We're having an Epic Story Time over on /co/ set up by NTSTS and Duplex. We have to respond to the simple prompt:
Rairty Falls in Love With a Dress Maker
And make it as excellent as possible, we let our imaginations fly on this one.
Participants are here:
-Nig Nog Bippedy Boop Puddin Pops (
The stories are completed, and anonymous. So as to prevent swaying they're presented in Google Docs format
The stories are as follows"
Whirlwind Romance ( https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lXaWBrcFVgjitGJnNlK4G8BP3anOe630Uo9KYsii7f8/edit
Art of the Dress
Luck of the Draw
Where the wild roses grow https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zReP1SuLPA65TLU4iC345K5AeH37MIV5a1wx7sEECjY/edit?hl=en_US
Voting takes place here::
(To all of those reading: this is a poem about to friends [Bic Mac and Braeburn] just talking over a western [hence the
description of the dirt] nights sky. It’s abstract, but it covers the prompt)
Beneath us lies a layer of hard yet soft, wet yet dry dirt, that shines a brilliant shade of grey over the night sky.
In between us swims the sea of life that grants the power to express the feelings that we have, through our words.
Above us soars the beacon of sleep that keeps us awake, prolonging the dance of the wind, binded by the earth.
We talk of things.
Subjects of love.
Subjects of hate.
Subjects of violence.
Subjects of healing.
Subjects of harmony.
Subjects of discord.
Subjects of lies.
Subjects of truth.
Two colts Cities that are
from two cities vastly different
Held together by one thing