Hey all,
Here's are a couple of story ideas that have floated to the top of my mind. One's a little light-hearted but the other is pretty dark. I don't really intend on developing them so if you feel the urge or feel the twinkling of inspiration please feel free to use as the basis of a story or rp. The only thing I'd like to add is that if you do use one of them as the basis of an idea I'd love you to send me a link to the finished product! Also, if you write a story I'd get a kick out of a mention somewhere "inspired by..." type of thing! Anyway here goes...
Water
'One, two, breathe. One, two, breathe. One, two, breathe.' Cally repeated the timing in her head as she glided through the water.
"More rotation on your left side!" shouted Coach as he trotted along next to the pool, half watching Cally's freestyle technique and half watching his ever-present stopwatch.
Cally tucked her chin to her chest and performed a perfect tumble-roll before powering into her final length 'One, two, breathe'
In short time Cally was stretching for the wall on her final stroke, immediately having touched home she looked up to coach for his feedback.
Coach studied his stopwatch for a split-second then raised his head and voice
"Four twenty-six point one eight! Great time Cally!"
Cally smiled to herself then hoisted herself from the pool and strode off toward the locker room, barging past the small group of other seniors who had gathered, awaiting their turn to perform the time-trial. "Good luck beating that, losers" Cally spat out as she passed the back of the queue.
Cally went through her usual routine of unwinding; sitting in her swimsuit for a few minutes before stretching out her back, then shoulders, legs and finishing with her chest. Then she headed for the shower.
Cally felt the hot water run down her body and pulled the swimsuit down to her waist allowing the heat to wash over her released chest. Then she bent at the waist pushing the swimsuit down to her ankles, always keeping her legs perfectly straight, using the movement to stretch out her hamstrings.
'Click' Cally spun at the sound, instinctively covering her modesty as well as she could "What the fuck, Dan?!" Dan Coleman stood at the entrance to the showers, smartphone in hand.
"Nice shot Cally, I think I got your good side!" He laughed at his own joke.
"This is the female shower room, Dan. Get the fuck out" Cally dropped her hands to her side and stood up straight, nude and nervous but refusing to be intimidated "Get out now or I'll scream for Coach"
Dan put his hands up defensively "Hey no need for that aggro, darlin'. Me and the boys just wanted to congratulate you on your record time" Dan gestured to his side where Tod and Joey were appearing from around the corner, naked "and besides," Dan added as he pushed his swimming shorts to the floor and stepped out of them revealing his growing lust "this is Coach's phone. He'll be here in a minute..."
The Crone
Already the crows and other scavnegers were feasting. The battlefield was strewn with the dead, limbs cleaved, organs exposed. Blood soaked the soil. Red and brown everywhere.
A hooded figure hobbled through the sea of bodies, staff in hand to give support to the crooked figure. The figure in the brown robes knelt next to a corpse. A spindly, wrinkled hand, little more that skin and bone reached out from the folds of the coarse material and touched the face of the warrior.
"Dead!" the voice of the crone sounded like the grating of nails on a slate, but the disappointment could still be heard. She moved on from corpse to corpse "Dead! Dead! Dead!"
Sir Darent lay watching the macabre scene unfold before his eyes, unable to speak or move, his dead horse laying across him. He knew he should be dead as well, crushed by his steed, but still he seemed to be clinging to life in continual pain.
[/snip](Please write out your ideas for stories within this board of Lit and not 1,000 + story vignettes!)
Here's are a couple of story ideas that have floated to the top of my mind. One's a little light-hearted but the other is pretty dark. I don't really intend on developing them so if you feel the urge or feel the twinkling of inspiration please feel free to use as the basis of a story or rp. The only thing I'd like to add is that if you do use one of them as the basis of an idea I'd love you to send me a link to the finished product! Also, if you write a story I'd get a kick out of a mention somewhere "inspired by..." type of thing! Anyway here goes...
Water
'One, two, breathe. One, two, breathe. One, two, breathe.' Cally repeated the timing in her head as she glided through the water.
"More rotation on your left side!" shouted Coach as he trotted along next to the pool, half watching Cally's freestyle technique and half watching his ever-present stopwatch.
Cally tucked her chin to her chest and performed a perfect tumble-roll before powering into her final length 'One, two, breathe'
In short time Cally was stretching for the wall on her final stroke, immediately having touched home she looked up to coach for his feedback.
Coach studied his stopwatch for a split-second then raised his head and voice
"Four twenty-six point one eight! Great time Cally!"
Cally smiled to herself then hoisted herself from the pool and strode off toward the locker room, barging past the small group of other seniors who had gathered, awaiting their turn to perform the time-trial. "Good luck beating that, losers" Cally spat out as she passed the back of the queue.
Cally went through her usual routine of unwinding; sitting in her swimsuit for a few minutes before stretching out her back, then shoulders, legs and finishing with her chest. Then she headed for the shower.
Cally felt the hot water run down her body and pulled the swimsuit down to her waist allowing the heat to wash over her released chest. Then she bent at the waist pushing the swimsuit down to her ankles, always keeping her legs perfectly straight, using the movement to stretch out her hamstrings.
'Click' Cally spun at the sound, instinctively covering her modesty as well as she could "What the fuck, Dan?!" Dan Coleman stood at the entrance to the showers, smartphone in hand.
"Nice shot Cally, I think I got your good side!" He laughed at his own joke.
"This is the female shower room, Dan. Get the fuck out" Cally dropped her hands to her side and stood up straight, nude and nervous but refusing to be intimidated "Get out now or I'll scream for Coach"
Dan put his hands up defensively "Hey no need for that aggro, darlin'. Me and the boys just wanted to congratulate you on your record time" Dan gestured to his side where Tod and Joey were appearing from around the corner, naked "and besides," Dan added as he pushed his swimming shorts to the floor and stepped out of them revealing his growing lust "this is Coach's phone. He'll be here in a minute..."
The Crone
Already the crows and other scavnegers were feasting. The battlefield was strewn with the dead, limbs cleaved, organs exposed. Blood soaked the soil. Red and brown everywhere.
A hooded figure hobbled through the sea of bodies, staff in hand to give support to the crooked figure. The figure in the brown robes knelt next to a corpse. A spindly, wrinkled hand, little more that skin and bone reached out from the folds of the coarse material and touched the face of the warrior.
"Dead!" the voice of the crone sounded like the grating of nails on a slate, but the disappointment could still be heard. She moved on from corpse to corpse "Dead! Dead! Dead!"
Sir Darent lay watching the macabre scene unfold before his eyes, unable to speak or move, his dead horse laying across him. He knew he should be dead as well, crushed by his steed, but still he seemed to be clinging to life in continual pain.
[/snip](Please write out your ideas for stories within this board of Lit and not 1,000 + story vignettes!)
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