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 posted on 2021-07-27

Caper's Song Book

https://gamerplus.org/blogs/post/798

A bard's songbook is like a magician's spell book in that it contains words of power, songs for wind, songs for rain, songs to make the fire burn hotter and warm the room, songs of companionship to warm the heart.

https://gamerplus.org/blogs/post/797

Ari and Caper worked on Caper's Song Book last night on Inspired Unreality.

First we worked on a list of songs.

Song to make people dance
Song to make people alert
Song to make people like me AKA the opening numbers
Song of reflection
Song of hope

We will use this thread to wok on Caper's Song Book.

hairylarry posted on 2021-07-27 at 22:00 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-10-06

The Case Of The Harvest Festival ... continued

Mathius said, "And how did my maps get here? I know Marantha didn't take them."

Just then the adventurers walked through the door looking a little bit tired of being regaled.

Everyone looked up and a hush fell over the room. Once again the witch put her finger beside her nose. "Maybe our heroes can help us solve this mystery."

hairylarry posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:41 Central Time.

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The Case Of The Harvest Festival ... continued

The sheriff shook his head and the confused look on his face told the others he was as perplexed as they were.

"This is the craziest thing I've ever investigated," Slykver said.

The witch raised her eyebrows and glancing around the group admitted rather reluctantly that she too was confounded.

"I can't say that I see anything particularly telling in this hodgepodge, but I feel that there must be something that connects the items or maybe there is more than one thief and each chose something that was conveniently available."

"But who would think a cat's milk dish was worth taking," Mavis interjected. "What's even less understandable they took my corsets.

When the shouts of laughter died Mavis glowered and informed the group that it wasn't a laughing matter.


vivian posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:33 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-10-05

The Case Of The Harvest Festival ... continued

Milathia was visiting her sister, Marantha, at the Apothecary Shop. While they chatted the witch was looking over Marantha's small collection of magic items.

Mavis Goodbody barged in mumbling to herself. "Stuff missing here, stuff missing there, a ring, a knife, someone even took my cats milk dish. Makes no sense."

"What's that," said Marantha, "Someone took your cat's milk dish?"

"And that's not all." said Mavis.

But before she could finish Sheriff Slykver and Mathius came in arguing about the maps. "They were just hand drawn maps in a tube." said Mathius, "Nothing special about them."

"There she is," he said and walked over to Milathia. "Tell the Sheriff about my maps."

Before she could speak the witch piped in. "Do you mean these maps? I was wondering what they were doing in the magic items. Ain't nothing magical about them."

"My maps!", said Mathius. "Now how did they get there?"

"Maps, a ring, a knife, and a milk dish." said the witch laying her finger beside her nose.


hairylarry posted on 2019-10-05 at 13:52 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-26

Moon Pies Delight the Eyes

When I was a child Moon Pies were a treat that couldn't be beat. I could even make my own if I wanted to. All I needed was some graham crackers, a couple of marshmallows and a chocolate bar and I was in business.

In those days a bonfire, a long stick and a package of hot dogs often preceded the gooey goodness of the Moon Pie. By the end of the meal we were usually covered in ketchup and marshmallow-chocolate goo.

Mothers would shake their heads and bemoan the effort it was going to take to get us cleaned up and dads just grinned and remember when it was them.

Life seemed simple then, of course I was probably 10. Now it seems the hot dog comes in a cardboard tray and you eat it on your way to the next stop and hope the dog does not make a mess on your new dress.Moon pies are round, wrapped in plastic and come from the store. Makes me miss those days before everything was labeled and bought at the store.

vivian posted on 2019-09-26 at 13:36 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-15

Crabby Apples Make Angry Pies ... continued

That's the truth, but I'm sure there are worse things to step in or on. For instance the rather prickly cactus can help you create a rather interesting new dance step but you will take little pleasure in the accomplishment.


vivian posted on 2019-09-15 at 12:57 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-06

Mostly Kind Of Like That ... continued


The hat on my head keeps me dry but his doesn't even try. It's a sad thing that his hat has lost it's T and it's mostly just a ha! If you can't keep your Ts then it's best to wear a cap. So now you see that this is even better than that.

vivian posted on 2019-09-06 at 16:10 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-05

A Question Of Balance ... continued

I woke suddenly and wondered when I had fallen asleep. Checking the observation ports I came to the realization that I was still alone and there was no sign of a another ship. I couldn't let myself panic yet.

Fortunately I still have water and food rations but they will eventually run out. If I keep spiraling out will I eventually go so far out that if they come they will not find me?

I must have fallen asleep again. There's nothing quite like a bright light for getting your attention. Where am I? Right! I'm still on this God forsaken ship.

What was that light? Where did it come from? All of a sudden I'm filled with anxiety and hope. Should I look out to see if the ship has arrived or do I wait until they message me? I'm not sure anymore. If I could just get out of this bunk maybe the answer would come to me.

I woke up again with a buzzing in my ear. Now what!

vivian posted on 2019-09-05 at 21:02 Central Time.

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Use Your Imagination

The problem with being a writer is that you can do anything. If you can dream it up you can write it down. After you write it down it becomes true, in a sense, to the reader.

Write about what you know and use your imagination seem to be opposite points on a spectrum. Writers need both. Restriction and imagination. A genre is just a set of expectations that the reader places on the writer. Great stories surprise the reader. Really great stories, like "October The First Is Too Late" or "Nova" hit a point during the narrative where they go totally over the top.

Don't be afraid to do that.

Use your imagination.

#meta #writing

The End

hairylarry posted on 2018-04-12 at 23:48 Central Time.
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It becomes true, in a sense.

But not always how the reader anticipates.

Endings require context. For Simon: tools, playthings. A goal achieved, or dismally abandoned, leads to a spark that fans the next wave of expansion, contraction, expansion towards - what? Simon was a pro, planting these endpoints like so may seedlings to be patiently nurtured. He cultivated assets, with the end of one of his stories framing the perfect pickup to build and shape his next target. The next effort to build, to shape, to influence, to instill hope - or maybe fear - would have its own End, just always a few steps farther down the road. Simon envisioned a dozen Endings. Linked, harmonious, reinforcing. Each story believing that is THE story. Each actor working from self-interest. Simon, gently tugging, weaving together tendrils, mapping and insinuating. Ever so patiently.

Simon's Endings had a purpose. He was just getting started.

mick 2018-04-15 at 21:06 Central Time.

The day came when Simon lost all of the story end-points. Misplaced them, so to speak. Which caused great panic among the writers. If they didn't know how the story would end, how could they ever begin to write the story?

Eloise had a suggestion. She had to shout, though, for all of the writers, the men, were bickering and bantering and mostly avoiding her. Again.

It was Sandra who finally called the writers to attention by taking pencils and snapping them in half, until all that was left on the table were a few crayons, pencil top erasers and one blue Sharpie.

"Listen to Eloise, you fools!" Sandra snapped.

They all turned to Eloise now.

"It's simple," she said. "The solution to this problem is to ..."

Dogtrax 2018-04-17 at 16:47 Central Time.

"Put the beginning where the beginning goes, put the end where the ending goes, and let the middle take care of itself."

Simon scratched his head, "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because it's not your story", Eloise said, "It's my story."

Mick looked lost. "Who's Eloise?" he said.

hairylarry 2018-04-18 at 04:51 Central Time.

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