Sudden urge to write something tonight. Just give me a subject/person/random word and I'll try to get something written for you

Not sure how many to take, so open slots for now.

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I awoke from the shelter of the Ruins,
Raindrops on my snout.
Looking to the dark sky,
I realized that it was a particular day...

There was an odd feel to the day.
That I should be mourning,
The loss of a loved one...
And the sadness of a country far away...

But I stood, shook the rain off of my fur,
And walked out of the place to find others waiting.
They were sitting around Run's memorial,
All there for the same purpose.

I joined them, and sent my prayers to the sky.
The rain seemed to cleanse my thoughts,
And purified that which I prayed for.
I saw the others doing the same...

Soon a few became many.
Nearly the entire Forest was here,
Sitting, standing, occasionally dancing.
Some knew what this was, others didn't.

But it didn't matter today.
They came, they sat, they stood, they danced.
For this day, we were all finding peace.
Rivalries and grudges did not matter this day.

Young fawns, majestic stags, lovely does, old ones...
Green, red, blue, white, black, orange, brown...
It did not matter who we were or what we believed in.
We were all here together, all for one purpose.

The sky wept today to wash away our burdens,
So we could open our eyes and consider others,
Those who were suffering much more than we were,
And those who had left us from this world.

I looked to all of them sitting here,
Watched their eyes as they nodded to me.
And in this moment, I discovered a hidden gem.
We really have it all, together.

This day, it did not matter who we were or where we came from.
It did not matter what we looked like or what we thought.
All that mattered was the unity and fellowship we offered.
We truly were one big family, each and every one of us.





This day, I woke up thinking I would mourn and be full of sorrow,
But I found so

This is an announcement for an event I will be hosting on Sunday, July 24th, the 1st anniversary of my Dad's passing away. We will also dedicate this to those in Norway, our prayers go out to them as well.

Date - July 24th, 2011
Time - All day (I'll try to log into the Forest around 7:00 AM CST, and will most likely log out around 8:00-10:00 PM CST)
Place - Run's memorial near the Ruins (see below for a few screenshots of where to sit)
We prefer you sit around the light, and please do not stand/dance in the center.
No dress code, wear whatever you have on at the time.

Here is where we will be sitting at:







Look for Quad, and please feel free to sit with him as long as you'd like. Please keep in mind that I will not be at my laptop the entire time, but just being there with Quad if only for a little while is all you need to do.

If you guys don't mind, please take screenshots for me. And if you can't make it, please don't feel bad, I understand completely.

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It's amazing that it's been a year since Dad passed away from rectal and liver cancer. I can still remember last year very vividly, and since then, we've gotten to our 'new normal' as they say.

"It was foolish of me to think I was of any use. Fighting against darkness and infection is one thing, and yes, I know I am important for protecting the Forest from Iugulare. But when it comes to fighting with antlers...with being normal...who am I kidding? I'm pathetic.

I thought a close friend was in danger today when really he was just having fun with another deer. I tried so hard to stop them from what I thought was a fight to the death, and when nothing seemed to work, I ran away. I'm no hero, I have no strength. I'm nothing but a coward with big stupid antlers that are useless on my head. It would have been better if Michael had given these antlers to someone else.

My only other alternative is to seek help...to seek out someone who would be willing to teach me how to be strong and brave. Maybe then I wouldn't be so afraid when I see other deer fighting. Maybe then the does might actually find me to be attractive...sigh...

I miss my Mazey...the only doe that has ever really loved me. And yet...I never did have to fight for her love..."


Before Toukan and Ourania, Quad hits his antlers on a tree until they snap off, the heavy antlers hitting the ground with a thud. He feels his head being lighter, and turning, he speaks to them:

"I want to learn how to fight, and not run away. This which is left will be enough to work with (I hope). See...I didn't deserve those antlers, they're for strong deer, and I'm nothing of the sort. That's why I want them to regrow...I want to earn them back. I want to prove to this Forest that I'm not a coward"

He spreads the word, asking anyone who would be willing to teach him what they know of fighting.

For this contest






Her eyes caught a glimpse of something approaching. She tilted her head curiously. Was it a star falling to Earth? Was it the Moon that had decided to give itself back to the planet? She didn't know. She only saw a glowing red thing coming closer.

Her fogged eyes could not make out the form of the other deer. He seemed to radiate to her, a brilliant red aura that was otherwise unseen, masked by his red fur.

For a brief moment, she caught a glimpse of his actual shape - a great red stag with a glorious crown atop his head. Being nearly blind, the darkness that took her sight away was easily pierced through by light. This one was no different. He resembled her older brother in a way...though glowing red instead of white.

The doe stood here. She rarely walked unless she was accompanied by another. She would often trip over those she could not see. It was a burden to her, so that was why she sat so often. She smiled now, sure that she was not seeing a falling star or other strange thing, but that she was in the presence of one who seemed to radiate outwardly. He would not understand what the fortuneteller's eyes saw.

"Hello there, you must be a king as I see the crown you are wearing.", Hex spoke at once, a slight smile on her lips. She was never wrong.

The stag stopped, unsure what to think of this strange doe who seemed to look like the sky itself. The darkness of the night hid her well, he actually did not see her there and was a little startled by the voice. "Hello to you, my fair lady.", Mr. Sanguine replied.

The doe gave a slight nod in his direction. [=purple]"It seems as if there is something on your mind.

For my writing challenge, a story about my imaginary friend when I was a child. Please feel free to participate as well, I'd love to read a story about your imaginary friend when you had one (or if you still do).

My imaginary friend was named Cat Chris, and was an anthropomorphic feline character who had impressive speed and reflexes. He fought against an evil character named Slimeco, who inspired the earliest stages of Iugulare's infection. So you'll see infected creatures pop up in the story, but from a different villain than Iugulare.

Anyway, enjoy.

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The distant shore was slowly approaching in the early morning light. He stood on the edge of the boat, another ferrying him across. It was an island of horrors, as it harbored many production plants by that evil being named Slimeco. It was one source for many of the infected creatures that had begun spreading throughout the world. The facility needed to be shut down, or else Slimeco's domination of Earth would continue to spread.

He needed to be careful here. The island was crawling with infected creatures, all who would love to capture and infect Slimeco's enemy. Even the waters teemed with infected whales and dolphins. They watched the boat close by, unsure whether to attack or to wait. He was lucky they didn't knock him off the boat.

He can't swim. One of the few weaknesses of being a cat.

His feline ears perked and twitched, listening for any signs of danger. His eyes were locked on the distant horizon - green eyes with slit pupils. His fur was golden with brown stripes that lined his cheeks and arms. He wore loose clothing much like a martial artist, with some supplies on his belt. The less he had to carry, the faster he could be.

The boat drifted to the shore.

I had an idea for writing inspiration, and wanted to see if anyone else was interested in joining me in giving this a try.

Did you have an imaginary friend (or do you have an imaginary friend now)? Does your friend have a story? I think it would be really fun to write a story about your imaginary friend!

Yes, even if your imaginary friend really is your TEF deer, you can still participate!

You can also write about yourself interacting with your imaginary friend if they don't really have a story. Or any other kind of thing you did that was imaginary (look at CalmlyBree's story for an example)

My imaginary friend was named Cat Chris, and was an anthropomorphic feline character who had impressive speed and reflexes. He fought against an evil character named Slimeco, who inspired the earliest stages of Iugulare's infection. So you'll see infected creatures pop up in the story, but from a different villain than Iugulare.

Anyway, is anyone interested?

Here's the stories written so far:

On the other shore - Cat Chris by QuadRaptor
Starfire by Zyzzy
Imaginary Friend... by CalmlyBree
Ashen by Shaila
Hobbick, Gobbick, and Nordick by IoRez
The Invisible Army by Ryff

Vent writing ahead.























Here I sit, behind these bars
Nothing but an open field to see
No possibility of parole
No bonds can be paid for my crime
No get out of jail card

Here I sit, watching free birds fly
Watching deer in the distance
Wishing I could be like them
But then remembering what I am
A prisoner who could never be free

Here I sit, waiting for my fate
Wondering what will ever happen to me
Dreaming of what I'd enjoy in life
But dreams are nothing but false
My crime seals my life away

Here I sit, deep in my thoughts
Reflecting on my sentence
Wondering how the crime I made
Could ever be punished so severely
I am a living example of such

Here I sit, behind these bars
One who committed the ultimate crime
Of being born, of being alive
And not being able to pay my debt
Because life is a costly mistake

Inspiration

I apologize if I get his speech or personality incorrect.





The pond was unusually high this night. His gaze looked to the heavens, seeing the moon much larger and redder than normal. The sight pleased him. Red was his color...the color of kings.

Here he stood watch over those who slumbered. Mere pawns, but perhaps...a rook, knight, or bishop could emerge from them. They had potential...to become loyal, to serve the crown...to even die for their king.

But who was worthy? Who of these lowly peasants could fill the ranks of the king's loyal militia? Who among them would give their life for the crown?

He walked on, the cooling waters pleasant to his hooves, but he looked for something else. Somewhere fit for a king. As he walked on up the hill, he soon found a great tree. It was the biggest of all in the Forest, and just looking at it's grandeur was inspiring. He peered in. No commoners in here. Nothing but a hollow ambiance. It seemed like a suitable place for a king to rest his weary bones.

He sat and watched from within the shelter of the Oak. It was his castle, the sound echoing into his mind and breaking the silence of the night. He began to drift into a slumber when he heard something...a quiet whisper in his ears.

"A chamber fitting for one of royalty such as yourself. Yes...you claim this old tree as your own, just for this night, but I could give you the entire Forest.", the voice was chilling and raspy. The king turned to see who was talking to him, but saw nothing but darkness.

"Show yourself!", his voice was loud and booming, a commanding authority to those lesser than him.

He turned and was taken aback when the slender creature was standing before him, blocking the entrance to the Oak. [=darkgrey]"The entire Forest could become your kingdom if you would simply serve me.

I know there was a blog like this before, but I wanted to make this for those who have made artwork or writing that got little or no comments. If you have posted something and wanted feedback but didn't get a response, please feel free to post a link here in the comments and I will add it to the list. Whatever is most recently posted will be at the top of the list.

If you're reading this and have a moment, please click on one of the links and comment for someone. I know I can speak for many that it really makes your day when you make something and get a comment or two. In fact, it was Misako's Art Blog that inspired this, "I worked hard on every piece of work you see. It would be polite if you could give me some form of feedback."

Artwork, writing, poetry, music, craftwork, and so on are welcome. And I'll make sure to bump this as much as I can.