he knew a great deal about. Emotionally, he kept his cards close to his chest. He had loved once, but he never talked about what had happened to her. His closest friend is his dog, whom always travels happily by his side.

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We all know the feeling where you want to add a character to one of your books but you don't know what you want. I'm having that problem so please make up a book character that I can use in one of my books.Give me hair colour, eye colour, personality. I want it all. Don't forget to tag me @Famewriter so I can read them and maybe use them. (If you don't want me to use them, say so in the comments.)
Written by Charlton_Ghosh
Character Sketch
He was middle aged and average height. His expression was a rather mundane one with just a hint of weariness at the edges. His hair was a dusty brown and his eyes a deep sea blue. Much like the deep sea that he often sailed in his big boat. The man wasn't terribly strong, but years of fishing had taught him to use the muscles that he had. His stomach was well rounded, although not fat. If he found something funny he would laugh with a deep rolling kind of laugh that made everyone around him feel they understood the joke as well. His hands were calloused and worn.

The man took great interest in the world around him, although he seldom showed it. If you were to ask him what kind of bird that was, he could often tell you, but you had to work for that information. He hardly ever just spouted out the names of birds, weather patterns, or whaling migration habits; all of which he knew a great deal about. Emotionally, he kept his cards close to his chest. He had loved once, but he never talked about what had happened to her. His closest friend is his dog, whom always travels happily by his side.
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