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Posted: 08 Apr 06, 23:30 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

THE FAIRY FELLER - STORY 1
A bright, young fairy man walked down the noisy street of a large village. He walked quietly, his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground. Slung over his left shoulder was an axe -- Medium-sized, sharp and shining in the cold air. He ignored the stares and awed voices put at him, instead repeating the task appointed upon him by the fairy queen, Titania.
You see, the fairy feller was quite famous in this village; actually he was known all around for his amazing lumber work, and for creating beautifully ornate woodworks with his slender hands; he also fixed many things, from kitchen utensils...To well, anything!
Anyway, the task he was assigned to was fairly simple -- To crack a very large hazelnut in half to build a new carriage for Princess Mab, Queen Titania's daughter. He was making his way to the woods, but the throngs of people around him made it difficult. He became somewhat tired and decided to rest at a tavern, to get a drink and chat with some fairy folk for a bit.
"No worries," he thought. "I will get to the woods by night's noon time."
Just as he was about to enter the tavern, a very large, rotund man came bounding towards him.
"Oh, mister feller!" the man said loudly, hopping closer to him. "Mister feller!"
"Oh dear," murmured the feller. It was the obnoxious ostler. He was always bothering him. "What do you want, you fat bucket of -- Oh, hello, mister ostler!" said the feller much too happily.
"Helloooo!" said the ostler, flashing him an overly friendly, almost leering smile. The feller shuddered. "How are you this afternoon?"
"Er, fine, just about to get a drink," answered the feller, more pain sinking into him now. Great, he would now have to have a drink with the fat bloke. "Er...Care to join me, sir?"
"Oh, yes, yes yes, anything with the great, wonderful fairy feller!" cried the ostler, lifting his sausage-like arms into the air.
The feller grimaced and opened the door, letting the ostler in first.
"Try not to kill me now..." thought the feller, as the ostler squeezed in. The feller looked down and noticed something odd about the ostler. Ah, he wasn't wearing any shoes! Why on earth was he not wearing any shoes?
The ostler ordered two pints of ale to be brought, and they sat down on the overstuffed armchairs near the fireplace. Everyone in the tavern hushed and stared as the ostler plopped down, and the feller delicately placed himself into the chair.
"The fairy feller!" someone cried.
"Mister feller, hello!"
The feller turned around and smiled at the fairy folk. He waved to them. They stared stupidly at him and waved back. He laughed and turned to the ostler, who was staring at him adoringly.
"Erm, so, mister ostler," said the feller. "How are your horses?"
"Oh, very fine, very fine!" replied the ostler, rubbing his round middle. "You should come by and see them. My finest horse, Chestnut, yes, is growing very finely. I think he would like you."
"Oh, that's very nice," said the feller, turning to take his pint from the tavern man. "Thank you." He placed a large, silver coin on the tray.
The ostler took his and placed a very small coin on the tray. The ostler wasn't very rich.
"Mister ostler," said the feller, putting his cup down on the table. "May I ask where your shoes went?"
"Oh!" said the ostler, spilling some of his ale. "My only pair...I had to get them fixed today. They're finished, and I still have to pay. I almost got to paying the tailor, but I...Er, ran short." He looked down at his bare feet.
The feller sighed. "Do you need me to help you?"
"That would be nice."
"How do your shoes keep to fit you? Don't your feet grow?"
"Well," said the ostler, shuffling his feet


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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 09:43 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

It's a good first chapter!


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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 16:12 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Man! I guess you all don't get it.

I'm off to write the second story anyway, as a last attempt.


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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 17:10 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

i like this, it does have a LOTR feel to it...
I love the trilogy!
Keep going!

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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 17:36 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

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Man! I guess you all don't get it.

I'm off to write the second story anyway, as a last attempt.


we don't get what?


life is like a box of chocolates...stuffed with individuals.

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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 18:12 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

I thought it might have come off as too serious.


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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 18:19 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

no, i don't think so. are you still going with the character list you made? if so, i'll have to go check that out.


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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 18:22 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Yeah, I'm still following that list, except I changed Brian's character, you'll see it.


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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 18:35 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

cool, thanks.


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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 18:54 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Wow, that's really good, I look forward to reading the next part.

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Posted: 09 Apr 06, 20:04 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

THE FAIRY FELLER - STORY 2
The day turned slowly to early evening. The feller wanted a rest, so he asked the tavern man if he could use a room for a few hours.
"Yes, we have a very good room put aside for ye, mister feller," the tavern man said. "Follow me, sir."
The feller told the fairy folk that he would be down later, and that if they had the energy, they all could accompany him to the woods. As he walked up the stairs, the crowd buzzed with excitement.
The feller walked into his spacious room and had a look around. He gently laid his axe on the night table, and examined the rest of the chamber. A soft, comfortable bed, a large window for viewing, two tables, and a lamp filled with the finest oil.
"Does the feller find his room intact and fit to his needs?" asked the tavern man.
"Yes, very much so," replied the feller, turning to face him. "Though I will only be in here for a few hours, it will be the best rest ever."
The tavern man gave him a toothy grin and walked off.
The feller walked to the side of the bed facing the window and took off his shoes. He stretched, while taking off his coat, then placed it on a chair. He had almost taken off his shirt when he heard someone (or several someones) giggle outside his window. He looked up; the giggling stopped. He finally peeled his shirt off and put it near his coat, going on to remove his breeches. A loud ring of giggles erupted, and the feller looked up quickly again. The giggling yet again subsided, save for a few snorts. His brow furrowed, he got up and walked towards the window.
He slowly crept his hand up to the window latch and turned it. He pushed the window out and stuck his head into the clear night air. He looked to his left, to his right, upwards, and downwards. He gasped -- there were quite a number of small bluish female fairies hovering underneath his window. They looked up at him and laughed loudly, the high pitched tones vibrating in the feller's ears. They giggled to each other and flew out and around his head, playfully plucking his hair and occasionally sitting on his shoulders. He brushed them off, but did so with a smile on his face.
"What are you lot doing here? Hm?" asked the feller gently, letting one of the fairies stand on his finger. "Are you girls here with someone?"
But all they did was laugh once again and fly wildly in the air. The feller watched them quietly for a few minutes, until one of the small fairies stopped and kept shouting, "Ee! Ee! Ee! Eeeee!" and pointing at something. The feller looked in the direction she was pointing.
In the air was a young man, as young as the feller himself, flying slowly towards the group. He had a fair complexion, and a laughing smile, the silver-like green clothing he was wearing accentuated his golden blond hair. He stopped at the front of the window, not taking any notice of the feller.
"My, my, it seems my girls have arrived early!" said the young man, he looked around at them all as they surrounded him in a glowing circle. "How are you all tonight?" He lifted his hand out to them, and mainly all of them fitted themselves into his hand. "Lovely!" He cooed to them, and they giggled again. Then one of the fairies wrapped a tiny arm around his thumb and pointed to the feller. The man finally noticed him.
"Oh, oh, hullo!" said the young man. "Are you the feller? As she says?" The little fairy plopped down again, wiggling her fingers at him.
"Yes, I am," he answered, staring at the man with curiosity. "Who are you?"
"Me? I am the dragonfly trumpeter!" the man cried out loudly, extracting a small horn from basically out of nowhere, and giving the horn a small toot. "It's a pleasure to be in the great feller's presence!" He bowed low, and the lot of small fairies watching him copied him and bowed too. The feller mumbled his than


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Posted: 10 Apr 06, 11:46 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Is this going to be another Freddie/Roger romance, Lol...
Whilst you are in the mindset for mystical things, or so it seems, perhaps you should write something about the Black Queen/White Queen having a feud and the schism between two kingdoms: white and black?
Or some sort of mess like that lol


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Posted: 10 Apr 06, 20:37 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Ee, these chapters are so long, I don't mind this thread being thrown back on the useless pile, I'll revive it again.

Don't you all like those little fairies? They are cute!


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Posted: 10 Apr 06, 22:13 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

This story is beginning to get mighty silly.

THE FAIRY FELLER - STORY 3
The trumpeter returned to the feller's window two hours before the nut event. He peered into the window, seeing if he was still asleep: He could see nothing. He raised his fist and rapped on the glass rather loudly.
"Get that satyr away from my petticoats!" yelled the feller, awaking from his odd dream. He shook his head and turned to the window, where the knocking continued. "Who's that?"
"It's me, the trumpeter!" said he from outside. The feller squinted at the grandfather clock on the corner.
"You came an hour too early," said the feller back to him, lying down again. "Come back when it is time."
The trumpeter went into a spaz of gasping, tisking, spitting and blinking, all in a repetitive order. "But I think you should get there early! You should see them all out there! All in the streets, you'll never get there on time if we go an hour later!"
The feller slid out of the bed and opened the window; the trumpeter immediately let himself in. "Look!" he said in awe, pushing the feller's head out of the window. The trumpeter was correct, it seemed to be the entire village out tonight.
The feller groaned, and reached for his clothes. "I guess we will have to go." He slipped his shirt on, then his coat, and went around his bed to get his axe. He took some time to look at the trumpeter; he had changed his outift for this occasion, now dressed in silvery-blue.
The feller examined him over again: he noticed that near the trumpeter's privy area, there was a ridiculous looking codpiece, all shining and laced up...The feller looked away and grimaced.
"Oi, wot are you looking at?" said the trumpeter, looking down and moving his head side to side.
"Ergh, nothing," replied the feller, walking towards the door.
"Wait!" cried the trumpeter, reaching out to him. "We are not going that way!"
"Which way then!?" said the feller impatiently.
"We are flying!"
"But I can't fly!"
"Yes, you can't fly, but I can," said the trumpeter rising into the air. "That is why I am carrying you!"
"What?"
The trumpeter ran over to him and grabbed his arm, bringing him back to the window.
"Come on," he said, pushing the feller. "Sit on the ledge!"
The feller felt quite silly, but he sat anyway. "All right."
"Okay, hold on!" the trumpeter stood behind him, and placed his hands under the feller's arms. The feller accidentally looked up and caught a faceful of the middle of the trumpeter's legs.
"Ergh!" he shouted.
"Wot!?" said the trumpeter again. "Here we go!" He lifted off, steadying himself, gripping the feller in his arms.
"I feel like a fool," mumbled the feller.
"A great fool! Look down!"
Below them, the fairy folk caught the two in the air and were now shouting and clapping.
"Mister trumpeter, you are hurting my sweat glands."
"Woops, sorry," he took a little pressure off of his underarms. His thinking went off for a bit, and almost tore off one of the feller's leg on the side of a roof.
"Watch it, you bugger!"
"Sorry!"
They continued flying into the night.


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Posted: 10 Apr 06, 22:36 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Oh, dear..! Faces getting smashed into crotches and whatnot; I believe this story is developing quite well! :-P
Anyway, I've an idea of my own (the one that has grown in my head about the White Queen/Black Queen since I first listened to Queen ll) That I shared earlier but I think it's time I threw my other rat terd stories aside for now and work out the crap in them over summer break.


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Posted: 10 Apr 06, 22:48 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

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Oh, dear..! Faces getting smashed into crotches and whatnot; I believe this story is developing quite well! :-P
Anyway, I've an idea of my own (the one that has grown in my head about the White Queen/Black Queen since I first listened to Queen ll) That I shared earlier but I think it's time I threw my other rat terd stories aside for now and work out the crap in them over summer break.


Yeah, you should definitely work on it over break when you have more time. I have spring break starting this friday (YES) and I'm going to see what I can come up with.


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Posted: 10 Apr 06, 22:49 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Is anyone else reading this besides childwhoevery1hates (thank you by the way)? I'd like some feedback, thanks.


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Posted: 10 Apr 06, 23:03 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Any time. i enjoy reading literature by other peeps my age.


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Posted: 11 Apr 06, 16:18 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Ha. I knew it. It IS too serious for you all. Except for a few of you.


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Posted: 11 Apr 06, 16:19 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

I'm not writing anymore..Because. Revolt!


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