15 Raven Writing thread

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

alright.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Afraid: 

tw: just in general, not for the faint of heart.

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I am afraid
of when 
my vices 
catch me

I am afraid
of when
her lustful fingers
grab me by the throat
and rid me of my humanity

I am furthermore afraid
of when 
I see myself falling
into old patterns
bringing me sadness
and destruction

I am always afraid
of the time
when I give in
and destroy what ive been working for
and kill another promise to myself

I am constantly afraid
of those open arms
welcoming with malicious intent
and yet
i always
go back
because
i cant stop
its taking me over
again
and again
and again
and again
until im nothing
and the world never learns my name.

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Disquiet

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The quiet in the class is eerie. Nobody speaks. Just buzzing of electronics and the ticks of my keyboard, the sniffs as we fight the enemies within our bodies. Our brains are spent. and time continues to move. and we continue to live. and life rises and falls. This quiet. its disquiet. for things we forgot, and things we may never know.

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

prompts anyone?

[Edema Rue she/her]

49 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

prompts anyone?

Write about a character who doesn't believe they're evil. It doesn't matter if they are or not, but they see themself as good.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

On 1/9/2024 at 7:54 AM, Edema Rue said:

Write about a character who doesn't believe they're evil. It doesn't matter if they are or not, but they see themself as good.

Alright. Got it.

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Ser

I was once told that I must be. I am doing more than being. I am thriving. I have created world peace. No one is corrupt. It took me several years of regrettable wars, horrors, and other crimes, but I am now able to write history anew. And nothing shall change. I hide this in a deep earth cavern for those in the future who look for my words, so that they may know that I was no god. I plan to bring all knowledge of history to people. I have given people jobs. I have taught them fairness and love. And yet, still, people continue to die on the streets, and I mourn. Our people have much to fix, but we are climbing our way out. We can fix things. Maybe more deaths will change people for the better... or we must change how we work. I refuse to step down, as it will cause chaos. so i stand with heavy burden, living with the blood of millions on my hands. But I am not evil. I am good. And I will fix everything.

This started one way, went completely different. welcome to how i write.

Edited January 31, 2024 by TheRavenHasLanded

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

could i give a prompt?

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

3 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

could i give a prompt?

always

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

something about a person who is prepearing to become a lich. they think that they are doing it for the grater good. however they are misguided. they will do something wrong and will become a shadow deamon.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

i wrote this for a bit today. 

Spoiler

1200 years aog (supposed to be ago but its funny so im keeping it) there was a small fishing town down inside the Valley. The people of the Valley were enormously strong, so much so that they could nearly throw mountains. They were called the Vallians. Among the great and powerful Vallians, there lived a human professor. He had spent the last 20 years among the Vallians, learning their culture and language. However, on this particular morning, the Vallians could not move. Frantic, the professor searches his book for their physiology, and the page was ripped out! Resigning himself to be the last man to see such great and powerful people, he walks into the Vallian Square. There stood three of the oldest Vallians, holding themselves up by holding onto the sturdy oaks nearby. The professor cried out, shocked. Then one of the Vallians spoke. “Fish for the Great Fish. It will be stronger than many a mountain, but you have persistence, and we believe you can wear it down, unlike countless others of our people.”

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Native American Style Story

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Close your eyes for just a moment. Imagine yourself sitting on a log-bench, waiting impatiently for the storyteller to come out. Your hands run across the rough wood, taking in the sensory stimulation. The fire crackles quietly, and you can feel its warmth around you. You shift closer to your friend, whispering about the quiet. He/She agrees, continues taking in the zen. There's a creak as the cabin door opens and an old, frail looking man comes out, holding a cane and covered in beautiful patterns with fabrics. He opens his mouth, and his story begins.

 

Long ago, when giants walked the earth and gods reined supreme, there lived Earth and Sky. Earth was shy, and small, and she knew not her own beauty. Sky was strong yet quiet. And so, the Sky and the Earth lived together for a time. And they came together, and brought forth the first humans, which was desirable to both. 

This is all i can write down for now lol.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

1 hour ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Native American Style Story

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Close your eyes for just a moment. Imagine yourself sitting on a log-bench, waiting impatiently for the storyteller to come out. Your hands run across the rough wood, taking in the sensory stimulation. The fire crackles quietly, and you can feel its warmth around you. You shift closer to your friend, whispering about the quiet. He/She agrees, continues taking in the zen. There's a creak as the cabin door opens and an old, frail looking man comes out, holding a cane and covered in beautiful patterns with fabrics. He opens his mouth, and his story begins.

 

Long ago, when giants walked the earth and gods reined supreme, there lived Earth and Sky. Earth was shy, and small, and she knew not her own beauty. Sky was strong yet quiet. And so, the Sky and the Earth lived together for a time. And they came together, and brought forth the first humans, which was desirable to both. 

This is all i can write down for now lol.

ooh thats a nice way to start a story.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

58 minutes ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

ooh thats a nice way to start a story.

thank you!

On 2/7/2024 at 10:55 AM, TheRavenHasLanded said:

i wrote this for a bit today. 

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1200 years aog (supposed to be ago but its funny so im keeping it) there was a small fishing town down inside the Valley. The people of the Valley were enormously strong, so much so that they could nearly throw mountains. They were called the Vallians. Among the great and powerful Vallians, there lived a human professor. He had spent the last 20 years among the Vallians, learning their culture and language. However, on this particular morning, the Vallians could not move. Frantic, the professor searches his book for their physiology, and the page was ripped out! Resigning himself to be the last man to see such great and powerful people, he walks into the Vallian Square. There stood three of the oldest Vallians, holding themselves up by holding onto the sturdy oaks nearby. The professor cried out, shocked. Then one of the Vallians spoke. “Fish for the Great Fish. It will be stronger than many a mountain, but you have persistence, and we believe you can wear it down, unlike countless others of our people.”

 

Continuation

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The professor kneeled before the Vallians. “This quest shall be done.” The old, but still strong Vallians smiled. “Go” and the man stood, tears to his eyes. He turns around, and begins his long journey.
It took him many months, traversing deserts that would have dried any normal man to the bone. But he pushed on. He swam through the great rivers, beating down the current as he swam, and sprinted through the rainforests, its greenery brushing his skin lightly, its poison working through him. He was bitten, blocked, and beaten, but he pushed on. Finally, after 3 years he reached the great ocean. On the shore, there was a large boat, one that could only carry a Vallian. Standing on the boat was a skeleton, who allowed him passage on. And so, the first trial had begun.
 

 

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

7 hours ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

thank you!

Continuation

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The professor kneeled before the Vallians. “This quest shall be done.” The old, but still strong Vallians smiled. “Go” and the man stood, tears to his eyes. He turns around, and begins his long journey.
It took him many months, traversing deserts that would have dried any normal man to the bone. But he pushed on. He swam through the great rivers, beating down the current as he swam, and sprinted through the rainforests, its greenery brushing his skin lightly, its poison working through him. He was bitten, blocked, and beaten, but he pushed on. Finally, after 3 years he reached the great ocean. On the shore, there was a large boat, one that could only carry a Vallian. Standing on the boat was a skeleton, who allowed him passage on. And so, the first trial had begun.
 

 

thats a nice continuation. how many trials are you thinking of there being?

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

14 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

thats a nice continuation. how many trials are you thinking of there being?

4 if you count the fishing itself, which will take a whole week to get a bite and then a whole month to reel it in finally.

[Ψιτιsτηε Βεsτ]

7 hours ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

4 if you count the fishing itself, which will take a whole week to get a bite and then a whole month to reel it in finally.

I am sure ready. 

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Noah sent me this on text

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[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

6 hours ago, ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ said:

I am sure ready. 

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Noah sent me this on text

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[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

MORE OF THIS- Full thing because im lazy.

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1200 years aog (supposed to be ago but its funny so im keeping it) there was a small fishing town down inside the Valley. The people of the Valley were enormously strong, so much so that they could nearly throw mountains. They were called the Vallians. Among the great and powerful Vallians, there lived a human professor. He had spent the last 20 years among the Vallians, learning their culture and language. However, on this particular morning, the Vallians could not move. Frantic, the professor searches his book for their physiology, and the page was ripped out! Resigning himself to be the last man to see such great and powerful people, he walks into the Vallian Square. There stood three of the oldest Vallians, holding themselves up by holding onto the sturdy oaks nearby. The professor cried out, shocked. Then one of the Vallians spoke. “Fish for the Great Fish. It will be stronger than many a mountain, but you have persistence, and we believe you can wear it down, unlike countless others of our people.”
The professor kneeled before the Vallians. “This quest shall be done.” The old, but still strong Vallians smiled. “Go” and the man stood, tears to his eyes. He turns around, and begins his long journey.
It took him many months, traversing deserts that would have dried any normal man to the bone. But he pushed on. He swam through the great rivers, beating down the current as he swam, and sprinted through the rainforests, its greenery brushing his skin lightly, its poison working through him. He was bitten, blocked, and beaten, but he pushed on. Finally, after 3 years he reached the great ocean. On the shore, there was a large boat, one that could only carry a Vallian. Standing on the boat was a skeleton, who allowed him passage on. And so, the first trial had begun.
The skeleton lurched forwards, but collapses into small pieces. Horrified, the professor jumps forwards, beginning the painstaking process of putting the skeleton back together. With care belying his looks, he assembles each piece back in perfection. His memory served him well, as he remembered their bone structure exactly like he had recorded it on his missing page. The skeleton nodded its thanks, then with speed ran to the wheel and began to turn it. With a cacophony of creaks and wood protests, the boat leaves the dock.
    Now, of course, the man was mentally tired. But a challenge comes quickly, in the form of gloomy stormclouds on the horizon. Terrified, the professor held onto something and began the eternal wait from calm to storm.
    The first wave was a shock. It slammed into the boat with incredible force, and despite the boat being in horrid condition, it survived. Wave after wave shook the boat as the professor screamed in vain, spitting water from his mouth several times. Then, there was a final, enormous wave to go over. The professor stared up the monolith, knowing he would die. They flew up the wave, gravity seeming to shift from the bottom to the back, then through the top. He held on with massive strength as the boat stalled in the air, then fell. The professor was calm as he crashed into the ocean, water going up his nose and battered by the boat’s wreckage. He moved up, his head bursting forth out of the water to breathe in air. He had forgotten how nice it was to breathe it. At the very edges of his vision, he could see an island, quietly floating with gentle waves.

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

On 2/22/2024 at 11:53 AM, TheRavenHasLanded said:

MORE OF THIS- Full thing because im lazy.

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1200 years aog (supposed to be ago but its funny so im keeping it) there was a small fishing town down inside the Valley. The people of the Valley were enormously strong, so much so that they could nearly throw mountains. They were called the Vallians. Among the great and powerful Vallians, there lived a human professor. He had spent the last 20 years among the Vallians, learning their culture and language. However, on this particular morning, the Vallians could not move. Frantic, the professor searches his book for their physiology, and the page was ripped out! Resigning himself to be the last man to see such great and powerful people, he walks into the Vallian Square. There stood three of the oldest Vallians, holding themselves up by holding onto the sturdy oaks nearby. The professor cried out, shocked. Then one of the Vallians spoke. “Fish for the Great Fish. It will be stronger than many a mountain, but you have persistence, and we believe you can wear it down, unlike countless others of our people.”
The professor kneeled before the Vallians. “This quest shall be done.” The old, but still strong Vallians smiled. “Go” and the man stood, tears to his eyes. He turns around, and begins his long journey.
It took him many months, traversing deserts that would have dried any normal man to the bone. But he pushed on. He swam through the great rivers, beating down the current as he swam, and sprinted through the rainforests, its greenery brushing his skin lightly, its poison working through him. He was bitten, blocked, and beaten, but he pushed on. Finally, after 3 years he reached the great ocean. On the shore, there was a large boat, one that could only carry a Vallian. Standing on the boat was a skeleton, who allowed him passage on. And so, the first trial had begun.
The skeleton lurched forwards, but collapses into small pieces. Horrified, the professor jumps forwards, beginning the painstaking process of putting the skeleton back together. With care belying his looks, he assembles each piece back in perfection. His memory served him well, as he remembered their bone structure exactly like he had recorded it on his missing page. The skeleton nodded its thanks, then with speed ran to the wheel and began to turn it. With a cacophony of creaks and wood protests, the boat leaves the dock.
    Now, of course, the man was mentally tired. But a challenge comes quickly, in the form of gloomy stormclouds on the horizon. Terrified, the professor held onto something and began the eternal wait from calm to storm.
    The first wave was a shock. It slammed into the boat with incredible force, and despite the boat being in horrid condition, it survived. Wave after wave shook the boat as the professor screamed in vain, spitting water from his mouth several times. Then, there was a final, enormous wave to go over. The professor stared up the monolith, knowing he would die. They flew up the wave, gravity seeming to shift from the bottom to the back, then through the top. He held on with massive strength as the boat stalled in the air, then fell. The professor was calm as he crashed into the ocean, water going up his nose and battered by the boat’s wreckage. He moved up, his head bursting forth out of the water to breathe in air. He had forgotten how nice it was to breathe it. At the very edges of his vision, he could see an island, quietly floating with gentle waves.

 

more of this!

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He stroked through the water, his arms burning with each stoke as he moved. The salt mixed with his wounds, stinging him as he moved. He swam for nearly an hour before getting to the small island. On it, there was a large wooden hut, and a willow-oak tree hybrid. The hut released a gust of cold air as it was opened, revealing a quaint little workshop, with fishline strings along with a dulled whittling knife and a large sturdy table with hundreds upon thousands of nicks, scrapes and gashes. In the corner, he found a whetstone in good condition that he could use. With a worksman’s precision, he sharpens the whittling knife just as the Vallians had taught, the edge soon becoming keen with sharp. Its former state lay on the whetstone. He explored further, looking for an axe to cut down the tree. He had no fishing rod, so he began to make his own, as was customary for those who had made it this far.
 

 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

May I give you a writing prompt?

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

13 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

May I give you a writing prompt?

sure!

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

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1200 years aog (supposed to be ago but its funny so im keeping it) there was a small fishing town down inside the Valley. The people of the Valley were enormously strong, so much so that they could nearly throw mountains. They were called the Vallians. Among the great and powerful Vallians, there lived a human professor. He had spent the last 20 years among the Vallians, learning their culture and language. However, on this particular morning, the Vallians could not move. Frantic, the professor searches his book for their physiology, and the page was ripped out! Resigning himself to be the last man to see such great and powerful people, he walks into the Vallian Square. There stood three of the oldest Vallians, holding themselves up by holding onto the sturdy oaks nearby. The professor cried out, shocked. Then one of the Vallians spoke. “Fish for the Great Fish. It will be stronger than many a mountain, but you have persistence, and we believe you can wear it down, unlike countless others of our people.”
The professor kneeled before the Vallians. “This quest shall be done.” The old, but still strong Vallians smiled. “Go” and the man stood, tears to his eyes. He turns around, and begins his long journey.
It took him many months, traversing deserts that would have dried any normal man to the bone. But he pushed on. He swam through the great rivers, beating down the current as he swam, and sprinted through the rainforests, its greenery brushing his skin lightly, its poison working through him. He was bitten, blocked, and beaten, but he pushed on. Finally, after 3 years he reached the great ocean. On the shore, there was a large boat, one that could only carry a Vallian. Standing on the boat was a skeleton, who allowed him passage on. And so, the first trial had begun.
The skeleton lurched forwards, but collapses into small pieces. Horrified, the professor jumps forwards, beginning the painstaking process of putting the skeleton back together. With care belying his looks, he assembles each piece back in perfection. His memory served him well, as he remembered their bone structure exactly like he had recorded it on his missing page. The skeleton nodded its thanks, then with speed ran to the wheel and began to turn it. With a cacophony of creaks and wood protests, the boat leaves the dock.
    Now, of course, the man was mentally tired. But a challenge comes quickly, in the form of gloomy stormclouds on the horizon. Terrified, the professor held onto something and began the eternal wait from calm to storm.
    The first wave was a shock. It slammed into the boat with incredible force, and despite the boat being in horrid condition, it survived. Wave after wave shook the boat as the professor screamed in vain, spitting water from his mouth several times. Then, there was a final, enormous wave to go over. The professor stared up the monolith, knowing he would die. They flew up the wave, gravity seeming to shift from the bottom to the back, then through the top. He held on with massive strength as the boat stalled in the air, then fell. The professor was calm as he crashed into the ocean, water going up his nose and battered by the boat’s wreckage. He moved up, his head bursting forth out of the water to breathe in air. He had forgotten how nice it was to breathe it. At the very edges of his vision, he could see an island, quietly floating with gentle waves.
He stroked through the water, his arms burning with each stoke as he moved. The salt mixed with his wounds, stinging him as he moved. He swam for nearly an hour before getting to the small island. On it, there was a large wooden hut, and a willow-oak tree hybrid. The hut released a gust of cold air as it was opened, revealing a quaint little workshop, with fishline strings along with a dulled whittling knife and a large sturdy table with hundreds upon thousands of nicks, scrapes and gashes. In the corner, he found a whetstone in good condition that he could use. With a worksman’s precision, he sharpens the whittling knife just as the Vallians had taught, the edge soon becoming keen with sharp. Its former state lay on the whetstone. He explored further, looking for an axe to cut down the tree. He had no fishing rod, so he began to make his own, as was customary for those who had made it this far.
The monotonous sounds of an axe slamming into the trunk finally gave way into a loud thud as the behemoth tree fell. With careful precision, he cut away the outer bark, then begins the painstaking process of whittling the tree. Before he began, he glanced at the ground, noticing a single small seed. He re-planted the seed, then scraped away at the flexible wood, its strips curling up and around. He cut the tree several times, for future attempts at fishing, as he was practical enough to realize that this challenge could prove more difficult. A great eagle circled above, waiting for him to fail and take the dead body off the island for its young. The professor did not notice, and forged on.
Days later, he had a rod. He had sweat dripping down every inch of him. He attached a line to the rod, put some bait on, and began to fish. The rod broke as soon as the line hit the water, shattering in every grain of the wood. With a sigh, he retreated, beginning the process over again. 
    Two rods later, it didn’t shatter. With glee, he took a boat he found and went out, passing far into the distance, the only sounds being the swish of paddles through water. When he had gone far enough, he set out his rod, beginning the long wait for his catch. Several days passed, his mind spinning with grand returns, holding the fish above his head for all to see. The line dipped into the water and became taut. The boat lurched forward as the fish began to pull away, but the rod held. The professor frantically grabbed at it before it flew away. 
    His hands grasped the rod just as it unhooked. Immediately, he went under the waves. The cold shocked him, but he held onto his rod. The fish swam at breakneck speeds. He continued to hold. The fish darted up, breaching the surface of the water, allowing the professor a brief moment of air, then slammed back into the water. The fish swam deeper. His ears began to pop. Still, he held. Soon, he began to lose his air as it was used up. He slipped in and out of consciousness, holding on by sheer force of will. Knowing that his life hangs in the balance, he thought back to his time with the Vallians, desperate to find something, anything, that would allow him to succeed and keep his life.
    In the deep recesses of his mind, he remembered a story he heard from one of the elder Vallians, whom was a great warrior before his retirement. The story was a simple one, about fish. He grasped at it, frantic for its information. The one tidbit he pulled away, he knew, would save him. The elder had said, “In order to win, you must do at least one of these things: Outlast, outsmart, or outmaneuver. Only then can you win a battle crucial to the war.” With greatened resolve, he let the breath that he so fiercely held go. The bubbles drifted up. So did the Fish. They floated up, his ears popping and his lungs burning. The Fish struggled mightily, but he had been outlasted and outsmarted. The Fish accepted his fate, rising to the top of the water, as the professor let his grip slacken on the rod, and just as he reached the surface, he breathed in and finally submitted to the darkness threatening to overcome him. 
    He woke with a start, the Fish floating along with him. The fish had attached itself to a boat and took him to the dock where he had once started. The fish waited patiently, waiting to die. The professor took pity and took a scale. He asked the Fish, “I need to heal the Vallians of a strange affliction. I was told to hunt you, but I respect your strength and power, so I will not. Can you help me?” With that, the Fish looked up and spoke with a powerful baritone voice. “Take my scales, numbering them to 40, and bring the scales back to the Vallians. There they shall heal, and your burden will be lightened small one,” and the Fish waited while the professor took off the scales with reverence. After taking the 40 scales, he stood back and let the Fish flee, to live another day.

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

could i get some advice? im debating whether or not I should end it there.

[Edema Rue she/her]

9 hours ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

could i get some advice? im debating whether or not I should end it there.

I like the ending, but I think it would be cool if you added more detail throughout

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

12 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

I like the ending, but I think it would be cool if you added more detail throughout

how so?

also, idc if you dont want anymore of my Trials work, so here yall go.

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The Professor's Journal
    Day 1: Upon arriving at the giant’s camp, I was immediately struck by the militaristic organization. I wasn’t surprised, but I was struck by its efficiency. No one was lazing about, as there was always something to be done. The discipline shown by these savages is incredible. Dinner time was a marvel. They tore into their food with great gusto. I was given the smallest plate they had, albeit it was just as large as a sapling tree. The fork took two hands to use, and the portions were enormous. I was unable to continue eating, the portions were so large. Eventually, a grizzled giant with kind eyes took my plate from me. He gave my leftovers to some eager young teenage-looking giants. They had the most enormous muscles, and still towered over me, despite being a mere 8 feet tall. As I write this now, I watch two of them during a spar. They hit with incredible speed and force. It’s almost mesmerizing. This will be an interesting venture…
Professor Heart, Savage Specialist