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Post by docpain2 on Nov 3, 2021 10:06:50 GMT
I'm looking forward to our National Pittsburgh Day story, which occurs on the 12th of April. Its going to be about a homicidal man who named himself after a Black Sabbath singer, and has a real affinity for Monty Python.
 I am here and i like all the ideas
Good to see you guys back! π
Hey?...you know what?
I got a question for the both of you, and for diobolic and docpain2 ....
"What is your FAVORITE type of Christmas Story you like to watch or read every year?"
Really looking forward to any answers to this question. π
What y'all might bring, might help us out MORE with theme and so on... π
For me, I like a few different Christmas movie story lines,
but one thing I really like to read every year is :
"A Christmas Memory" by Truman Capote.
I really liked this one!
And used to read it with my sun when he was a little boy!
It reminded me of making 'plum pudding' every year with my great gran.π
It's really a very good little tale.
(hmmm...not sure if this one is ranked a short story or a novella. I have a hard back copy of it, I need to get it down from the top of the bookshelf. π)
I hope everyone has had a good day, and has a great night, and a best tomorrow! πEvery year it's various versions of "A Christmas Carol" for me. |
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Post by darkharbinger on Nov 3, 2021 17:21:04 GMT
Am I allowed to post a story I wrote here. I'll show you my idea of a Christmas story lol
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Post by wolf on Nov 3, 2021 18:33:13 GMT
Am I allowed to post a story I wrote here. I'll show you my idea of a Christmas story lol
If it isn't too long we might could look at it here, we'll see.
Tell you what, PM it to me.
And let me have a look and decide. π
I just deleted all our stupid superfluous bantering from last night, Dio.
We don't need to be crapping up this thread. π
Yes, docpain2
those are all great!
I have a few favorites!
"Scrooged" was good too, right diobolic ?
(And that is not an invitation to start posting a bunch of gifs...etc...so put it out of your mind right now. You too, Loki. π€¨ π)
Hope everyone is having a good Wednesday! π |
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Post by diobolic on Nov 3, 2021 18:51:45 GMT
I thought Scrooged was a very good Christmas movie wolf, and Iβm not hallucinating... brought on from Russian vodka poisoned by Chernobyl.
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Post by wolf on Nov 3, 2021 19:52:26 GMT
I thought Scrooged was a very good Christmas movie wolf , and Iβm not hallucinating... brought on from Russian vodka poisoned by Chernobyl.
"It's a wonderful life" is a great favorite too. π
Hey I remember Frank posting this last year,
vid is only about 11 minutes. It is hilarious.π :
I got to thinking about it...a scenario like this, could be turned into a story of some kind.
"A Character could be seeing imaginary people, or that's what everyone thinks...but they are really there." |
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Post by diobolic on Nov 3, 2021 20:17:12 GMT
If not a written story, then maybe made into a Lifetime Channel Christmas Movie, eh wolf ? 
Seriously, the premise could work in a story.
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Post by wolf on Nov 3, 2021 20:42:31 GMT
If not a written story, then maybe made into a Lifetime Channel Christmas Movie, eh wolf ?
Seriously, the premise could work in a story.
Okay guys,
is everyone okay with :
1. Writing in 3rd person?
2. All agreed the 5 of us will have 1500 words max to write?
And, what do you guys think about this? :
I propose that 1st and Last Chapters will be 1500 words like usual.
Then the middle chapters will all be 750 words max,
middle chapter writers doing 2 - 750 word pieces and alternating.
That will give us an 8 chapter story.
We can decide later if we want to have an epilogue or not.
Let's see...one other thing :
All you guys, let us know where you want to be placed.
(Some who did not want to go for 1st chapter before, might change their minds.)
And I tell you what,
we won't get to drawing for the placements
UNTIL WE DECIDE WHAT WE ARE GOING TO WRITE ABOUT.
...that might be a factor in deciding where you would prefer to be placed.
But you can chime in at any time. π
edwardjohn
docpain2
diobolic
darkharbinger
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Post by darkharbinger on Nov 3, 2021 22:44:56 GMT
sounds good to me
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Post by wolf on Nov 3, 2021 23:03:41 GMT
JB, I JUST got through reading it!
I love it. Beautifully written, and gripping.
Holds your attention and you cannot break away from it till you finish it.
And it is truly inspiring and original.
The INSPIRING part here, is what is KEY for us.
It may not be appropriate,
(but when have I ever been entirely appropriate π)
but I am going to post it here
when I get a minute.
I don't think it's terribly long at all,
and it IS a great read.
Thank you!
...and I would really like to see you post it somewhere in 'Self Promotion'.
I think it would help to draw attention to your other threads with the links to your books.
Either start your own thread like Prufrock did last year,
or you could include it in the existing :
"Original SHORT short stories...etc..." thread.
My writing gets lonely in there, lol.
If you prefer not to do that, I understand completely.
But should you wish to,
I will be happy to come along and edit for punctuation... etc.
I know how frustrating copying and pasting can be at times.
I would really love to see all you other guys post some things in 'Self Promotion' too!
And I do have another idea for our theme list,
I will update that soon, and bring up to current page here.
My money work has come in,
and I am working on that much of the days.
But I am going to be here,
and checking in at least once a day, you guys. π
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Post by wolf on Nov 4, 2021 0:07:26 GMT
This is a little like what I had in mind with my "Little Match Girl" type story idea.
And it reminds me also of Dio the diobolic 's "Imaginary friend coming to life" idea also.
I just feel like this is an inspiring read and good to get us in the writing mood, and not too long to post here. Really nice work JB, unique. π
By JB darkharbinger :"Pink Snow"(2,881 words, including the title) 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the snow-covered yard the only creature that stirred was young Wilma Trunk as she worked on her snowman. The sky had grown dark and the wind was bitter cold, but with the world-weary wisdom of a very long eight years, she decided that such extremes were better than going back inside her home. The wind might sting her cheeks and make her nose run, but it wasn't likely to bust open her lip the way her mother had a half hour ago.
All around her snow was falling, the first real snow of Christmas. It was light and fluffy, the perfect type of snow for snowball fights and for making snowmen. All around the town (at least in the better lit areas) other children were also building figures of snow, each one a tribute to some long lost racial memory that mankind shares on Yule. Some were tiny figures, some were colossal, but all were made with tiny hands and warm hearts.
Although she tried her best Wilma's snowman wasn't going to win any prizes from the local television stations (not that they were likely to come driving into this part of town). It looked less like the perfectly round figures she saw in pictures or on TV and more like one of the ice monsters in the games her brother played.
Lacking most of the materials normally used on snowmen she had persevered and used what resources she could find on the back porch and in the yard. The snowman's arms were long branches that had been knocked free from the tree during the storm, for a nose it had a long icicle she'd broken off the gutter, its teeth were made of stones from the driveway, and its eyes were a pair of mismatched buttons she had found under the sagging coat rack.
Wilma was so intent on her creation that she didn't notice her busted lip start to bleed again. Her penchant for nibbling on it while concentrating had aggravated the wound her mom given her earlier, causing tiny crimson droplets to fall and stain the otherwise perfect Christmas snow at her feet.
The busted lip had been her reward for attempting to take the garbage out earlier that night. But when the cheap dollar store bag had ripped down the side, spilling the contents out all over the floor like a busted pinata her mother had let her fists do the talking.
This wasn't the first busted lip she had suffered, nor was it the most painful, and right now in her little world she only wanted to think about her snowman. Eventually she stepped back and observed her masterpiece with a skeptical eye. It was missing something, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what. It was then that she noticed the blood-stained flakes at her feet.Wilma reached down and picked up a handful of the pink snow. It was so cold out now that the precious fluid had started to freeze, making the slush look like one of the pink lemonade snow cones that her sister would sometimes get on a hot summer day. For a moment she thought about giving it a taste, but then decided not to.
Instead she placed it where, had the snowman been anatomically correct, the heart of her creation should be.
"All finished," she said, brushing the snow off of her threadbare mittens. "A friend of my own. All my own. I wish . . ."The wind grew silent, as if something somewhere was listening in anticipation.
"I wish you were alive."The snow stopped falling around her and the clouds that made the sky seem much darker than it actually was parted, allowing a single shaft of moonlight to illuminate the scene.
Wilma had lost her sense of wonder a long time ago, the weight of the cruel world squeezing it out of her. She didn't know the power of wishes made on Christmas Eve with Christmas snow, she didn't know the power of Yule. Tonight was a magic night, a night when miracles could and did happen . . . a night when reindeer could fly across the moon and dreams could come true. Oh yes indeed there is magic in Christmas snow. Magic both black and white.
Wilma watched in wonder as her snowman began to shake and twist, its form growing larger in the moonlight. Its stick arms thickened and became arms and hands made of thick, twisted wood. Its poorly defined snow legs grew strong and thick as ice. But these miracles were not what held her attention; it was the eyes and mouth of her snowman that seemed to hypnotize her in place. The two mismatched buttons became two shiny coals full of understanding and the row of stones became a wide, gaping maw."I live!"The snowman's voice was deep and seemed to echo. Wilma snapped out of her trance and quickly looked to the leaning wooden fence to right of her yard. Mr. Adams lived over there with his family and he liked to cause trouble if he thought people were being too loud. If he heard the snowman he would call her mom and then . . .
"You tremble. Are you cold, little one?"Wilma turned her attention to her snowman. "I'm not little, I'm eight.""You are little to me. Your age is irrelevant."Wilma didn't know what irrelevant meant, but she sensed that it was an insult of sorts and so with all the dignity she could muster she crossed her arms and replied, "Well who asked you?""No one asked me."I must be taking a nap, she thought as she looked up at her snowman. Mom must have put some Benadryl on my Kool-aid again . . .
"Do you doubt what your eyes see, little one?""I don't know what you mean.""I am real. I live."Wilma frowned. "Don't you need a hat or something?"The snowman studied her for a moment. "I am a being of ice and snow; why would I require clothing?""I mean a magic hat to make you real. My teacher read me a story . . .""The magic that animates me is due in part to the inherent magic in all Yule snow and by the purity of your virgin blood.""My what?""It doesn't matter. The magic is inside of me."None of this was making sense to Wilma, but she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She had someone to play with in the snow, someone real. Some might have questioned, but to her the hows and whys meant nothing."You are perfect!""No, I am not perfect. I am made of special snow whose magic will be quickly spent by the dawns first light.""Oh," Wilma said, her eyes glistening. "I thought you'd stay and be my friend.""I will stay as long as I can, little one."That was the story of her life. Wilma was never able to keep friends for very long, either her family ran them off or they got tired of her and left. "Can . . . can we . . .""What is it that you require?""Can we play games?"The snowman looked around the yard. Lying buried in snow were the remnants of a shattered childhood. In its cold heart a tiny fire roared into existence, giving its strange coal eyes an eerie glow."Oh yes."
That night was the best of Wilma's life. For the first time ever she had someone that would play the games she wanted to play, someone that seemed to genuinely appreciate her company. The snowman never got tired or bored with her requests, never abused or berated her. No matter what silly notion entered her head it accepted it as if it was the greatest idea it had ever heard. They played long into the night, long after the clouds had finally dispersed and the cold stars shone down from the gulfs.
"WILMA GET YOUR a§§ INSIDE NOW!"Her mother had finally noticed she hadn't come back in on time. It wasn't Wilma's fault; her mom had said to be back in by eight but she didn't have a watch. Why did it have to be late? She didn't want to go back inside; she was having so much fun . . . it just wasn't fair.
"Who is that?""My mother."The snow man looked up at the light illuminating a window on the second story of the house that Wilma called home. The curtains were still drawn; the owner of the voice was likely howling from its bed.
"I guess I have to go in.""I will come with you."Wilma frowned. "Mom will hit me if I bring snow inside the house.""I'll have a talk with her.""No, don't. She's mean.""Mean? Does she not have a heart?"Wilma pondered this for a moment. "I suppose so.""Someone with a heart isn't mean.""Do you have a heart?""No.""WILMA I SAID GET INSIDE BEFORE SOMEONE CALLS THE GODDAMED COPS ON ME AGAIN. GET INSIDE NOW!""I better go in now . . ." The snowman lifted her up with one quick sweeping movement and started towards the back porch. Wilma started to protest, but the arms of her creature were comforting, a feeling she was not fully accustomed to. She knew her mother would be angry if the snowman came inside (her mother hated to clean more than anything else in the world) but she didn't want this feeling of comfort to ever end. Even if the snowman hadn't told her his time was short she knew it would end, nothing nice ever lasted.
The snowman took her through the kitchen where the piles of dirty dishes loomed like strange monoliths in the darkness and into her cluttered living room where the pathetic attempts of her brothers and sisters to decorate drew more attention to clutter. There were a few strands of tensile hung on the wall with no logical pattern to be seen and a badly colored picture of the baby Jesus, which her sister had colored in school, taped to the wall over the television.
It was strange to see a picture of Jesus in her house, normally her mother was only religious when she begged one of the local churches for food or utility money. In the corner of the room was poorly decorated artificial tree that had seen better days. Wilma didnΓ’ΒΒt expect any gifts under the tree this year; her motherΓ’ΒΒs unemployment had run out last month. One of her momΓ’ΒΒs boyfriends had offered to get her a gift if she played a special touching game, but she had refused. A lot of the men her mom brought home made her play games of a similar sort, but she didnΓ’ΒΒt like to play them because it made her feel wrong.
"Did you leave the door open?" Wilma's mother hollered from upstairs. "It's cold as f*****n Christ in here, shut that damned door!"The snowman looked towards the staircase that led upstairs. It was covered in dirty clothing and matted shag carpeting. "How cold is f*****n Christ?"Wilma frowned. "I don't know.""Do you have siblings?""I donΓ’ΒΒt know what that means.""Brothers and sisters.""Oh yes," Wilma said, nodding. "They are all gone for a few days."Wilma had two brothers, and two sisters. All of them had gone to visit their fathers this holiday season, leaving her alone with her mother. Wilma would have liked to spend Christmas with her father, but she had never met him.
"I said shut that goddamned door!"Wilma flinched. Her mother's voice was slurred almost to the point of utter incomprehensibility, a sure sign that she had drank more than her usual limit. That meant she was either going to pass out or want to hit something.
She turned back to see if the door had come open, but it was closed tightly. Whatever source of cold her mother was feeling wasn't coming from the outside, it was coming her snowman. Where it walked the air grew chill and ice formed on the ground."Wilma?""Answer your mother."Wilma swallowed hard. "The door is shut mommy.""If you blew out the pilot light again I'll break your arm. Get upstairs now!"The snowman sat Wilma down and headed towards the leaning staircase that had been old when Kennedy was president. "I will go talk to her.""The stairs are too small for you."The snowman stopped and smiled, exposing rows upon rows of jagged stones that served as its teeth. "Believe in the magic tonight Wilma . . . and see wonders."As it started up the stairs the snowman began to shift and compact until it was able to fit easily, a trick akin to the one that Santa Claus was able to do in order to come down chimneys in order to deliver his gifts. Wilma had stopped believing in Old Saint Nick a long time ago (if she'd ever really been allowed to believe in the first place) but seeing her snowman's trick she thought that maybe the jolly fat man might have a chance at being real after all.The snowman made the turn on the landing and disappeared from sight. Its footsteps heavy, Wilma could track its slow progress as it made its way down the hall towards her mother's room. The boards in the ceiling groaned and creaked as if they were under heavy pressure and would break at any minute.
"Wilma? Why are you stomping your feet like that?"The steps faltered for a moment right above Wilma's head and when they started again they were louder than before. The vibrations caused the picture of the baby Jesus to fall off the wall.
"Mommy has a headache, stop stomping like that . . . did you hear me you little hello ?"The footsteps stopped. Wilma stood frozen in place, straining her ears to hear every little sound. Seconds seem to crawl like hours."Get in here and lay down so I can go back to sleep. Its f*****n freezing in here!"Wilma had never consciously realized that she hated her mother's voice until that moment and how much she wished that she never had to hear it again.
"What are you waiting for, get in here and..."Her mother's shrill voice was cut off by the sound of a door opening. There was a pause, pregnant with possibility, and then a scream that seemed to go on forever . . .When the snowman came back down the spot of pink snow on its chest was much larger than before. "What happened?" Wilma asked. "Where is...""Your mother rests," the snowman interrupted. "She and I had a talk.""I heard her scream."The snowman didn't reply to that. Wilma noticed that the icicle that had been his nose was now broken off. "What happened?" She asked again.
"I have a heart now."Wilma's eyes widened. "Really?""Yes. It's old and black, but it will do until I find one better." The snowman picked Wilma up and took her outside via the front door. The snow had started to fall again. The flakes covered the leaning houses and worn out trailers that made up her neighborhood, giving them an innocence they'd never possessed even when new. You could almost believe that no one was here in spite of the few Christmas lights and illuminated windows that cast feeble illumination on secondhand cars and hand-me-down toys that were now buried under drifting mounds of snow. It was as if some higher power had found this dirty spot of earth and decided to erase it clean."Where are we going?""As far as the night takes us, little one," it whispered as it stepped out into the street. "Let us run and have some fun before I drift away . . .""That sounds like a song they sing at school.""Do they? We'll make our own words." They headed down to the village where many late night shoppers were still busy trying to accumulate objects to prove their love for each other in the morning. Objects that would be forgotten in a week's time, even though the bills would last much longer than the warm feelings that they had originally inspired. And there the slaughter was great, a sacrifice to the spirt of Yule in remembrance of Herod . . .
The survivors of the massacre swore under oath that the thing that stained the snow pink and stole limbs was accompanied by a little girl that seemed to be having the time of her life. A tiny few of the people recalled that she was actually singing . . .They went down the streets of town.Right to some mall copAnd they only paused a momentWhen they heard him holler, "Oh God, Please Stop!"
In the panicked riot that followed the slaughter no one saw the creature and the little girl vanish into the snow, their footprints slowly fading away.
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Post by docpain2 on Nov 4, 2021 11:39:36 GMT
If not a written story, then maybe made into a Lifetime Channel Christmas Movie, eh wolf ?
Seriously, the premise could work in a story.
Okay guys,
is everyone okay with :
1. Writing in 3rd person?
2. All agreed the 5 of us will have 1500 words max to write?
And, what do you guys think about this? :
I propose that 1st and Last Chapters will be 1500 words like usual.
Then the middle chapters will all be 750 words max,
middle chapter writers doing 2 - 750 word pieces and alternating.
That will give us an 8 chapter story.
We can decide later if we want to have an epilogue or not.
Let's see...one other thing :
All you guys, let us know where you want to be placed.
(Some who did not want to go for 1st chapter before, might change their minds.)
And I tell you what,
we won't get to drawing for the placements
UNTIL WE DECIDE WHAT WE ARE GOING TO WRITE ABOUT.
...that might be a factor in deciding where you would prefer to be placed.
But you can chime in at any time. π
edwardjohn
docpain2
diobolic
darkharbinger
Seriously, spooky house, tormented ghost(s) and a horrible town in need of Christmas spirit. A darker version of It's a Wonderful Life. |
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Post by wolf on Nov 4, 2021 17:29:14 GMT
Lol! Oh yes Sgt. Rock!
I loved him. π
Both great ideas docpain2 ,
I'll add those to the list when I update it.
Thank you. π
I hope everyone is have a good day,
I'm around guys. π
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Post by wolf on Nov 4, 2021 17:41:01 GMT
Am I the only one who thinks Santa and Sgt. Rock battling Evil on the moon is a funtastic idea? ----Ok, but Cyborg Santa has to show up with Barbarella in tow. That would be coool!π
Seriously, spooky house, tormented ghost(s) and a horrible town in need of Christmas spirit. A darker version of It's a Wonderful Life.------  |
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Post by wolf on Nov 5, 2021 17:22:43 GMT
"Ideas for the 2021 Christmas Story we have so far" :
1. A story of a group of writers who are held captive by a tyrannical taskmaster. - diobolic
2. A wicked Christmas ghoul character of some kind, and tough Santa Klaus/Father Christmas/St. Nicholas. - wolf
3. A story about an ordinary evil old woman (or ANY person)
is baking and cooking holiday treats, and is secretly poisoning neighbors and other townspeople. - Wolf
4. Santa Claus is enlisted by George Washington to help patriots - edwardjohn
5. A dystopian world in which Santa really exists. And it is ruled by the corrupt Naughty and Nice Police . - Dio
6. The Devil poses as Santa in town recovering from tragedy and turns the children against their parents in a gruesome fashion. - Dio
7. A large family gathering a Santa is hired to visit, secretly intends to kidnap kids! - Dio
8. Xmas party in a very large Victorian mansion, and the kids will be playing a game of hide and seek, extra kid, or entity among them. -Dio
9. A Christmas Ghost of Time, can change something from a person's past. - Dio
10. A "Little Match-Girl", Hans Christian Andersen type tale but with a happier ending. ( any era, place, character...etc...) - Wolf
11. A Vampire Santa, or a vampire impersonating Santa! - darkharbinger
12. A Character could be seeing imaginary people, or that's what everyone thinks...but they are really there.
13. Spooky house, tormented ghost(s) and a horrible town in need of Christmas spirit. A darker version of It's a Wonderful Life. - docpain2
Okay guys! I think some of these suggestions are SIMILAR,
but still deserve their own numbers on the list.
We've got some 'ghost/house themes, or house/malevolent entity(ies)'
You guys think on it all, and start saying which ones you really like. And if you have more new ideas/suggestions keep bringing them!
I personally think I like 3. 8. and 13. the best.
And they kinda all go together under 13. in a way.
They could.
And we could have Santa/Father Christmas/St. Nick involved in that if we want to.
(I wouldn't mind seeing an old hardass Sgt. Rock (Or Sgt. Fury for that matter) kind of character as one of the townspeople or as a restless spirit. π)
6. and 11. are very much a like, I think.
9. and 10. COULD go together.
We can go wherever we want in our chapter,
we just need to settle on One Story Idea that we all like and want to start with.
So holler out and say what you like or don't like.
I got Edders vote down for his 4. π
I hope everyone has a great Pay Day, I'll be around.π
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Post by wolf on Nov 5, 2021 17:39:56 GMT
Hey! diobolic Dio!
I know you're really busy these days bub,
holler to us when you can. π 
For your #1 on that list....could be a group of tormented captive 'spirits' of writers, that someone has found a way to trap and control. And they are planning on taking all their work and publish it. Santa finds out and sets them free! And gives the captor to dark elves to play with. π
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Post by diobolic on Nov 5, 2021 18:25:40 GMT
Hey! diobolic Dio!
I know you're really busy these days bub,
holler to us when you can. π 
For your #1 on that list....could be a group of tormented captive 'spirits' of writers, that someone has found a way to trap and control. And they are planning on taking all their work and publish it. Santa finds out and sets them free! And gives the captor to dark elves to play with. π
And who or what is Sgt Rock? |
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Post by wolf on Nov 5, 2021 18:44:20 GMT
Hey! diobolic Dio!
I know you're really busy these days bub,
holler to us when you can. π
For your #1 on that list....could be a group of tormented captive 'spirits' of writers, that someone has found a way to trap and control. And they are planning on taking all their work and publish it. Santa finds out and sets them free! And gives the captor to dark elves to play with. π
And who or what is Sgt Rock?
"Sgt. Rock" was a G.I. DC Comics character. π
Marvel Comics of course had "Sgt. Fury",
who later went on to help found and run S.H.E.I.L.D. of course. π |
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Post by diobolic on Nov 5, 2021 19:21:02 GMT
Sure, why now. π
And who or what is Sgt Rock?
"Sgt. Rock" was a G.I. DC Comics character. π
Marvel Comics of course had "Sgt. Fury",
who later went on to help found and run S.H.E.I.L.D. of course. π |
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Post by wolf on Nov 5, 2021 23:54:16 GMT
Hey Dio π
"Sgt. Rock" was a G.I. DC Comics character. π
Marvel Comics of course had "Sgt. Fury",
who later went on to help found and run S.H.E.I.L.D. of course. π
So, do you have any favorites on the list we have so far? π
And all of you guys?
I'm not posting any of my writing in this thread, but I remembered something I did a couple of years ago in another thread here on the Playground. I made a thread in 'self promotion' so y'all can check it out if you want to.
"The 19 Days of an SKMB X-Mas"
...lol, it's rife with SK book and story references and more. π
It's not long. The part II...is something I've done variations of before.
Here's the link :
weekendplayground.freeforums.net/thread/901/2019-19-days-skmb-mas |
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Post by docpain2 on Nov 6, 2021 12:42:40 GMT
"Ideas for the 2021 Christmas Story we have so far" :
1. A story of a group of writers who are held captive by a tyrannical taskmaster. - diobolic
2. A wicked Christmas ghoul character of some kind, and tough Santa Klaus/Father Christmas/St. Nicholas. - wolf
3. A story about an ordinary evil old woman (or ANY person)
is baking and cooking holiday treats, and is secretly poisoning neighbors and other townspeople. - Wolf
4. Santa Claus is enlisted by George Washington to help patriots - edwardjohn
5. A dystopian world in which Santa really exists. And it is ruled by the corrupt Naughty and Nice Police . - Dio
6. The Devil poses as Santa in town recovering from tragedy and turns the children against their parents in a gruesome fashion. - Dio
7. A large family gathering a Santa is hired to visit, secretly intends to kidnap kids! - Dio
8. Xmas party in a very large Victorian mansion, and the kids will be playing a game of hide and seek, extra kid, or entity among them. -Dio
9. A Christmas Ghost of Time, can change something from a person's past. - Dio
10. A "Little Match-Girl", Hans Christian Andersen type tale but with a happier ending. ( any era, place, character...etc...) - Wolf
11. A Vampire Santa, or a vampire impersonating Santa! - darkharbinger
12. A Character could be seeing imaginary people, or that's what everyone thinks...but they are really there.
13. Spooky house, tormented ghost(s) and a horrible town in need of Christmas spirit. A darker version of It's a Wonderful Life. - docpain2
Okay guys! I think some of these suggestions are SIMILAR,
but still deserve their own numbers on the list.
We've got some 'ghost/house themes, or house/malevolent entity(ies)'
You guys think on it all, and start saying which ones you really like. And if you have more new ideas/suggestions keep bringing them!
I personally think I like 3. 8. and 13. the best.
And they kinda all go together under 13. in a way.
They could.
And we could have Santa/Father Christmas/St. Nick involved in that if we want to.
(I wouldn't mind seeing an old hardass Sgt. Rock (Or Sgt. Fury for that matter) kind of character as one of the townspeople or as a restless spirit. π)
6. and 11. are very much a like, I think.
9. and 10. COULD go together.
We can go wherever we want in our chapter,
we just need to settle on One Story Idea that we all like and want to start with.
So holler out and say what you like or don't like.
I got Edders vote down for his 4. π
I hope everyone has a great Pay Day, I'll be around.π
Wow! Sgt. Fury and his howling Commandos! I'm up for whatever the group decides. |
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