Had an idea while reading Drasia's poetry. One of her comments made me think it might be fun to do a creativity thread where a simple statement is written and then everyone else says the same thing only they embellish it in their own way.

The statement itself stays the exact same in meaning, the only difference is the phrasing.
It's a great way to see how people express and percieve ideas differently.

Example:

"My boyfriend told me he loved me in a letter"

"My lover professed his feelings for me in written form"
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Here's the first statement:

"Early this morning while the sun was low in the eastern sky I began my daily ritual of walking down the lake road"

"Early this morning while the sun was low in the eastern sky I began my daily ritual of walking down the lake road"

My version:

Before the dawn, while the sun had not yet risen very high in the east and I could still feel the chill of night in the yet unwarmed air I started my regular daily routine of walking down the road by the lakeside.


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Next Statement:

"She never knew who her father was. Although, I wanted to very much, I just could not bring myself to tell her. I knew as much as she wanted it, the truth would only increase her unhappiness."

"She never knew who her father was. Although, I wanted to very much, I just could not bring myself to tell her. I knew as much as she wanted it, the truth would only increase her unhappiness."

My version:

The young girl was unaware of her father's identity and even though I yearned to, I was unable to allow my lips to utter the truth. No matter how much her heart ached for it, the veracity of the situation would cause her only more grief.

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I like this one...let's run with this one for a few posts. If nobody else wants to play we can start a new statement

The young girl was unaware of her father's identity and even though I yearned to, I was unable to allow my lips to utter the truth. No matter how much her heart ached for it, the veracity of the situation would cause her only more grief.

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I could not bring myself to drop his name. In doing so, I condemned both myself and her to a life of secrecy. She would never know the name of her father, and I would remain simply another person in her life. I dare not be the one to tell her. I would confirm should she ask, but initiation has never been my strong point.

(Is the speaker the father?!?! Dun dun dunnnnn. Stay tuned to find out. - Actually probably not since it's like a female will retell the story next time lol)

very cool...

the idea is that each time a person takes on the statement, it becomes theirs and it can be imagined from any point of view they wish, male, female, etc.
..not sure what gender "ETC" is in that list

How many different ways can you say amazed? It's a great honour.. to say the very least... and I thank you very much.. *chuckles* bit of an understatement really.. um, speachless heh...

But apparantly I should write more to get all you other peoples writing, it's awesome how you guys take those sentences and just twist and shape them into somethin stunning.. This was a fantastic idea Lyskhala, especially making it so each person can put their own individual spin on it.. Not only does this thread of yours help to inspire other people, but it also gives us a chance to practice fluffing up sentences and getting ideas from other members of this Inn's unique persepctives..*Smiles*
And Death, you really took that out to a great level.. all of ye did if I may say so...

*Gets all puffed and proud and snooty* As Founding inspiration to this thread, I say... Carry On good masters of the quil... pen... keyboard.... thing..

(And Death, of course ye love me! I'm the Great Drasia!.. seriously though, the both of us miss ye greatly.. where's the fun without the LSD!?)

Lol @ LSD comment.

The young girl was unaware of her father's identity and even though I yearned to, I was unable to allow my lips to utter the truth. No matter how much her heart ached for it, the veracity of the situation would cause her only more grief.


My version:

She didn't know. That was the simplest way to put it. She had never been told and I could not bear to be the one, not of everyone in her life who had more right than me...I could not bring myself to tell her this, that as much as she would love to believe otherwise the very truth was that the man she had spent her entire life learning to hate was the very man who shared half of her genes. I'd helped raise her these fifteen years and been through the ups and downs of her mother and her. I've loved my sister's child as if she were from my own womb... how could I bring such pain into her life? But, as she sits before me now, a broken person, weeping over her confused identity, begging the universe for answers, how can I not at least offer her the chance to at least know that no matter what a monster her father might have become, she was created out of love?

I could hear the distant screams as my tired, shoeless feet carried me further through the darkened alley. Unable to run any further, I stopped to catch my breath behind a rusty, dilapidated dumpster.

I could hear the distant screams as my tired, shoeless feet carried me further through the darkened alley. Unable to run any further, I stopped to catch my breath behind a rusty, dilapidated dumpster.

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The tortured screams stabbed my ears like splinters in supple flesh. I ran faster, my bare feet transporting my numb body into a harsh terrain of broken beer bottles and spent needles. The darkness enveloped me with nefarious glee as I hugged the cold, damp wall of the dismal alley. My breath came in short gasps and I could feel my heart thumping through my tattered silk shirt as it pleaded for air. I spotted what looked like an old dumpster just ahead and hurried to it’s paltry refuge as if it were a fortress built specifically for the purpose of sheltering me from the evil that was, by now, surely aware of my absence.

verry cool.
in what decade/year/era were you thinking of?

let'sa trya dis one!

He and his friends sat on the top of the clanking metal beast the heat and dust choking them as his column rolled along raising dust. The Peasants only pausing their toil to look up at him with no emotion frustrating his attempts to read their thoughts. Then a divine bolt rang out killing him as him rolled into a ditch.

My Version: He sat on the right outside, languishing in the hot sun which reflected off the Dark Cross on the side of the fearsome Aufsh Beast he rode cradling his weapon as an infant child. The dust rose into the sky like smoke as the and other metal beasts trampled placidly past the fields the peasants worked in. They peered up at him and he struggled to read the thoughts of the peasants as the stared at him stoidly neither contemptuous nor friendly. He was frustrated as he could only remember the days when they welcomed him as a crusader. The sound of an ancient Mosinagant spell a small yet fast and hard to dodge divine bolt being cast by an apperation had hit him, interrupting his reverie and his senses overwhelmed by the shock of danger around him as more apperations began to be cast.

Soon even more ancient spells were being rapidly cast, some being cast faster and were larger, others cast much more slowly and were smaller but just as deadly and other sorcerers were triggering their arcane traps. He could see the peasants quickly walking back to their cottages only to be consumed by fire spewed from another beast's mouth his comrades rode. As his mount turned it's head at the appearations that had attacked him he felt a violation of his body and looked to see his blood smeared along the stems of the Dark Cross. He realized he had not thought to use his weapon.

Soon more beastly mounts were spurred on by their riders, awakened, scorching the appearations and then turned to wreck havoc among the villagers scorching their homes and devouring the peasants who had summoned them. Leaving furrows in the earth from their magic and tracks.

note: I edited this to make it a bit more clearer and grammatically correct don't worry your posts still fit the version

You didn't kill it 'LSD...
see...??? Pope posted

Hey, I've been harried too making props for our show... Snow White which opens tonight and we still aren't done!!! Plus, I stubbed my toe kicking a locker in a moment of extreme anger. ouch... You'll do fine.

I'll make an attempt however misguided it may turn out.
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I rode my liquid beast, all shiny and polished, slowly, deliberately through the soddened village. The residents watched as we sauntered by. Once they thought of me as a hero, a saint who had come to save their pathetic souls from the monsters they now conjured up to devour me.

I rode on, with my head up and my dignity intact.
A fireball was hurled by a phantom onlooker. It struck my beast, making a clanking sound as it slid down the side and onto the muddy ground... then more and more specter fireballs were heaved at us. We were inundated and just as my beast was about to fall, a metallic roar arose in the distance. The red beast had come to finish us off.
We stopped, dead center of the village waiting for our finality. The red beast approached...it's wings outspread in an ominous portrayal of might. I silently prayed my soul to be taken to heaven as the great beast reared back and cast it's fiery breath upon the villagers.
My eyes widened and my heart began to beat again...
The beast had not come for us...it had come for it's own vengence against the villagers