Reminds me a bit of that kid from Scary Movie 3, I think he was a spin off of the Sixth Sense, but he has somewhat psychic powers. O
ne of his best lines was when a guy came leading a girl out of a closet at a wake, i believe. To the guy he says "You're going to get lucky tonight," and then to the girl, he whispers "He doesn't know you're a man."
This just reminds me of that scene, the way the chair tries to ruin people is a bit different, but it seemed fitting.
Overall, I'm not thrilled by this piece. It's a good solid idea, but it strikes me as a crude joke and something that would have been destroyed long ago. I agree with everyone else. Cute, but has some flaws.
Very nice. I have always enjoyed ideas revolving around the gifts of fey creatures and this one is very atmospheric, well detailed, and fun. My favorite part is the paragraph about the hands it has passed through. Great first submission, a very nice take on a traditional Bard's instrument.
That was damn crepy. I don't think I will ever look at fried chicken the same way again.
Good work, Scras. It conjures impressive mental images of a thin teenager, sitting the back of a dark movie theatre, smells kind of like sewage and fried chicken, just going to town on a big ol' bucket of Mr. Chicken's Special Recipe. The Monster portion of him, the giant 6-legged gator thing is a bit hard to imagine. But, that's just all the more freaky. Good work.
That was a fun read. I love the idea of a 'blind' immune system, and I echo Echo's (lol) first line. The character seems quite singular in concept, but the execution brings a ton of depth to Kain-1. I'm not a huge fan of the genre, but I have really enjoyed your Starkin submissions. They aren't something I can readily use, but I do enjoy reading them. Good work.
Some of these are really very good. Others are quite lack-luster. The Pet Rock and A Funny Tome, especially, appeal to my sense of humor.
"Hey, Hrangwulf, why is the sky blue?"
"I don't know, Dorgin, why?"
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"Because it doesn't live underground! Ha! Ha!"
When upon the blood-given star a babe is birthed, the hundred skies will fall in shatters trappings. Leaves of green and envy will crash into the forgiven sun, and the Hydra-King sees all that he has lost when redemption is wasted through fearful filth.
This is an interesting poem I wrote using every word in a Magnetic Poetry kit once each. It was written at a place called the Timber-White Lodge, and is therefor known as the Timberwhite Requiem - Enjoy:
Here I make Symbols only Angels could Investigate.
There is Color which Art must know.
I see the Wild Miasma or every electric purple, blue, white, green and black approach my studio from breaking smoke.
Ask the young ink to paint an old passion. Give it this dust and create a concrete masterpiece in soft, surreal, harmony.
Then, try to chisel your glorious monument we always would imagine.
A shimmering Shard of Neo-Joy as never observed in Life or Death.
Come, weld wood, and sculpt our water.
No canvas can capture my bold silhouette: an absurd Impression, but best for rhythm.
Say, See, think, and hear as deep form composes above original grace.
Picture who said, "Demand glass metal." and let harmony be at that.