posted on 2024-05-14Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a fantasy writer so absorbed in world building and magic systems that he forgot to notice all the real magic all around.
Like grapes.
I mean talk about something magical. Bite sized and delicious.
And how about onions. Not only do they make soup taste better they are self dicing. I mean chop, slice, slice, slice and the onion is diced and ready to add to the soup.
I don't even want to start on bananas. hairylarry posted on 2024-05-14 at 23:53 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2021-07-27Caper'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. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-10-06The 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. Read the story so far
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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. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-10-05The 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. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-26Moon 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. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-15Crabby 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. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-06Mostly 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. Read the story so far
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The Feather That Fell In Love with a Turtle DoveOnce upon a time a long long time ago a feather grew upon a chickadee. This was, you would think, a very ordinary thing but of course if so this story wouldn't be needed.
vivian posted on 2018-04-10 at 21:32 Central Time.
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The chickadee got caught in a bramble. She bit and nipped and pulled and squoze until she broke free. But she lost that little feather in the bramble.
The next day a turtle dove looking to feather it's nest spied the feather and flew down to get it. Quick as a bird she grabbed the feather in her beak and flew off.
hairylarry 2018-04-11 at 10:39 Central Time.
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The little feather found it's way into her nest where it helped keep some pretty little eggs warm. One indeterminate day in the future, because time really doesn't mean much to feathers, the eggs hatched. One of the baby turtle doves started playing with the feather between feedings. Mama thought this was so cute. If only she knew what was going to happen.
hairylarry 2018-04-11 at 11:39 Central Time.
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As we all know it takes a while for baby birds to grow their feathers and for a while they have only a little fluffy down to cover them.
This turtle dove decided the chickadee feather would make him look quite distinguished until his feathers finely appeared. So he carefully wove the chickadee feather through his fluff and ended up with a quite nice small cape.
vivian 2018-04-13 at 01:38 Central Time.
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What few of us know, though, is that little feathers are living things too. And this little feather did his best to keep his turtle dove warm and dry, shielding her from the wind and shedding the morning mist and even the drizzling rain that sometimes penetrated the canopy of leaves above.
He was quite fond of his pretty turtle dove and quite proud of the job he was doing protecting her.
hairylarry 2018-04-13 at 03:39 Central Time.
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Unfortunately a turtle dove grows to be twice the size of a chickadee and it wasn't long before the feather noticed that he was shrinking. Blaming the damp weather he did his best to dry himself and to fluff up to a larger size. Alas even a little preening from the turtle dove didn't seem to help and the feather began to feel less and less confident.
He soon became depressed and decided it was best to leave the turtle dove before she found out how inadequate he was to be her forever feather.
So one night while the turtle dove tucked her head beneath her wing to sleep the feather slid slowly out of the nest and drifted to the ground. He felt so lost and alone as he lay there in the wet grass and contemplated what he had just done.
vivian 2018-04-17 at 20:20 Central Time.
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Later, after the day had dawned and the afternoon had lingered, a well dressed and equipped family passed by. A young girl, most likely a daughter (maybe a half-daughter), rode her bicycle right over the feather in fury.
Up in the air and pushed over and over, the feather floated first higher and then lower for wave after wave- whirling without anchor. At last, as suddenly as the motion had started it stopped.
Briars were all around.
johnny 2018-04-18 at 00:51 Central Time.
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The feather began to take notice of his surroundings and realized he was right back where he had started. Stuck in the brambles where his chickadee had lost him so long ago.
What now? The brambles were not as easy to escape as the nest had been. Feathers are a natural for floating on air streams and easily caught up by the wind but today the wind was quiet. Try as he might the feather could not budge from the bramble it was caught on.
As he lay there feeling lost and lonely he wondered what the turtle dove thought when she woke and found him gone. Was she worried about him? Did she miss his quiet presence? Had she already found a much nicer feather to take his place?
"I wish I had never floated out of the nest," he lamented. "It was a mistake, a big mistake."
Sometimes feathers don't make very wise decisions, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Only time would decide his fate.
vivian 2018-04-22 at 21:08 Central Time.
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While the feather was stuck in the bramble the baby turtle doves grew bigger and bigger and the mama turtle dove thought it was about time to kick them out of the nest. The feather watched them one after another fluttering frantically and then finally flying, waiting to see if his turtle dove would be next.
In fact his turtle dove was the last out of the nest. The smallest of all, or maybe mama was just saving the best for last, or maybe like the feather she couldn't bear to part with her.
The feather was hoping for the best but his turtle dove, being small and all, never did fly but fluttered around a bit and finally landed on the ground right where the feather could see her.
If he could only get her attention somehow. The feather flapped in the wind and said a little prayer for his turtle dove and for her eyesight and sure enough she saw him and hopped right over, somehow remembering her feather. hairylarry 2018-05-20 at 21:51 Central Time.
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