Volleyball 2008

Discussions about writing, peer reviews, word games, and writing contests (re: "volleyball") for amateurs.

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Volleyball 2008

Post by Echus Cthulhu Mythos »

Alright! Volleyball '08, represent!

Here is how it works:

1. GENRE HOPPING: Just to make things interesting, each new post must switch to a different genre style (i.e., Sci-Fi, Horror, Gumshoe Mystery, Romance, Fantasy, Juvenile, Comedy, Anime/Cartoon, Superheroes, etc.). Imitations and parodies of well-known authors are also encouraged. You must announce that genre at the top of your post, before actually beginning.

2. CONTINUITY: A given post must end abruptly, in mid-story, with ellipses (...) and the next person to post MUST pick up immediately where the previous post left off, using their new genre style - after that, all bets are off. You can steer the story wherever you wish, being as conservative, or as crazy as you desire.

3. TURNS: Participants are not allowed to respond to their own posts - after you post, you must wait for at least 1 other person to post before posting again. If 72 hours have passed and no one else has posted – you may post again. To avoid crossing posts, we'll use a 'token key' system - if the thread appears open, and waiting for a response, post "OK, MY TURN" ... after that, you have up to TWO HOURS to make your post. If more than one hour goes by, it's thrown open to all comers who wish to declare it's THEIR turn. However, if nobody else has claimed the turn by the time your delayed post is ready, then go ahead and post it. Once you have grabbed your turn - for your post simply "edit" your turn lock. Dropped tokens will at some stage be edited out...

4. EFFORT: Don’t trivialize - put a little effort into making your post interesting & entertaining, otherwise there's no point in playing. Be as funny, or as serious as you like. The whole point is to have a little mutual fun bouncing around a constantly evolving plot - like a crowd with a beach ball.

5. LENGTH: There is no minimum or maximum length for any given post - provided you can write it in less than 2 hours.

6. RATING: The forum is essentially PG13 - we will exercise some latitude in this area - but if you wish to cross the line you do so at the risk of censorship!


Scoring Rules:

1] Post count [This is more for keeping an easy eye on active participants]
2] Originality [Has this material been used before on this thread]
3] Continuity [Did this post successfully close on the preceding post]
4] Guideline Breakers [As above - should be obvious]
5] Bonus Points [WOTD, answer to other game (MQG, 20QG, etc...) etc...]

Each post is eligible for 1 point in each category - The idea with category 4] of course is to keep your score low! The person with the most points during a given week can gain a Sherlock point.

The guidelines are just that: a list of recommendations that make the game fun and exciting. The scoring rules are for those who are overly competitive and want to keep score in every thing they do, you don’t want to know what else they keep score on. If you are not the competitive type just ignore your score, don’t sweet it. Any and all comments to posts should be put in the corresponding 2008 Volleyball Comment thread.


For historical archival purposes, here are links to all previous volleyball threads thus far, in reverse chronological order:
Volleyball 2007 (1 page :cry: )
Volleyball 2007 - Commentary (1 page)
Volleyball 2006 (1 page :cry: )
Volleyball 2006 - Commentary (4 pages)
Volleyball 2005(3 pages)
Volleyball 2005 – Commentary (17 pages)
Volleyball 2004 (5 pgs)
Volleyball 2004 - commentary (27 pgs)
Volleyball 2003 (5 pgs)
Volleyball 2003 - commentary(10 pgs)
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Righto, let's have a good level of participation this year! Things seem to have fallen along the wayside over the past two years or so (and not just in this thread). So let's bring it back! Yay!

Um, yeah just post away I guess. Anyone's welcome to start, but I will scratch something together in the next few days if no one is keen to start off.

[Edit: De'sticky'd in 2009. - Brad, 2009-Jan-31]
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Righto, let's hit this baby off then!
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Genre: Creation Myth

In the time before time, over vast aeons and infinities of infinities the swirling primordial mists coalesced to form the IBDOF. The IBDOF possessed supreme Gnosis of the universe yet still dispaired. So the IBDOF created the Fora Worlds as we know them today and imparted to them divine responsibilty for the protection of the various realms. There became the Amateurs Alcove, the Official Author Discussion Fora, and the Community Message Board; the Doldrums, the Unofficial Author Discussion Fora and the Miscellaneous Genres.

Still, something was incomplete. The IBDOF divided the Fora Worlds into Thread Kingdoms. Thus the origin of the vast Appendix, the expansionist Jane Linskold and the war-torn Soapbox; the wise Reading Room, the isolationist (Recluce) L.E. Modesitt and the mystical Ask the Oracle. To populate these new kingdoms, the Memberlist was formed and the IBDOF thus breathed life into the universe and those pre-eminent among the Memberlist were granted Moderator status in order ensure harmony between the Thread Kingdoms.

Then disaster struck. The IBDOF's evil twin - the IBLIST - jealous of his sibling's good works, drove a wedge straight into the heart of the Fora Worlds and caused destruction on a massive scale. The very fabric of the universe was altered on a fundamental level and after many years of conflict, both sides reached an uneasy cease-fire with the IBDOF allowing a number of new Fora Worlds under the control of blood-nemesis to thrive...



...Meanwhile, trouble is brewing between the Thread Kingdoms of The Appendix and The Margins...
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Genre: Romance/Love At First Sight

Rivalry had always brewed between the Thread Kingdoms of The Appendix and The Margins. The two kingdoms had entirely opposite views of the world and how it should be organized and run. Tussels erupted almost daily at their borders. War was imminent and both kingdoms knew it.

Myrrah, of The Appendix, had been told never to leave her home to wander the expansive forests. However, she could not bear to stay cooped up. She had been told the penalty for wandering away was death, but Myrrah knew it was simply a lie. The Appendix could not afford to loose a potiential warrior, even if it was the daughter of a storyteller. If The Margins ever decided to attack, even a young woman could help.

Myrrah paused in the depths of the forest, laying her hand on the rough bark of an ancient tree. Something cracked behind her, and she whirled. Angry red eyes glared at her from the underbrush.

A shreik of terror escaped from her lips as the thing began to charge her. Myrrah turned, running as fast as she could, stumbling over roots and bushes. She dared a glance behind her --- she couldn't see the creature. Slowing down, she breathed a sigh of relief. It had merely been her imagination.

Myrrah screamed again as the thing whistled not inches from her. Skidding on the rotting leaves, she bolted towards a gap in the trees.

As she raced closer, she realized she was running straight for the border of The Margins. What is this creature?! Is this something The Margins created to kill us? Innocent people like me?!

Myrrah couldn't stop as she neared the border. She passed the line of trees that marked the edge of The Appendix and tripped, tumbling into The Margins -- and into a human being.

Horrified, she scrabbled up, gazing down at the person she had knocked over. The person was a man -- a handsome, blonde one at that.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried, feeling her eyes well up with terrified tears. Surely, surely, now she was going to die!!

To her shock, the man laughed.

"Please don't kill me!" she pleaded, a tear spilling over her cheek.

The man laughed again, picking himself up off of the ground. "Don't worry," he soothed. "I won't turn you in."

A sharp howl resounded from the other side of the border. Myrrah screamed shrilly, for the third time that afternoon. She stumbled backwards, crashing into the man. He secured her shivering form in his muscular arms, where suprisingly, Myrrah felt safe -- safer than she had felt since the threat of war with The Margins had begun.

On The Appendix side of the border, the creature emerged from the shadows. Myrrah gasped in horror. The beast was stitched together. Its head was that a rabid wolf, with the eyes of a crazed horse rolling about in it's skull. The lithe form of a giant feline was its body, the tail was that of an eagle, and its paws were the snowshoe-like feet of an enormous rabbit.

The man spat something at the beast in a harsh foreign tongue. It hissed, an oddly feline sound coming from a canine mouth. Glaring at Myrrah one last time, the best turned tail and slunk away into the trees.

She slumped back, relieved, forgotting that the man was from a rival kingdom. Carefully, he lowered her so she lay back, half on the ground, half in his lap.

"What's your name?" he asked, brushing a strand of stray red hair away from her lips.

It didn't occur to her to lie. "Myrrah."

"Hello Myrrah," he whispered. "I'm Aaron."

"Hello," she returned. after a pause she said, "What was that?"

Aaron sighed, absentmindedly petting her hair. Obviously he had forgotten as well that she was from The Appendix, and he from The Margins, and that they hardly knew each other."

"That was a Gonti," he explained. "Our sorcerors created them to prey on the people of The Appendix."

"But why?" she cried, sitting bolt upright.

"Shh," he said, laying a hand over hers. "It'll be all right."

Myrrah stood, still trembling from the memory of the horrendous creature. "How can it?" she cried. "That thing almost killed me!"

Aaron stood as well, coming face to face with her. "I'm going to beg our king to stop them. It's wrong to hunt down innocent people, just because our king doesn't agree with theirs." He paused. "Besides, we don't have to follow them. We can be us. We can be the revolution. We can make a difference in our world. We just have to try."

She was puzzled. "But why do you care so much? And why do you keep saying 'we'?"

Aaron smiled. "Because, when I first saw you, running over the border in sheer terror, I knew I loved you."

Myrrah glared at him, furious that he was making her heart melt. "We don't even know anything about each other!"

He smiled, gathering her up gently in his arms. "We can learn."

Faltering, she gazed up in Aaron's clear blue eyes. "We can learn..." she repeated, mesmerized.

"Exactly." Then he kissed her.

When they broke apart, Myrrah was short of air. "Amazing," she breathed.

"Stay with me," he begged.

She began to pull away. "I can't!"

Aaron kept her where she was. "Why?"

"Daylight's nearly gone! What if that creature returns?"

He laughed. "That's easily fixed."

"How?" Myrrah asked sceptically.

"As you go, chant the words 'Huxes cryptois alquine.' It will keep the Gonti away."

The words sounded similar to the ones Aaron had shouted to make it retreat before. She felt she had to trust him. Besides, she never had this type of feeling in her heart before.

"I'll stay," she decided. "Just for a little while longer."

A little longer happened to turn into nearly dawn of the next day. Myrrah stumbled up, wrapping her shall around her shoulders again.

"I have to go," she said, losing her bearings in the dark.

Aaron stood, kissing her one last time. "Do you remember the words?"

Obidiently, she repeated them. "Goodbye," she murmured softly, before turning on her heel to cross the border.

Aaron called after her. "I'll wait here for you every day......at the same time.....I love you."

* * *

The next day, Myrrah woke up to cries of victory.

She rushed outside in her nightdress to an impromtu parade.

"We got one!" someone cried. "We got a prisoner!"

"A Marginer!" another person yelled.

Cheers broke out all around.

"This war will be ours!"

"He's a spy!"

"Watch out Margins, we're coming for you!"

"Comin' through!" The crowd parted swiftly as the jailer whipped his prisoner along.

Jeers and insults coursed through the gathered crowd as they saw the prisoner.

Myrrah forced her way to the front of the crowd....and her heart stopped cold.

"Aaron," she gasped.

His head was hung low, but as if he could feel her eyes on him, he gazed up into her eyes.

Myrrah had to do something before the war took Aaron away....
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Genre: Magic 8 Ball

What is the solution to this dilema? Myrrah though. Surely there is an answer.

Making some elaborate hand gestures intended to assure Aaron that she was not deserting him and that she adored him with all the juice in her slushy little heart, she winked several times with each eye, patted her tummy, wiggled her tush, and fled up the stairs to her chamber, ripping off her nightdress as she fled.

Several scandalized servants scattered in her wake, but she was scarcely unaware of their presence.

In her chamber, she pulled on her chemise and pantaloons before diving under her bed in search of footwear. "Which will I need?" she muttered, holding one of her riding boots in one hand and a dainty satin slipper in the other. I just can't think!

She groped for the mate to one of the shoes, but instead her fingers encountered a cool, smooth orb. Her heart fluttered as she realized what it was!

Reverently she pulled it from the dusty underbelly of her bedstead.

"Ah, magical sphere of wisdom," she said reverently. "Guide me in my quest to free my dearest love from the hands of the angry mob!"

She stroked the glossy surface of the arcane orb. "Tell me, mystical oculus--can my true love be saved from the bloodlust of the masses?"

The bluish fluid within the ball convulsed and letters appeared in the small translucent square on the underside of the ball.

CANNOT PREDICT NOW

"Oh, dear!" she moaned. "Should I go to the King? Can he be convinced to intercede?"

DON'T COUNT ON IT

She stifled a sob. "Is there anything I can do to save my beloved?"

REPLY HAZY. TRY AGAIN

"Is there anyone who can help me?"

SIGNS POINT TO YES

"Who?"

CONCENTRATE AND ASK AGAIN

Myrrah sighed. Magical items could be so difficult to get straight answers from! "There is someone who can help me, correct?"

YES

"Is there only one person who can help or are there more?"

CONCENTRATE AND ASK AGAIN

"Damn!" Myrrah said, stamping her tiny shapely foot. "Is there more than one?"

VERY DOUBTFUL

"Is it someone within the city walls?"

VERY DOUBTFUL

"Where can I find him? Or is it a her?"

CONCENTRATE AND ASK AGAIN

"OOooooh!" Myrrah screeched. "Is it a man?"

NO

"A woman?"

NO

"What? If it isn't a man or a woman, what is it?"

CONCENTRATE AND ASK AGAIN

Myrrah screamed in fury. She threw the magical orb onto her bed and jumped up and down. "I hate you! You miserable, rotten junkball!"

She kicked the hard stone base of her bed furiously, then wailed in pain and anger...
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Genre: Kung Fu Master uses training sequences for rescue

Myrrah glanced out the window - A gibbet had already been erected! she had to do something and do it NOW!

As she leaped to the window, her cousin, the loathly Frederick, threw a rope with a noose over the bar. Moments remained before her beloved would dangle at the end of a rope, jerking and kicking as he slowly choked to death.

She leaped forth into midair and cleared her mind of all distractions, entering Swan flies forwad while preparing for harsh landing, moving smoothly into Lizard grasps tree limb while swinging and discharging momentum. A slightly unorthodox Cat lands on feet while preparing to strike followed, and she was standing directly between her beloved Aaron and the loathsome Frederick.

"Myrrah, where did you come from? And - why are you naked?" gasped her cousin.

Ignoring him completely she gazed into Aaron's Blue eyes as she entered Chameleon assesses surroundings, She spoke softly - so that just Aaron could hear her "We'd better ...
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Genre: Word Of The Day

"We'd better find an artifice, a subterfuge, a legerdemain, ô my doughty paladin, before this surly lackadaisical termagant extirpates your paragon animus from your exquisite glabrous body, and I be woebegone and lachrymose. However insuperable the situation appears prima facie, keep your sang-froid and let us collude. With my indomitable pugnacious succor you'll eschew this fatidic kismet.
I know a riparian path that debouches to a vertiginous cataract on the mete of your verdant country. After we cross the perfidious eddies to the littoral of that bucolic Elysium I'll asseverate you an intransigent perfervid fealty, though I become the bête noire of my ignoble paterfamilias' scions. But enough logorrhea, expedious action is requisite."
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Genre: Questions Only?


"What?"
"Did you not understand me?" How could he not have understood her magnificent dialogue? Were they not soul mates after all?
"Would you say that again?"
"Oh my dear, do you not realize your peril?"
"Couldn't I better realize it if you spoke to me in ENGLISH?"
How could Myrrah bear to go on if her true love did not comprehend her words?
"Why do you not hear my speech?"
"Why don't you tell me something I can understand?"
"What is wrong with your ears?"

"Would you like to tell me what you are doing speaking to the prisioner?" Myrrah turned to face.....
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Genre first grade storyteller

Myrrah turned to face her daddy who was all purple like when mine found Mommy playing hide and seek with someone else. Her daddy started yelling in his outside voice about how she wasn't supposed to run around the yard naked or talk to strangers, even if they offer you candy. I never got that. If they offer you candy can they have to be good.
Myrrah's daddy made her go and sit in the corner 'til she was sorry. One time my daddy made me sit in the corner all weekend while he played hide and seek with a lady he found on the corner. Her daddy kept yelling about how bad the boy she was talking to was and how she was a going to catch a cold if she didn't go inside, even though she wasn't supposed to leave the spot he put her in.
When her daddy wan't looking Myrrah...
"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."
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Genre: Super Mario Brothers

When her daddy wasn't looking Myrrah consumed a Super Leaf, twitched the tail that grew from her backside and stiltingly flew to Aaron's side, at which point she used a FireFlower to shoot through the noose and coast back down to safety.

With the Background Music increasing in tempo and volume, she and Aaron scurried towards the Sewer Pipe, and, pausing to head-butt a few coins out of the brick block above it, they jumped down the pipe to the level below.

Suddenly, Baddies from all sides began swarming towards them and all looked lost. However, this time, since Myrrah wasn't wearing any sleeves, Aaron had a trick up his sleeve...
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Genre: Time Stopped un-armed combat

Aaron slipped his sai out of his sleeve holsters, spun them to grasp by the crossbar in the prescribed technique, and assumed the classic stance.

Immediately assailant #2 began circling around to Aaron's right while asailant #1 took a step back and pulled an oversize handgun out of the waistband of his pants, in doing so drawing attention to the writing on his shirt: "I survived V-Tech". While assailant #1 was raising his gun to point it at Aaron's face, assailant #3 began circling to Aaron's left and Aaron felt a gossamer touch on his shoulders.

Time stopped for Myrrah as she saw assailants 2 & 3 start to move in an effort to flank Aaron.
Aaron was posed as a Ninja with Sai blades held in the classic school.
Myrrah felt her heart beat in a lazy pulse with gave her fingertips and toes a gentle tingle.
She placed her hands gently on Aaron's shoulders, and swung herself into the air - launching into a handstand on Aaron's shoulders actually facing backwards while she cartwheeled over Aaron.
She lands - on the shoulders of assailant #1 with her legs lightly wrapped around his neck.
With great care she deliberately places each hand on his temple, and then with a wrench snaps his neck.
Immediately she reaches out with her right hand grasping the hair of assailant #2 and with a sideways kick into his neck propels herself back to assailant #3.
The body of assailant #1 has barely begun to fall, and assailant #2 is knocked aside 3 centimeters while his neck breaks.
Myrrah is horizontal and reaches out with her left hand, as it's leading her movement, she knots her fingers in the hair of assailant #3 while striking his neck with her right hand.
She uses the blow to absorb her momentum, and twisitng lithely stands between the falling body of assailant #3 and the now fallen body of assailant #1.
Myrrah feels her next heartbeat as a gentle pulse that flows through her whole being

In the next moment Aaron sees a blur flying overhead and swinging right to left and sees assailant #2 explode away to his right while assailant #1 is just crumpling & assailant #3 is knocked off his feet and falling to Aaron's left. The blur in front of his eyes stills into the lovely form of Myrrah. Her entire being appears reminiscent of...
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Poetry in Motion.

Genre: Channeling an Annoying Cheerleader

"So, Aaron babes, Yah ready to go or what?. Was that like totally bitchin or what? I was so like channelling Lucy Liu. You think I could do the remake of Full Throttle? It is so like a classic already. I think I'm like totally ready for acting. It's the next big thing on our calender ... "

Aaron couldn't believe his ears, this could not be the soul-mate he had just survived death with. He turned, slipping his sai back into their sleeve holsters, when without conscious thought they were in his hands again. He stepped back - placing himself in defensive guard, Myrrah was not Myrrah.

He recognised her face, but somehow she was now clothed, although not in any garb he had ever seen before. She was wearing what appeared to be an incredibly finely woven woolen topping - that came to just below her chest, but covered her arms to the wrist. The sleeves were white, but the torso was a crimson red. Along with a very brief red & white pleated skirt & white boots which came to just below her knees.

"What are you like, staring at? Did I get some grossness on my uniform?" Myrrah holds out her hands and glances down the length of her sleeve, and twists her legs to check both sides of her immaculate boots.

"Who are you & what have you done with Myrrah? ... "
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Genre: Fantasy

..?" he asked, confusion twisting upon his face.

The woman's eyes narrowed. "You will never see Myrrah again. You are coming with me."

His tone changed to anger. The woman was talented and he was unsure that he could defeat her, yet he drew his sword with swiftness and lurched forward to thrust the woman through. Before he ever reached her, everything went blurry and he entered into a world of darkness.

"Aaron!"

"Aaron!"

He drowsily lifted his head.

"Aaron! You're okay!" He felt a gentle hand upon his face, and as he slowly opened his eyes, he saw Myrrah staring down on him.

He thought to his last moment, soaring through the air, attempting to slay the woman who had suddenly taken over from Myrrah. "Where are we?"

She smiled. "This is my little world. Do you like it?"

He sat up slowly and looked around. They were outside upon a high hill. Tall grass was swaying in the soft breeze, and there was a giant tree towering over them, its branches naked. As he peered further, he saw other hills below them, but none higher. A soft pink light lit the grass and hill tops, and as he looked high in the sky he discovered the source - a pink moon. He smiled as he looked about. If this was her world, that she created...then it must be a reflection of her sweet spirit.

He turned and looked at her lovingly. "It's beautiful, love. It's beautiful."

She smiled brightly, rather girlishly, and he couldn't help but to continue staring at her.

"I did all this when I was four," she said. "I hid it for a long time, but people started noticing that i was missing, and when my family found out about it, they blocked the place off. I didn't even know I could get here anymore. I've missed it so much."

As she spoke, he remembered something his grandfather had told him. His eyes widened in amazement and disbelief.

"What is it?" she asked. "Is everything okay?"

"You...you...you're a Dae'Shak'naran!"

"A...what? What is that?"

"When I was a child," he started, "my grandfather used to tell me about your people. He used to tell me stories, and myths. And one of them was about the Dae'Shak'narans. But I thought it was only a myth, as did he."

"So what is it exactly?" she asked.

"I'll tell you, but first, come here." He scooped her up in his arms and he leaned against the mighty tree, pulling her to sit between his legs and rest on his chest. He leaned down and kissed her softly.

"The Dae'Shak'narans are creators of worlds. They are powerful people, and are often feared. They can create worlds, and destroy worlds. They can set up barriers/wards and they can break them down. As far as having power over the worlds, they are the ultimate decision-makers. My people greatly feared the possibility of these people's existence, because they could easily destroy us."

"Then why did my parents ban me from it? Why didn't they try to use it against your people?"

"Well, it is said that a child has even more power than an adult. Their intentions are more pure and less selfish. For instance, a child may say, 'I should destroy the wards between The Appendix and The Margins because they haven't done anything wrong' or 'I will create a new world without divisions.' Whereas an adult would say something like, 'The Margins don't agree with us at all. I shall destroy them.' Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I guess it does," she replied, snuggling closer to him.

"What is curious though, is that it is said once a child is cut off from this ability (which can be done by a trained wizard) that they can never return to it again. And that is the weakness of a Dae'Shak'naran. The only ward they cannot break is that between them and their ability. Their only escape from this is usually to remain neutral to everyone and not stay in one place too long," he said.

"Well, this is the first time I've been here since I was seven. I don't even know how I got here. And I don't know how you got here either. I'm glad of it though."

"Me too," he said. "We need to find out more about this. I fear for you, you could be in danger. If your parents know about this, and obviously a wizard, and then me and you kinda disappeared...you could be in danger. And I don't want anything to happen to you." He wondered who that woman was, that had suddenly appeared. He did not mention it to Myrrah, not yet. For now, he just needed to think of soem way to protect her.

She remained quiet as they lay there together in peace. The swaying grass was musical and the light of the moon was pleasant. He wanted to get closer to her, to...
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Genre: Dream

...hear and feel every breath. He wanted to know everything about her...where did she really come from? What was this power she possessed...how could everything be true...?

He saw her standing on one of the low hills, a pink glow about her from the full moon. He stood atop the hill just watching her. Her long reddish-orange hair flowed in the breeze and danced around her body. The ribbons on her dress were thrown wildly about. But she stood so still. So calm.

As he watched, he suddenly spotted a mass of darkness. It was giant. It swirled about within it's form. His head began to feel massive pain, paralyzing him and nearly blinding him. He looked away, but only for a moment. Was it trying to get her? He spotted it, moving steadily closer to her. He cried out in pain as he tried to force himself to move. His legs would not move. Not his arms. He was paralyzed standing. He yelled for her to run. He yelled for her to come to him. But she didn't seem to hear him. As he continued to yell, and the black mass got closer to her, his own pain became greater. Blood began to pour from his pores and from his eyes. His limbs began to contort.

When the mass was within a few yards of her, she finally saw it. Her state had been so tranquil that she had not noticed anything. Why hadn't she been able to detect it? He saw her start to run, he could hear her screaming. He continued to yell for her, but she didn't seem to hear anything. What was this creature that had come?

She ran as fast as she could, making it up the hill where he was. His eyes were clouded with blood, but he saw her clearly. He urged her to come right with him so they would be killed or overtaken together, but she only stared up at him. Had the creature silenced him as well? He saw the creature coming behind her, slowly, knowing her energy was drained.

"I thought you would protect me..." tears streamed down her face and hurt was clearly visible in her eyes. As she lay there on her stomach, with no energy left, she stared up at him.

He continued yelling, he continued trying to move, but every effort he made deformed his body even more. The black mass got continually closer, taking its time to watch them suffer. The mass passed over, leaving her untouched, but came face to face with Aaron.

"You are powerless against me. You will never be able to protect her. The time is coming when I will take her, and you will not be able to do anything. The things she will go through will rip you apart. Would you like a look into the future...?"

Aaron's eyes grew wide as the creature placed images into his head. He saw Myrrah. She was naked and bleeding. Her hair was matted with blood and she lay on a grate with her arms and legs contrained. The constraints were spiked, and the dug into her skin. She was unconscious obviously, which was probably the best thing for her. Awful creatures stood about her, rubbing their nasty hands up and down her marred body, licking her, and grinning.

All at once, the creature was before him again. "That is mild compared to what will happen. There's nothing you can do to stop it."

The creature passed through him, and his body seared with pain. He cried out loudly, and still could not move.

From behind him he heard the creature say, "You will always remember this. And even when you're sweet Myrrah is mine, the scars will remain."


"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Aaron? Aaorn, oh my..." Myrrah sat up quickly and became frightened.

Aaron cried out in pain again, and again. Myrrah sat in horror.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw her. He saw her expression. And he saw why.

There were six holes around each wrist. They were fresh, but no longer bleeding. But he could feel several more wounds.

"Myrrah," he said, breathlessly. He placed his hands on his shoulders, pulling his shirt to the side. "Are they here too?"

She shook her head. "What happened?"

He did not answer her question, but leaned forward and checked his ankles. There were six around each one, just like his wrist. Just like the constraints she would be in if he couldn't protect her.

"Aaron..."

"I'm sorry, love."

"Aaron, what happened? Your eyes, your hair..."

"What is it?"

"Your hair is black...and your eyes...they're red...and one of them has been cut."

He reached up and felt a a cut that went from his eyebrow to his nose, and the pain in his eye must have been the cut going across his eyeball.

"Myrrah. We have to get away. Something is coming."

"This place is suppose to be safe. No one else can enter it right?" She was almost frantic.

"I thought so too, but I believe we are both ill-informed. We must leave here, and seek advice from the Oracle."

She helped him to stand, and it became apparent that one of his legs was injured as well. He could walk, but it was difficult and caused a bad limp. What was he going to do? He couldn't go back to his village, they would disown him, besides no one there could handle this issue. The only think he knew to do was Ask the Oracle. He was sure he would need some gift, but hopefully someone there could instruct him.

"I'm scared, Aaron."

"I know, love. But it's going to be okay. I'm going to protect you." I hope...

The continual night was as tranquil as ever, but his fear was too great. What was that thing? Would the Oracle know? He had so many questions and....
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Genre: Carnival Coin Operated Fortune Teller

...they needed to get to the Oracle fast. Aaron and Myrrah traveled as quickly as they could given Aaron's wounded state. Once Myrrah transported them back into the IBDOF, they paused in the thread kingdom of The Reading Room long enough for Aarons wounds to be treated.

They also thought it wise to get a change of outfit for Aaron and an outfit in general for Myrrah. Aaron wrapped himself in a long dark cloak and pulled a wide brimmed black hat down so it covered his missing eye. Myrrah was startled by his dark appearance, but even more so by his horrified reaction when she came out wearing what had been labeled as a "cheerleader uniform."

After she had changed into a simple blue dress and a light cloak the two of them continued on their journey to the Oracle. They travelled as discretely as possible through the other thread kingdoms for over a week before reaching the kingdom of Ask the Oracle.

As they aproached the great Oracle, it signaled to them showing that they were indeed worthy to speak with it.

"I am the Oracle, Provider of Answers. Who dares to disturb me?" The Oracle asked as an ominous mist apeared along with an odd hissing noise.

"I am Aaron and this is my companion, Myrrah. We come seeking answers." Aaron answered swiftly.

"I will answer your queries, but first you must insert two quarters."

Aaron looked sideways at Myrrah and cleared his throat. "You got this babe?"

"You have got to be kidding!" She yelled. "I paid for the clothes on your back and now this!"

"Come on babe, you know I'm good for it."

"Alright!" Myrrah called as she feed the machine the coins.

"Ask away." The Oracle commanded.

"Okay," Aaron sighed. "
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[Genre - list of titles]
"Okay," Aaron sighed, and launched into the series of questions he had been carefully preparing:

“O great oracle, can you really help us?â€
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[genre - private detective]

The case had seemed like a simple one…Track down the storyteller’s daughter, get the dope on this marginal new boyfriend, and see the girl returned to papa. All for fifty bucks a day, plus a big fat bonus upon delivery of the brat in “unsulliedâ€
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[genre - Stargate Unlimited]

As I watched closely, [a young couple intent on speaking with me is likely to indicate an opportunity - perhaps even beyond what I had already contracted for] I saw a shimmering silver ~disturbance~ appear behind them.

They stopped coming towards me, and seemed to stretch out and suddenly they were gone.

The disturbance winked out, rather like a closing eye, and a coin tinkled on the cobblestones. When I picked it up - it was like no currency I had ever seen.

Words in a language I didn't recognise - Even characters that didn't match the alphabet! Also - the metal it was made out seemed greasy to the touch.

My feline companion hissed, and I felt small discharges of static from it's fur. At the same time I felt the hackles of my neck rise. An eerie silver glow cast everything in an odd light, and when I glanced up - I saw it...
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[genre - homage to Norton Juster]

Who could possibly have left such an enormous package and such a strange one? For, while it was not quite a truncated icosahedron, it was definitely not a hexagonal prism, and for its size it was larger than almost any other big package of smaller dimension that I'd ever seen.

Attached to one side was a bright-yellow envelope which said simply: "FOR MARLOW, WHO NEVER GETS A BREAK."

Of course, if you've ever gotten a surprise package, you can imagine how puzzled and excited I was; and if you've never gotten one, pay close attention, because someday you might.

"I don't think it's Professional Surveillance Experts Day," I puzzled, "and Hanukkah must be months away, and I haven't been outstandingly good, or even good at all." (I had to admit this even to myself.) "Most probably I won't like it anyway, but since I don't know where it came from, I can't possibly send it back." I thought about it for quite a while and then opened the envelope, but just to be polite.

"ONE GENUINE INTERDIMENSIONAL TOLLBOOTH," it stated -- and then it went on:

"EASILY ASSEMBLED IN ANY FORUM, AND FOR USE BY THOSE WHO NEED TO FOLLOW FUGITIVES TO FARAWAY PLACES."

"What an astonishing coincidence," I thought to myself as I continued to read.

"THIS PACKAGE CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING ITEMS:

"One (1) genuine interdimensional tollbooth to be erected according to directions.
"Three (3) precautionary signs to be used in a precautionary fashion.
"One (1) map, up to date and carefully drawn by master stellar cartographers, depicting natural and alien-made features.
"One (1) book of rules and traffic regulations, which may not be bent or broken."

And in smaller letters at the bottom it concluded:

"RESULTS ARE NOT GUARANTEED. IF NOT PERFECTLY SATISFIED, YOU’RE OUT OF LUCK. EXACT CHANGE REQUIRED."

Following the instructions, which told us to cut here, lift there, and fold back all around, the Cat and I soon had the toll booth unpacked and set up on its stand. He fitted the windows in place and attached the roof, which extended out on both sides, while I fastened on the coin box. It was very much like the tollbooths I'd seen many years ago on family trips, except of course it was much smaller and orange.

"What a strange present," I thought to myself. "The least they could have done was to send a spaceship with it, for it's terribly impractical without one." But since, at the time, there was no other way to follow Myrrah and Aaron, I set up the three signs,

SLOW DOWN APPROACHING TOLLBOOTH
PLEASE HAVE YOUR DAKARAN DOLLAR COIN READY
HAVE YOUR FUGITIVES’ IDENTITY IN MIND

and slowly unfolded the map.

As the announcement stated, it was a beautiful map, in many colors, showing principal nebulae, quasars and black holes, habitable systems and technological artifacts, likely refueling points and oxygen replenishment sources, merchant shipping lanes and wormhole detours, and sites of outstanding interest both beautiful and historic.

The only trouble was that I had never heard of any of the places it indicated, and even the names sounded most peculiar.

"I don't think there really is such an alternate dimension," I concluded after studying it carefully. "Well, it doesn't matter anyway." And I closed my eyes and poked a finger at the map.

"M7G-677," I read slowly when I saw what my finger had chosen. "Oh, well, we might as well go there as anywhere."

I dropped the strange coin in the toll slot, and suddenly…
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Genre - seasonal poem
'Twas the night before New Years, in a dead forum
For volleyball writers, that’s long lacked a quorum;
The Sherlocks, impatient to be given by Ghost,
Were down to their last bitter hopes for a new post.

The veterans had moved on to new e-pursuits;
Efforts to replace them had found no new recruits.
Our young fugitives, unseen since October 8,
Had settled down abed, ready to procreate.

When out on the lawn there arose a soft clatter,
Myrrah sprang from position to check the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Brave Aaron, befuddled by the moon on her breast,
Begged “Come back to bed, Myrrah,â€
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