Matsiah
01-07-2007, 08:12 PM
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I'd like to say that: Following is not the actual story. There is a fraction of the written work below; however, the idea is new and I've only worked on it for a total of one day. Anyway, tell me what you think of this story's concept.
Mundane Monday
A short story of the common Monday in the not so common community of Bradsworth.
(A little about the hippies)
Bradsworth is an unusual place. Lots of belligerent hippies occupy the area.
Peaceful hippies? No one's heard of such a thing occupying the area.
Bradsworth, being an outskert area of 'Big City' Oregon, holds hippies of differential
demeanors. Differential, when in comparison to hippies of the norm. The usual hippy
fights for the cause of Earths prosperity; these hippies are the same. They fight for
the good of this world and the next; however, they do so by means of various objectives,
rituals, and other acts of oddity. The crew of hippies (know as The Prosperous Peoples)
tend to hold beliefs that are truly ludacris. For instance: these hippies feel that
by losing aggressive tendencies, they are losing humanly characteristics; therefore, they
hold regular rituals on Mondays. These rituals are acted in hopes of preserving and
saluting a person's natural aggression. That would be one example of the crowd's beliefs.
Another being, their belief that the worlds elements should not be tampered with. They
make frequent trips of thievery, in hopes of aquiring 'unnatural' objects. These unatural
objects (such as televisions, tools, car equipment) are destroyed after being obtained.
You might as yourselves what this could possibly have to do with the earth. The hippies feel
that the man-made objects were fashioned from Earth's various substances, and should never have
been harvested. When destroying the stolen objects, they hippies pledge their alligence to Earth
by granting Earth its return of lost materials. They smash the objects into the ground - Where
the feel it has always belonged.
(Story's Objectives)
The story will portray an unusual monday for a man, whose become caught up in the not so
usual happenings of a crowd of hippy's usual happenings. They will ask him to join in on
their Earth's celebration. He had hoped on not having any occurances such as this, when
passing through Bradsworth Oregon. Terrible stories have emerged about the area.
Orlando Radshaw was driving eastbound on highway 52, leaving Big City for Bradsworth.
Orlando was only going to Bradsworth for one thing, that being, a tool. A specific tool,
in fact, this tool heald the fate of Orlando's day. If only he could lay hands upon the
tool that seemed so hard to reach; the closest place being Bradsworth. He regretted
having to drive all the way, because the cost of gas alone dug holes through his wallets.
Not only did he hate losing money, he hated even considering entering Bradsworth; a community
that was known for it's grotesque beliefs and it's egregious rituals. There rituals were,
matter of fact, quite bloody. Though fatalities from the rituals are free from frequency,
they tend to bless the time that it happens. It is said that their beliefs hold many
blessings to the planet. Perhaps, their hippies. Of course they are, I'm the narrator,
arent I? Haha. Basically, they struck each other, in hopes of maintaining their natural
insticts, such as: Aggression, Sadness, Morning, Lust, and so on. Thats not the worst of it.
They steel; for reasons truly unknow, though it is believed that the tribe steals materialistic
objects such as: televisions, bicycles, chairs, and so on, hoping to give back to the Earth.
You might wonder how they gave to the earth? Well, they seemed to believe smashing the objects
into the ground was returning the stolen materials to where they rightfully belonged, and
should negver have left, the Earth.
The fist fights of course stood out most of all in the newspapers. They were frequent and
reporters were always trying to get at some interviews with them. Live Feed. Viewed by
Oregon's entire northwestern region. Of course the rebel tribe declined. When shown
on television at the attempted interview, the tribal members seemed savage. There face
alone scared many, being painted red, with their long dreadlocks hanging down, and their
maddened expressions. Though their size varied, they all looked fierce. The smaller and or
thinner hippies appeared to be unusually lanky in the arms, and their bodies slumped over
a bit. It was as though the hippies had evolved from being so rugged and hanging from tree
limbs so often. The smaller ones also seemed unusually jumpy; as though they were full of
rage. They also seemed superior to the big men; as though they were sages. Almost the counsel
of the rebellious outsiders. The Bigger
(Their Community known as Bradsworth: Follows) - Revise - Everything = Tences = everything
The suburban Community was small, and consisted mostly of tribemen. Some others lived within
the community, but they kept to themselves and leaved the tribals alone. The small area,
consisting of only 203 people, was just outside of Big City, Oregon, It's houses were once
nice, though shuddered wildy in the winds now, and often dispersed shingles. All around
were big trees, that were stocky based and poofy topped. Seemingly soft trees. They surrounded
the entire establishment that is Bradsworth.
The hippies tended to gather in the forest's glades, when performing the most savage of
rituals. You see, When the hippies perform their praising ritual of aggression, the hippies
devide (usually into quarters) and barehandedly fight. Simply to maintain the natural
instict that is aggression; which their 'Mother' earth has given them. By doing their various
rituals, they maintain their natural insticts while still praising Earth. They say that
their every action is pursuing the better of their Earth. And that always struck me as odd,
how they always seemed reffering to the planet by "Our Earth." Sure, you would think it means
both my earth and yours; however, the tone in which they said it, indicated that they feel
the Earth is theirs. It might also explain there 'borrowing' of random items across town.
I'm talking about sporadic thievery across areas of Big Town within one night. And think,
if they reffer to the Earth as 'Our Earth' or 'Mother', perhaps that means they think
all things are their things. This band of bandits really neaded a check of rank.
Orlando was traveling right for them, however, and he pleasantly thought of himself in a
tropical setting like California, to take his mind off the community he was entering.
He utterly dreaded it. It was the only misfortune that could take his mind of what he
might achieve in the day, if only he can lay his hands on the tool he needed.
vulger expressions drifted from the faces of the tribals, and into the mind of the outsiders.
The outsiders considered these expressions for a moment, and then decided on dismissing it
rather than taking offense to them.
Fathom anything from extraordinary to unimaginable!
I'd like to say that: Following is not the actual story. There is a fraction of the written work below; however, the idea is new and I've only worked on it for a total of one day. Anyway, tell me what you think of this story's concept.
Mundane Monday
A short story of the common Monday in the not so common community of Bradsworth.
(A little about the hippies)
Bradsworth is an unusual place. Lots of belligerent hippies occupy the area.
Peaceful hippies? No one's heard of such a thing occupying the area.
Bradsworth, being an outskert area of 'Big City' Oregon, holds hippies of differential
demeanors. Differential, when in comparison to hippies of the norm. The usual hippy
fights for the cause of Earths prosperity; these hippies are the same. They fight for
the good of this world and the next; however, they do so by means of various objectives,
rituals, and other acts of oddity. The crew of hippies (know as The Prosperous Peoples)
tend to hold beliefs that are truly ludacris. For instance: these hippies feel that
by losing aggressive tendencies, they are losing humanly characteristics; therefore, they
hold regular rituals on Mondays. These rituals are acted in hopes of preserving and
saluting a person's natural aggression. That would be one example of the crowd's beliefs.
Another being, their belief that the worlds elements should not be tampered with. They
make frequent trips of thievery, in hopes of aquiring 'unnatural' objects. These unatural
objects (such as televisions, tools, car equipment) are destroyed after being obtained.
You might as yourselves what this could possibly have to do with the earth. The hippies feel
that the man-made objects were fashioned from Earth's various substances, and should never have
been harvested. When destroying the stolen objects, they hippies pledge their alligence to Earth
by granting Earth its return of lost materials. They smash the objects into the ground - Where
the feel it has always belonged.
(Story's Objectives)
The story will portray an unusual monday for a man, whose become caught up in the not so
usual happenings of a crowd of hippy's usual happenings. They will ask him to join in on
their Earth's celebration. He had hoped on not having any occurances such as this, when
passing through Bradsworth Oregon. Terrible stories have emerged about the area.
Orlando Radshaw was driving eastbound on highway 52, leaving Big City for Bradsworth.
Orlando was only going to Bradsworth for one thing, that being, a tool. A specific tool,
in fact, this tool heald the fate of Orlando's day. If only he could lay hands upon the
tool that seemed so hard to reach; the closest place being Bradsworth. He regretted
having to drive all the way, because the cost of gas alone dug holes through his wallets.
Not only did he hate losing money, he hated even considering entering Bradsworth; a community
that was known for it's grotesque beliefs and it's egregious rituals. There rituals were,
matter of fact, quite bloody. Though fatalities from the rituals are free from frequency,
they tend to bless the time that it happens. It is said that their beliefs hold many
blessings to the planet. Perhaps, their hippies. Of course they are, I'm the narrator,
arent I? Haha. Basically, they struck each other, in hopes of maintaining their natural
insticts, such as: Aggression, Sadness, Morning, Lust, and so on. Thats not the worst of it.
They steel; for reasons truly unknow, though it is believed that the tribe steals materialistic
objects such as: televisions, bicycles, chairs, and so on, hoping to give back to the Earth.
You might wonder how they gave to the earth? Well, they seemed to believe smashing the objects
into the ground was returning the stolen materials to where they rightfully belonged, and
should negver have left, the Earth.
The fist fights of course stood out most of all in the newspapers. They were frequent and
reporters were always trying to get at some interviews with them. Live Feed. Viewed by
Oregon's entire northwestern region. Of course the rebel tribe declined. When shown
on television at the attempted interview, the tribal members seemed savage. There face
alone scared many, being painted red, with their long dreadlocks hanging down, and their
maddened expressions. Though their size varied, they all looked fierce. The smaller and or
thinner hippies appeared to be unusually lanky in the arms, and their bodies slumped over
a bit. It was as though the hippies had evolved from being so rugged and hanging from tree
limbs so often. The smaller ones also seemed unusually jumpy; as though they were full of
rage. They also seemed superior to the big men; as though they were sages. Almost the counsel
of the rebellious outsiders. The Bigger
(Their Community known as Bradsworth: Follows) - Revise - Everything = Tences = everything
The suburban Community was small, and consisted mostly of tribemen. Some others lived within
the community, but they kept to themselves and leaved the tribals alone. The small area,
consisting of only 203 people, was just outside of Big City, Oregon, It's houses were once
nice, though shuddered wildy in the winds now, and often dispersed shingles. All around
were big trees, that were stocky based and poofy topped. Seemingly soft trees. They surrounded
the entire establishment that is Bradsworth.
The hippies tended to gather in the forest's glades, when performing the most savage of
rituals. You see, When the hippies perform their praising ritual of aggression, the hippies
devide (usually into quarters) and barehandedly fight. Simply to maintain the natural
instict that is aggression; which their 'Mother' earth has given them. By doing their various
rituals, they maintain their natural insticts while still praising Earth. They say that
their every action is pursuing the better of their Earth. And that always struck me as odd,
how they always seemed reffering to the planet by "Our Earth." Sure, you would think it means
both my earth and yours; however, the tone in which they said it, indicated that they feel
the Earth is theirs. It might also explain there 'borrowing' of random items across town.
I'm talking about sporadic thievery across areas of Big Town within one night. And think,
if they reffer to the Earth as 'Our Earth' or 'Mother', perhaps that means they think
all things are their things. This band of bandits really neaded a check of rank.
Orlando was traveling right for them, however, and he pleasantly thought of himself in a
tropical setting like California, to take his mind off the community he was entering.
He utterly dreaded it. It was the only misfortune that could take his mind of what he
might achieve in the day, if only he can lay his hands on the tool he needed.
vulger expressions drifted from the faces of the tribals, and into the mind of the outsiders.
The outsiders considered these expressions for a moment, and then decided on dismissing it
rather than taking offense to them.
Fathom anything from extraordinary to unimaginable!