RE: SeaWyrm's Talon Exercises
12-01-2012, 06:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-01-2012, 06:26 AM by SeaWyrm.)
"Hublublublooblooo, you."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Hublublublooblooo... YOU!" The creature pointed at him.
"No, me John." John pointed at himself.
The creature sighed and rolled its eyes. "No, listen," it said, "you don't get it: Hublublublooblooo, you. See?"
"Hublubloo-"
"Hublublublooblooo."
"Hubhulloo-"
"No, each l has a b before it."
"Hublublubloob... looo..."
"Hublublublooblooo, you."
"Hublublublooblooo... you!" John beamed.
The creature threw its arms up in the air. "No," it cried, "not hublublublooblooo ME, hublublublooblooo YOU! Oh, forget it. I give up." It stormed off, petulantly.
"Huh," said John, "I still don't get it." He sighed. He'd been wearing his yellow pajamas for days now, and they were starting to become itchy. He needed real clothes - and some real food would be nice, too. He'd hoped this town would provide, but so far, things had not been promising. This far from the Epicenter, he was having trouble making sense of things.
He approached a round structure by the side of the plaza. As he got close, it appeared to be spinning like a merry-go-round. Yes, definitely - there went a front door with a sign over it that might conceivably have said something in the local language that translated approximately to the concept John knew of as "Inn."
He caught the door the next time it came around and let himself in.
"Hullo," said the possible innkeeper, "what can I do for you?"
"Hublublublooblooo, you," said John, in a fit of experimentation.
The innkeeper blinked. "Thanks for saying so," it said, "but I quite doubt it."
"Oh," said John, awkwardly, "oh. Er. Do you have..."
"A loom available? Certainly. Just five vowels."
"Will AEIOU do?" hazarded John, then, "wait, did you say a loom?"
"Yes, those vowels will suffice. Though I think it would be more convenient for everybody if you paid in dipthongs. Oh well, your choice. Let me take you to your loom."
John followed, uncertainly. He found it difficult to walk inwards.
Ahead, there was a towering wooden structure that loomed over him. Threads hung from it.
---15 Mins---
Gnauga, what the heck does "Hublublublooblooo" mean? I suspect I have now written that sequence of characters more times than any other person in all of history.
Okay, so that's it for me for now. As I said, I want to start shifting my focus to longer forms of writing. I guess this has been a month of warm up or something? Maybe I'll come back to this later.
Rather than leave this topic fallow, let's open it up to everybody. But I'm imposing a new rule - you're only allowed to suggest one line per line you've written to. Otherwise, we'll be swamped in lines with no actual FEs to go with them.
As the resident only person who has completed an FE in this topic, I offer you all the following:
As the jelly dripped down the wall, my fate was revealed.
Whoever writes to that line can suggest the next one, and maybe I'll toss more in over time. I seem to have built up a bit of a stockpile...
"I beg your pardon?"
"Hublublublooblooo... YOU!" The creature pointed at him.
"No, me John." John pointed at himself.
The creature sighed and rolled its eyes. "No, listen," it said, "you don't get it: Hublublublooblooo, you. See?"
"Hublubloo-"
"Hublublublooblooo."
"Hubhulloo-"
"No, each l has a b before it."
"Hublublubloob... looo..."
"Hublublublooblooo, you."
"Hublublublooblooo... you!" John beamed.
The creature threw its arms up in the air. "No," it cried, "not hublublublooblooo ME, hublublublooblooo YOU! Oh, forget it. I give up." It stormed off, petulantly.
"Huh," said John, "I still don't get it." He sighed. He'd been wearing his yellow pajamas for days now, and they were starting to become itchy. He needed real clothes - and some real food would be nice, too. He'd hoped this town would provide, but so far, things had not been promising. This far from the Epicenter, he was having trouble making sense of things.
He approached a round structure by the side of the plaza. As he got close, it appeared to be spinning like a merry-go-round. Yes, definitely - there went a front door with a sign over it that might conceivably have said something in the local language that translated approximately to the concept John knew of as "Inn."
He caught the door the next time it came around and let himself in.
"Hullo," said the possible innkeeper, "what can I do for you?"
"Hublublublooblooo, you," said John, in a fit of experimentation.
The innkeeper blinked. "Thanks for saying so," it said, "but I quite doubt it."
"Oh," said John, awkwardly, "oh. Er. Do you have..."
"A loom available? Certainly. Just five vowels."
"Will AEIOU do?" hazarded John, then, "wait, did you say a loom?"
"Yes, those vowels will suffice. Though I think it would be more convenient for everybody if you paid in dipthongs. Oh well, your choice. Let me take you to your loom."
John followed, uncertainly. He found it difficult to walk inwards.
Ahead, there was a towering wooden structure that loomed over him. Threads hung from it.
---15 Mins---
Gnauga, what the heck does "Hublublublooblooo" mean? I suspect I have now written that sequence of characters more times than any other person in all of history.
Okay, so that's it for me for now. As I said, I want to start shifting my focus to longer forms of writing. I guess this has been a month of warm up or something? Maybe I'll come back to this later.
Rather than leave this topic fallow, let's open it up to everybody. But I'm imposing a new rule - you're only allowed to suggest one line per line you've written to. Otherwise, we'll be swamped in lines with no actual FEs to go with them.
As the resident only person who has completed an FE in this topic, I offer you all the following:
As the jelly dripped down the wall, my fate was revealed.
Whoever writes to that line can suggest the next one, and maybe I'll toss more in over time. I seem to have built up a bit of a stockpile...