Short Story's

[emap]

And the word that caused them.

Risia I'd really prefer this stayed here. I know something of an author section thread though it's nothing but political and every once in a long while, a thread about a story, mostly how long it takes to be published on literotica over there.

So for all of you guys who read this and actually do write, fred and carney, maybe mjl, if he can ever stop hating me. Few others whose names are escaping me, not to mention the newbies, this one is for you guys most.

Anyway, my idea is, let's do short stories based off of one word. Doesn't matter what the word is, just has to lead to a story. You can call for a specific person to write one if you want, though if you want me to do it give me time I am still working on other stuff that calls for more attention.

Not to mention this is not as easy as it sounds. Course next post I put in here I shall call myself a liar but well I've had time to think about it and well it is an easy word.

Oh yeah, when you say a word, do please make it a title or action, names are good to.

Oh yeah since I am starting this, my word will be *Captain* Please don't do anything on this word it's my word darnit.

 

[emap]

Captain

So I shall make myself look a liar because I got a doozy of a tale for ya. Hopefully not that long.

The sea's are rolling, flecks of foam being flecked here and there by the waves cause by the storm now dying that was raging over this section of the sea. Making it's rolling way through the dying embers of the storm is a schooner, sails at half mast still, the crew working frantically to get the sails down and tied off.

On the bow stands a stooped old man, his face starched by sun and sea, his white beard waving about gently in the wind, still stiff but ebbing away to a more gentle clip. Atop his brow sits a cockeyed captains cap, strands of white hair leaking out to wave in the wind or hit him in the face. His gnarled hands are clenched into the railing of his bow.

He stands there hands clenched, face set, his eyes staring at the sunset. Some may gaze at the gorgeous display of yellow, orange, red, and green and remark how it is a glorious sign of God's power. Others may reflect upon the day and be glad for they have done a good day of work. Not the Captain, the Captain stands there staring out at the sunset, the last gleams of sun light falling upon his grizzled face through the clouds, and a tear rolls down his cheek.

His mind does not see what is before him, it is instead looking at where he has been, looking at a person he knew, a woman he loved, his lovely Eleanore. He can see in his mind how he had pursued her across the town one bright summer day, all because she was beautiful, and she had dropped a handkerchef. Her delight at his returning of her lost kerchef delighted him to no end, she had promptly leaned in and given him a kiss, his first ever.

Before he coudl recover from the shock of her lips pressed to his she was gone a note slipped into his hand. Upon the note was a simple little message, a place and a time tomorrow even. He spent the rest of the day pining away after her, feling her lips to his thousands of time. Before he knew it he was to awaken and get to work helping his father bake the morning bread.

All through the day he could not think of anything but her, his father noticed and after chiding him for doing a poor job at his baking that day let him go early with a smile and a wink. Arriving at the place with a hurried breath he is immediately grabbed up by a waiter and deposited in a chair, across the table sat Eleanore, look resplendant and regal in her dress, her blonde hair tussled just so.

His heart swelled at least three sizes durign the course of that meal. He cannot for the life of him recall what was said, all he knew was that they both laughed, they held hands and he loved her.

They met many times over the course of that summer, and the winter to follow, each time doing nothing more than talking and laughing and his love for her kept on growing.

Then his father died, in their second year of courting. His mother and he kept on with the baking as best they could, but could not manage. Finally he went to his sweet beloved and confided in her, he will have to seek employment in the one thing he loved above her, the sea. Her face fell but she told him with a kiss if you must you must, I will wait for you loved.

He spent the next year sailing the sea's as a lowly cabin boy, then a cook's mate. The old cook having fallen overboard never to be seen again, his mate was then promoted and a new mate was needed. With this promotion though he was given a perk, shore leave. He could again meet with his Eleanore, and meet her he did. They came together with a crash and cry of joy, she led him up to their tree, far above the city and seldom visited by others.

There he knew her in a way he had been dreaming of all the time they had been courting. He cannot forget the feel of her golden locks in his fingers, the sensuous thrill of it being drawn through. The feel of her bare skin pressed to his knew no equal. Her cries of joy mixed with his he just knows are still heard atop that hill above the town with the single tree, etched into the bark forever their names.

The next year was soul leechingly long, each day apart from his beloved making the next even harder. The one thing that kept him going on being the sea, the sweet lady that steals your heart and mind and never returns them. During the course of that year, he is promoted again, this time steersman. Along with the shore leave, he is given a raise and a bonus for the successful shipment. Elated he realises, he can buy his beloved a house up the hill away from the town, and the sea which she does not share his love of.

When he meets with his beloved he is given a frightful shock, she is holding a babe. She assures him that it is his child and he welcomes his new son with tears of joy and a great shout. Eleanore joins him in the shout when he shows her the bonus he has gotten and with it a promise of a nice house up the hill.

He again knows his beloved. Feeling her golden locks in his hand, the feel of her skin against his, the joy of her cries and his. This time is different however, this time they are in a bed, their hands adorned with matching rings. For the first time he knows his wife and she knows her husband.

The next year he finds himself promoted to captain, not because he was next in line, he simply was the highest ranking to survive the pirate attack. He is recognized as a captain by the company when they reach port. Not because the crew wished him as captain, they seemed rather indifferent, rather the company named him captain of the ship because he managed to keep the pirates at bay after the captain and first mate were killed in cannon fire.

Glad he was to return home, the thought of his Eleanor again in his arms driving him onwards. He reaches their house to find it empty, with scant but a note. Frantic he runs to his mothers house to find her holding his sweet son, a saddened expression on her face. His sweet beloved Eleanor had died not but 2 months ago during childbirth. Their second could not be saved.

He had returned home in joy and dreams of holding his wife and son to find he had been robbed of all but his son. The next year he stayed there caring for his beloved son, but the sea is a cruel lover, she takes away all happiness except when when riding atop her cold embrace.

With a fallen face his mother tells him to go and do his calling, she will look after his son. With a promise of I will return he leaves, and return he does, for that year and the next. The one after however, he finds an excuse to stay at sea longer, and then longer until it has been ten long hard years between his returns.

Always the thought of his beloved drove him to seek to escape to the heavens to be with her agian. He took on ever more dangerous trips, and always making it through. The sea herself seemed to be mocking him with her cold cool embrace then pulling it away.

On and on he sailed, trying to find his release. Trying and failing to return to the arms of his beloved. His last return was met with a bitter end, his mother had died, his son did not know him and rebuffed him. After that he continued to sail, continued to try and find his release. Ever present atop the bow, hands clutched to the railing, storm or not he stood there, only moving to call out orders, see to a matter of importance aboard the ship or to sleep on rare occassions.

It is said he eventually did find his release, one year, his ship did not arrive. For months it was assumed he had been forced aground in a storm and would show up any day now. It took years for people to accept he was gone, he had never not shown up before.

It is said on foggy nights you can still see a phantom schooner, a grizzled old man standing against the railing of the bow, hands clenched to it, crew working diligently behind him. It is said still he seeks his release, still he seeks the arms of his beloved, forever denied to him by the sea.

Sailors of course have a different reason, his beloved does not return to him because she does not love the sea and the sea never relinquishes her hold on a man.

Yeah I know not erotic or anything but what came to me with the word. So now for a word for the rest of ya'll. We shall make it simple for ya, if you want a tougher word say so and I shall hand out a toughy, or someone will at least.

Your word is *Porn Star*

I did say easy.

 

[GratefulFred]

Nice story emap. Since most stories I read here have a weak or super predictable plot full of every expected type of behavior as an excuse for the grinding sexual acts I always appreciate something else to spur the imagination. Any story that ends in some type of "haunting" or a "phantom" (where have I heard that word before?) is always an appealing way to go out.

I think someone else should jump on "porn star" since my last story The Sexual Prisoner Ch. 03 had to deal with an porn star anyways. Plus someone's bound to put some crazier word for me.

 

[emap]

Thanks, so just for you freddie and your want of a crazier word, how about *fizzlebob*

Can be a name, can be an action, can be well whatever the heck you feel like it's just a weird little thing I heard someplace and I just know you can have fun with it.

Everybody else your word is still *Porn Star* Come on you know you got a short little story about a porn star.

 

[snooper]

Thanks, so just for you freddie and your want of a crazier word, how about *fizzlebob* ...

If an old fogey is allowed to carp a little, imaginary words present no challenge whatever, because the author could write any story whatever which ended with with either
"Fizzlebob," he said.
or
"Fizzlebob," she said.

... Everybody else your word is still *Porn Star* ...

If an old fogey is allowed to carp a little more, "porn star" isn't a word. Even allowing "porn" as a valid word, "porn star" is TWO words.

 

[GratefulFred]

If an old fogey is allowed to carp a little, imaginary words present no challenge whatever, because the author could write any story whatever which ended with with either
"Fizzlebob," he said.
or
"Fizzlebob," she said.

What about a Citizen Kane parody substituting Fizzlebob with Rosebud?

or Fizzlebob Square Pants?

 

[emap]

Yeah yeah I know it's two words, it is also a title. Besides it is easy to write a story about a porn star, and most of the time it is used as one word, pornstar Jenny and such.

I do beleive freddy has a story so I suppose best to leave him to it. Though knowing freddy he won't just take the easy way out. So come on freddy let's see your fizzlebob story.

 

[GratefulFred]

Yeah yeah I know it's two words, it is also a title. Besides it is easy to write a story about a porn star, and most of the time it is used as one word, pornstar Jenny and such.

I do beleive freddy has a story so I suppose best to leave him to it. Though knowing freddy he won't just take the easy way out. So come on freddy let's see your fizzlebob story.

I'll do so on condition that you actually read my D&D adventure.

 

[Emerald_Dragon]

Question:

And the word that caused them.

Risia I'd really prefer this stayed here. I know something of an author section thread though it's nothing but political and every once in a long while, a thread about a story, mostly how long it takes to be published on literotica over there.

So for all of you guys who read this and actually do write, fred and carney, maybe mjl, if he can ever stop hating me. Few others whose names are escaping me, not to mention the newbies, this one is for you guys most.

Anyway, my idea is, let's do short stories based off of one word. Doesn't matter what the word is, just has to lead to a story. You can call for a specific person to write one if you want, though if you want me to do it give me time I am still working on other stuff that calls for more attention.

Not to mention this is not as easy as it sounds. Course next post I put in here I shall call myself a liar but well I've had time to think about it and well it is an easy word.

Oh yeah, when you say a word, do please make it a title or action, names are good to.

Oh yeah since I am starting this, my word will be *Captain* Please don't do anything on this word it's my word darnit.

Do we have to use the word given or can we use our own word?

 

[mjl2010]

I think Risia is getting mad at us. Either that or Fantasies Only is complaining about us...

I can't right now emap, later though.

MJL

 

[emap]

Can't figure on why fantasies would be complaining, or why Risia would be mad. I've not heard anything and this thread is still in story idea's. So ummm why would you say that?

Emerald if you have another word that you want to use go ahead, The whole idea of this thread is to let people expand their thought process, no thought police around I swear.

Just if you would keep it short, Risia would be mad if we start posting stuff over 750 words, or continue anothers story. I think I stayed under with mine, should of checked it with word instead of just typing it straight to the thread.

 

[snoopercharmbrights]

... Just if you would keep it short, Risia would be mad if we start posting stuff over 750 words, ... I think I stayed under with mine, ...

Can't judge length either, eh? 1574 actually.

 

[emap]

Oh my, yep I can't judge length. I shall remember to use word from now on. Risia I am sorry about the length, if you wish I shall remove the story itself and keep it in my PM box for anyone who asks.

 

[Carnevil9]

Oh my, people are starting to murmur about actually posting threads that have something to do with the forum they are in? That's not the Literotica *I* know and love!

 

[GratefulFred]

How about those poets? They converse in poetry and have poetry contests all over the place. I think the poets are out to get us storytellers. And how about that "Nipples" thread? Definitely story feedback material. I tried to post in that thread and they said my nipples were too small.

Live and let live baby!

 

[mjl2010]

Can't figure on why fantasies would be complaining, or why Risia would be mad. I've not heard anything and this thread is still in story idea's. So ummm why would you say that?

I got that impression from this post by Risia. http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=25735663&postcount=28 In Freddy's current thread.

Just if you would keep it short, Risia would be mad if we start posting stuff over 750 words, or continue anothers story. I think I stayed under with mine, should of checked it with word instead of just typing it straight to the thread.

Does it matter? Freddy PM'd me, said fuck it, he's not going to write on this board anymore. Idea's or stories.

MJL

 

[GratefulFred]

I got that impression from this post by Risia. http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=25735663&postcount=28 In Freddy's current thread.



Does it matter? Freddy PM'd me, said fuck it, he's not going to write on this board anymore. Idea's or stories.

MJL

All save one thread, that I consider quite appropriate. I'll bump it long enough so that someone in praticular takes notice. It has something to do with Fantasies.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=567320

 

[emap]

Yeah I saw that remark from her afte I posted my question to you. I get the impression she was more upset that freddy was apparently going to submit the whole thing to literotica as a story after doing it in the forums.

I've only seen her let that fly once in all the time I have been here, oddly enough I was one of the participants. When blacky and I were doing a story together, it's listed in my stories, we would simply post the parts in a thread as we went. She let us I think because she was interested in what we were writing.

Hopefully she won't get mad at me for this thread.

 

[mjl2010]

Well the hammer has fallen. The nail is driven into the beam. The doors have been closed and the bolt thrown.

No more story threads.

The goddess of Story Ideas has so decreed and also said it could not be taken elsewhere.

And this was so much fun.

And I got so many cool ideas.

I don't get what the problem is.

MJ

 

[emap]

Problem is this section of the forum is for story idea's, your not supposed to come in here and create a story to be posted to the stories section of literotica or other places. Which is in essence what fred did in that other thread.

I admit I am leaning over the rules with this thread since it actually should be in author's hangout, which is not used for it's intended purpose anyway so works better in here. Since well in here it comes tons closer to the intended purpose of the section.

Story feedback is for listings of stories that are posted to literotica and the author wishes to get feedback. They do let you post a story there on the forums if you ask nicely. It is a moderated section of the forums, same with the other story section, not entirely sure why there are two but well I did not design the forums either.

If you want to post things anyway you want to, venture into the general board, author's hangout or playground, they are all three not moderated, mainly because need around ten people moderating each on a constant basis just to keep up. If you don't want to wade through a page or two os stuff on politics, racial discrimination and who has the better breasts you should stick to the moderated forums.

Granted you cannot just follow certain thinking, and you can't do certain things, but you get tons better people to talk to. Mostly at any rate.

 

[GratefulFred]

Come on emap, don't bend yourself out of shape over this. For every story of mine or others there used to be 10 newbees asking for underage stuff. Most of those posts actually stood up and we members would moderate that unwanted behavior. Even the long running posts themselves "Favorite Incest" or "Who do you want fuck" do not contribute to the notion of Story Ideas but who cares anyways. All the forums are social places and only the SPAMmers or the people who actually use someone's personal info inappropriately or make hurtful racial slurs are grounds for removal of their content (and actually I liked the ideas from the SPAMmers) as is standardly acceptable to most fair minded people. I mean take the yummy "Nipples" in Story Feedback? How can that any way be related?

No one saw the axe falling and your confusion stems from the fact that you as well as all the collection of "fun loving contributors" feel censorship of something mildly amusing has set in and your having a hard time grasping it. I mean how much harm was committed?

It really is a mute point emap and it's "the purple fonts" right and I figure I should contribute elsewhere.

No sense keeping this discussion open since you can't battle witts on a level playing field. I'll just pick up and move since there's no sense removing all the thought processes thus far and those wanting this and other stories continued just PM or find me and I'll tell you where they've been moved or posted once I find a nesting zone. I am sure there are other places to write and dare I say contribute some ideas (I only have less than a million or so left).

Later emap baby. Go thank Fantasies_Only for me...not!

Perhaps your Freddy's last or one of his last contribution here. It's been fun hanging with people out here, but all good things come to an end sooner or later.

And for the record, I'd contribute all the prize money for my Valentine's Day contest story "The Case of the Missing Boyfriend" equally amongst all of the people who gave me the ideas (save pussylicker who pretty much vanished) and wouldn't take a dime fro myself. It ain't about the money for me. It's all about the creative process. In no praticular order, mjl, darkbee, shendude, ms.read, babygrrl, rydia and carney all helped make it happen. PM me demanding your 1/7th share each if a miracle occurs.