Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Varos Talantos on Mar 21, 2014 19:12:08 GMT -5
Now, usually here at Distension we encourage a 150 word minimum, and sometimes it can be easy to get carried away. But have you ever tried writing something in 100 words exactly?
So here is the challenge. Write a short story (Distension related or not) in exactly 100 words. The story we like best will earn a prize. The size of the prize will depend on the number of participants.
Happy writings,
Varos
Last Edit: Mar 21, 2014 19:13:26 GMT -5 by Varos Talantos
Post by Apollo Lion on May 22, 2014 10:37:37 GMT -5
“climb to the top,” he recited to himself, “climb climb!!!” he didn't know why he was climbing or what he climbed for. all he knew was he was climbing, trying to escape the surrounding darkness, only climbing until he reached the light. “friends, family, loved ones, i will receive them all if i just climb climb!!!” he wanted friendship, he wanted loved ones, so he climbed doing whatever it took to reach the top. when he finally reached the top, when he finally looked upon what he climbed, all he found was nothing. “so what is the point of climbing?”
Post by Kyrian Tidus on May 22, 2014 10:49:51 GMT -5
Fine... I'll play your little game, Stili.
"The Prince"
There once was a being known by the name of Kyrian. He was kind, athletic, funny, charming, protective, wise, intelligent, and romantic. However, most importantly, he was incredibly sexy. The man had perfect musculature, as if he were chiseled from the purest stone. His eyes were able to bewitch the devil himself. His hair was as soft as extremely whipped cream. His voice could make the most mundane word more beautiful than the greatest symphony. Even down to his fingernails, the man was an image of perfect beauty. There was nobody sexier. And that ass… Oh my gawd, that ass!
Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Sept 20, 2014 2:46:27 GMT -5
Into the gloom they rode, fast like the speeding wind. Four horses, galloping across the muddy ground. Their saddles tight and empty, their breath like clouds on the dank air. Hooves fierce and fast, they pounded the soil, fleeing from a sight unknown, a horror so vile it frightened the beasts into the wind. With coats as black as the night, the horses fled but their rides no-where to be seen. Behind them, the roar of death sang into the night, the scream of the beast that chased their fleeing flanks. It chilled the animals to the bone, closing in...
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Sept 20, 2014 16:00:12 GMT -5
The demon stood in the center of a battle ring, swords placed in his hands. How he loved to do these sparing sessions against some of his finest bodyguards. And while it was nice having them, he also knew that he had to be able to rely on himself. He stood there as the first man came at him and he raises his blades to defend. 'Ting, clash, swoosh' ah to hear those sounds exhilarated him. They danced swords clashing and singing. So sweet was that sound and even left him sad as the fight ended too soon for him.
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Sept 20, 2014 23:16:14 GMT -5
There once was a wild young lass, who did naught but sit still on her ass. Th'lady sat on her stool and ate from her gruel, giving wide-eyed smiles all day. But one day a man came, and thought he could tame so concoct a good plan he did start. He would wait for the dark to call forth his hark, and snatch up his prize on the mark. The plan did astound, until ran aground when discovered she yet was glued down. Imagine the poor fool's face, when in his queer prize's place sat a pixie of plastic physique.