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Inspired by Poetigress Thursday Prompt, http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/287888/
This week the prompt is an image found here, http://data.furaffinity.net/art/jc/......jc_wolf24.jpg
Please go there first before reading on, it may prevent serious damage to your mental faculties and my reputation. Okay, mostly just my reputation, but check it out.
Sorry for the delay, now on to the story…
A Tree, A Squirrel and A Canine Walk Out of A Bar
No. That old joke sucks. Not going there.
They just stayed there looking at each other. Their faces blank of expression with the tiny exception of a slight smile of the canine’s face…
The narrator takes a deep breath and tries again.
The wolf’s ear is turned as though listening to something out of our sight…
Still nothing. No action. No dialog. Not even a slight tail twitch. Just the blank stares of the two characters.
The details around them became clearer. The faint green of the grass. The background suggesting fog or a light morning mist slowly burning off in the warm light of a new dawn.
The observant narrator thought it odd the squirrel in the tree wasn’t actually looking in to the eyes of what one would assume a wolf. Did that suggest an idea?
No, still nothing. And worse yet I’ve lost the original train of thought. No not I, stupid, its narrator in this piece. A smack to the forehead can clearly be heard.
When would they do something? Anything. The narrator clawed and scratched at the image with his mind for inspiration.
The texture of the wolf’s (yes, we’ll call him that for now as well as assigning the attributes of a male, subject to change in future drafts) fur suggested a light wind may be blowing. Anything come from that?
Again no. The mental teeth of the narrator dragged along the surface of the image unable to close and lock the jaws of his mind on an idea.
The leafless tree had no hole indicating a home of the squirrel. When did we decide that was a squirrel? It could be a chipmunk or other kind of tree rat. Wait, lets not get derogatory with our own characters just yet, they may cooperate with us if we’re patient. Just wait for it…
Oh, do something already! The narrator screamed wildly in his own desperate mind, eager to make and create something out of the image.
Nothing. Stupid characters. Wait, is the dog smiling a bit more? Is he mocking me now? If he is his demotion to the status of dog is properly justified. How would he like it if he were suddenly a female? Huh, mister smarty chops?
Okay, let’s try to start again.
A canine staring up in a tree and a squirrel looks down at him. Or her. The tree looks dead and leans heavily to one side…
Oh please, something, anything…
A defeated sigh escapes from the narrator. I’ll try again in the morning. Maybe nothing’s coming because I’m tired.
Later….
This week the prompt is an image found here, http://data.furaffinity.net/art/jc/......jc_wolf24.jpg
Please go there first before reading on, it may prevent serious damage to your mental faculties and my reputation. Okay, mostly just my reputation, but check it out.
Sorry for the delay, now on to the story…
A Tree, A Squirrel and A Canine Walk Out of A Bar
No. That old joke sucks. Not going there.
They just stayed there looking at each other. Their faces blank of expression with the tiny exception of a slight smile of the canine’s face…
The narrator takes a deep breath and tries again.
The wolf’s ear is turned as though listening to something out of our sight…
Still nothing. No action. No dialog. Not even a slight tail twitch. Just the blank stares of the two characters.
The details around them became clearer. The faint green of the grass. The background suggesting fog or a light morning mist slowly burning off in the warm light of a new dawn.
The observant narrator thought it odd the squirrel in the tree wasn’t actually looking in to the eyes of what one would assume a wolf. Did that suggest an idea?
No, still nothing. And worse yet I’ve lost the original train of thought. No not I, stupid, its narrator in this piece. A smack to the forehead can clearly be heard.
When would they do something? Anything. The narrator clawed and scratched at the image with his mind for inspiration.
The texture of the wolf’s (yes, we’ll call him that for now as well as assigning the attributes of a male, subject to change in future drafts) fur suggested a light wind may be blowing. Anything come from that?
Again no. The mental teeth of the narrator dragged along the surface of the image unable to close and lock the jaws of his mind on an idea.
The leafless tree had no hole indicating a home of the squirrel. When did we decide that was a squirrel? It could be a chipmunk or other kind of tree rat. Wait, lets not get derogatory with our own characters just yet, they may cooperate with us if we’re patient. Just wait for it…
Oh, do something already! The narrator screamed wildly in his own desperate mind, eager to make and create something out of the image.
Nothing. Stupid characters. Wait, is the dog smiling a bit more? Is he mocking me now? If he is his demotion to the status of dog is properly justified. How would he like it if he were suddenly a female? Huh, mister smarty chops?
Okay, let’s try to start again.
A canine staring up in a tree and a squirrel looks down at him. Or her. The tree looks dead and leans heavily to one side…
Oh please, something, anything…
A defeated sigh escapes from the narrator. I’ll try again in the morning. Maybe nothing’s coming because I’m tired.
Later….
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But I can see nearly all the way in there through your ear, to say nothing of how noisy the gears are as they turn.
Honestly though I had a bit of a problem on this one for a while. Maybe it had to do with my style of writing so visually and having to come up with something from a picture. That’s about the opposite of my process. I usually start from the concept and let the word pictures flow and expand from there. I was stumped until the thought came of actually putting down how difficult it was for me and twenty minutes later it was done and posted. Quite the fun way to break through that terrible block.
Honestly though I had a bit of a problem on this one for a while. Maybe it had to do with my style of writing so visually and having to come up with something from a picture. That’s about the opposite of my process. I usually start from the concept and let the word pictures flow and expand from there. I was stumped until the thought came of actually putting down how difficult it was for me and twenty minutes later it was done and posted. Quite the fun way to break through that terrible block.
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