ITT we write a story for the week based the thread's prompt. The story can be any format: Greentext, First-person POV, in omniscient third person perspective, or whatever else your mind can come up with. The only two rules are: It has to be at least 1000 words long and it has to be it has to adhere to the prompt of the week.
I might end up being the only one engaging in my own thread(s) so I will just decide the prompt for each week. However, if you want to decide next week, just holler. I would love to make this thread something that /mlpol/ could share.
Ideas to make creating engaging prompts easier(reminder for myself and others):
>Add mystery boxes. (Distinct and defined objects that leave room to be filled with imagination.) (Example:Twilight finds a book called, "Book of Doom.")
>Set a tone or theme. (Examples: Shitposty or dealing with lose.)
>Give us a character to work with. (Example: story is a about AppleJack.)
>Mash two ideas together and see the result of it. (Example: Hitler + Equestria = The final solution to the griffin problem.)
>Explore and/or build on an idea. (Examples: How will Twilight feel in a hundred years when her friends are dead? To what extent to pegasi control the weather?)
>It can also be as easy as, write a story inspired by this, song, image, story, etc.
Also, there's no limit to what your prompt can be for these threads. Just know that there is also no limit to the shade people will cast upon you for your tastes. ^^
Prompt: Daring Doos in The Wildernes
Description: Daring Doo is being pursued on the open road, or in the wilderness. She's carrying something. Will she make it took Equestria?
/mlpol/ - My Little Politics
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>>379048
Two spears whistle just over her hat. Boom. Poom! The bark on the tree the two lunged into erupted upon impact.
The greenish milk-chocolate brown pegasus mare running, turned her head towards her pursuers.
"Ooga! Booga!" they shouted and then they hollered like buffaloes. They were all the same. "Gibs Money. Pony, money!"
In her saddlebag she had the jewelry of the ancient pony[] pharaoh, Plot Whipper. She held the record for clocking in the most work hours for zebras a day --They worked a whole eight hours per day during her reign.
"Dat bling bling iz mah shit, pony foo! We wuz kangz and sheeit," one of the mask-wearing zebras said before he ran into tree.
She would normally just take off with her wings, sadly there were three problems to that. First, the jungle was thick with vegetation, making traveling through it akin to navigating a web-work of tunnels. Secondly,her saddlebag lay over her wings making it impossible to extend them before taking them off. Thirdly, even if her wings were free the jewelry subsisted mostly of gold, and gemstones and would weigh her down too much to take flight.
She caught glance back and see an incoming spread on target. In one nano-second, she felt despair that she be hit and soon the [i]pony regalia, that belonged in museum, would adore some lion gap wearing zigga chieftain living in the rundown jungle city of Chicago. In the next, her hind legs kicked off and she flipped forward in the air as the spear sailed passed her where her plot just been. In her mind, she thank Faust. She fell onto her back and slide over the earth like plow.
She immediately got up with a start. She glanced back at the now, only seconds away from her, horde. The spear-chuggas readied another round. Daring Doo's eyes narrowed in determination.
She sprinted off towards a nearby larger tree, going off the path and having to climb over large roots and high grass on her way. As she closed in, she turned her head fully one-hundred-eighty degrees to watch chuggas. She slowed down as she saw she was a bit early, and it was good she did this or her next manuver might have failed.
They flung their spears and Daring Doo rounded the tree with the thick trunk. Tth. Tth. Tth. Tthururur! The sound she heard when the spears turned the tree trunk into porcupine was akin to woodpecker hitting a tree near a megaphone before it found a drill.
The brown pegasi adventurer, appropriately named Daring Doo, considered zigzagging the next volley of spears but when she check on her pursuers, she decided against it. She had gained distance with that last move. She decided to book it.
She managed to lose them in the greens and vines. For now.
---
The obvious inspiration: https://archive.org/details/daring-do-and-the-jungle-of-terror/page/n3/mode/2up
Two spears whistle just over her hat. Boom. Poom! The bark on the tree the two lunged into erupted upon impact.
The greenish milk-chocolate brown pegasus mare running, turned her head towards her pursuers.
"Ooga! Booga!" they shouted and then they hollered like buffaloes. They were all the same. "Gibs Money. Pony, money!"
In her saddlebag she had the jewelry of the ancient pony[] pharaoh, Plot Whipper. She held the record for clocking in the most work hours for zebras a day --They worked a whole eight hours per day during her reign.
"Dat bling bling iz mah shit, pony foo! We wuz kangz and sheeit," one of the mask-wearing zebras said before he ran into tree.
She would normally just take off with her wings, sadly there were three problems to that. First, the jungle was thick with vegetation, making traveling through it akin to navigating a web-work of tunnels. Secondly,her saddlebag lay over her wings making it impossible to extend them before taking them off. Thirdly, even if her wings were free the jewelry subsisted mostly of gold, and gemstones and would weigh her down too much to take flight.
She caught glance back and see an incoming spread on target. In one nano-second, she felt despair that she be hit and soon the [i]pony regalia, that belonged in museum, would adore some lion gap wearing zigga chieftain living in the rundown jungle city of Chicago. In the next, her hind legs kicked off and she flipped forward in the air as the spear sailed passed her where her plot just been. In her mind, she thank Faust. She fell onto her back and slide over the earth like plow.
She immediately got up with a start. She glanced back at the now, only seconds away from her, horde. The spear-chuggas readied another round. Daring Doo's eyes narrowed in determination.
She sprinted off towards a nearby larger tree, going off the path and having to climb over large roots and high grass on her way. As she closed in, she turned her head fully one-hundred-eighty degrees to watch chuggas. She slowed down as she saw she was a bit early, and it was good she did this or her next manuver might have failed.
They flung their spears and Daring Doo rounded the tree with the thick trunk. Tth. Tth. Tth. Tthururur! The sound she heard when the spears turned the tree trunk into porcupine was akin to woodpecker hitting a tree near a megaphone before it found a drill.
The brown pegasi adventurer, appropriately named Daring Doo, considered zigzagging the next volley of spears but when she check on her pursuers, she decided against it. She had gained distance with that last move. She decided to book it.
She managed to lose them in the greens and vines. For now.
---
The obvious inspiration: https://archive.org/details/daring-do-and-the-jungle-of-terror/page/n3/mode/2up
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>>379049
Food and water wasn't a problem in the jungle for a tiny horse. And Daring Doo was a tiny cute horse. There was plenty water to be found in small rivers everywhere and even the air was moist, however, Daring Doo could do without that. The heat was killing her, well, not really. It did make her pant in her wetness. Her eyes going all cross-eyed as she constantly had to hydrate to stay focused. Her tongue flopping out to catch the water in the air, and only for that reason.
She bent down and eat a green plant, that seemed non-poisonous and also had no colorful frogs sitting on it. She eat while she could. Princess Celestia clearly didn't know about her predicament or she'd never lower the sun while she was in this pinch. Before the darkness was upon her, she wanted to eat so she didn't accidentally eat something, or someone, poisonous.
She had built a small shelter with branches, logs, and giant fan-like leaves. The shelter was built next to the trunk of a tree to support it.
After she lost her pursuers she had kept running for what felt like miles but probably was much less.
Darkness fell on her and she crawled into her shelter and blocked the "entrance" with another branch. There, in the blackness, she could hear the croaking of pony colored frogs. The rustling of leaves from the tree crowns high above as the wind could only reach so far. Some type of birds chirped from time to time.
She felt herself calming down. It wasn't even close to her first time spending her night in the wilderness, not even in the jungle of Doom. She stretched out her limbs and sighed contently. She felt herself drift off.
Grrr. Oooh. Krrr. Hiss. Ahrrr.
Daring startled awake. After her many years of experiences she could recognize the sounds of some of the bigger predators in the world. The growl of a tiger, the diaphragm pumped moan of a moose, and the hissing hiss of a snake, coming from no other creature than the moosed chimera. The apex predator of the jungle?
She held her breath as she heard the creature sniffing for her.
She could hear a snake tail slither behind two clopping hooves coming towards her in the dark. The sound of twigs cracking under hooking-claws. A growl like thunder hit hear ears as she could feel the abomination's breath on face. She lay so still you'd think it was a cockatrice and that she'd seen it's eyes. Her eyes remind close, however, as the very sound of the growl washed over her.
Was this where she died?
But then.
"Ooga booga, where's da pony mare at?" Something hollered, followed by a bunch of other zigga expletives, and bunch of grunting like, "Yeah," and "Ahh."
Light cut through the darkness. It seemed that at least a portion of the horde of the striped assesGettit gettit? Ass as in Donkey. Hehe. hunting her, had found her? Well, they were here and they carried torches. Did they unlock that on the tech tree? ^^
She could feel the tiger head's breath on her face still but now, with the aid of light she could see the chimera's snake-head and moose-head peering back at the newly arrived group.
It seemed the tiger part of the chimera was out voted as the other heads salivated over the group of zebras. It roared, silencing the whole jungle with the exception of the winding wind in the tree tops.
There was a pause, then she heard.
"Ahhh, sheeeeeeit," some zigga said. "Is it just because I'm striped?"
The chimera pounced on him, tearing into his flesh as screamed like bitch-ass zigga. Cuck. I would have taken having my flesh stripped of my torso like man.
Daring Doo took this opportunity to flee.
---
A few days later, Daring Doo left the jungle and got to harbor city of Jagged Bay. From there she traveled with airship all the way to Canterlot. Even some more days later, she retailed the story to journalist firing off camera-flashes like they were a firing squad at her, as she stood on a podium. Flanked on her sides, stood the museum chief executive officer pony and Princess Celestia. Behind her on the wall, protected by a cage of glass, hung the full set of Pharaoh Plot Whipper's regalia.
Food and water wasn't a problem in the jungle for a tiny horse. And Daring Doo was a tiny cute horse. There was plenty water to be found in small rivers everywhere and even the air was moist, however, Daring Doo could do without that. The heat was killing her, well, not really. It did make her pant in her wetness. Her eyes going all cross-eyed as she constantly had to hydrate to stay focused. Her tongue flopping out to catch the water in the air, and only for that reason.
She bent down and eat a green plant, that seemed non-poisonous and also had no colorful frogs sitting on it. She eat while she could. Princess Celestia clearly didn't know about her predicament or she'd never lower the sun while she was in this pinch. Before the darkness was upon her, she wanted to eat so she didn't accidentally eat something, or someone, poisonous.
She had built a small shelter with branches, logs, and giant fan-like leaves. The shelter was built next to the trunk of a tree to support it.
After she lost her pursuers she had kept running for what felt like miles but probably was much less.
Darkness fell on her and she crawled into her shelter and blocked the "entrance" with another branch. There, in the blackness, she could hear the croaking of pony colored frogs. The rustling of leaves from the tree crowns high above as the wind could only reach so far. Some type of birds chirped from time to time.
She felt herself calming down. It wasn't even close to her first time spending her night in the wilderness, not even in the jungle of Doom. She stretched out her limbs and sighed contently. She felt herself drift off.
Grrr. Oooh. Krrr. Hiss. Ahrrr.
Daring startled awake. After her many years of experiences she could recognize the sounds of some of the bigger predators in the world. The growl of a tiger, the diaphragm pumped moan of a moose, and the hissing hiss of a snake, coming from no other creature than the moosed chimera. The apex predator of the jungle?
She held her breath as she heard the creature sniffing for her.
She could hear a snake tail slither behind two clopping hooves coming towards her in the dark. The sound of twigs cracking under hooking-claws. A growl like thunder hit hear ears as she could feel the abomination's breath on face. She lay so still you'd think it was a cockatrice and that she'd seen it's eyes. Her eyes remind close, however, as the very sound of the growl washed over her.
Was this where she died?
But then.
"Ooga booga, where's da pony mare at?" Something hollered, followed by a bunch of other zigga expletives, and bunch of grunting like, "Yeah," and "Ahh."
Light cut through the darkness. It seemed that at least a portion of the horde of the striped assesGettit gettit? Ass as in Donkey. Hehe. hunting her, had found her? Well, they were here and they carried torches. Did they unlock that on the tech tree? ^^
She could feel the tiger head's breath on her face still but now, with the aid of light she could see the chimera's snake-head and moose-head peering back at the newly arrived group.
It seemed the tiger part of the chimera was out voted as the other heads salivated over the group of zebras. It roared, silencing the whole jungle with the exception of the winding wind in the tree tops.
There was a pause, then she heard.
"Ahhh, sheeeeeeit," some zigga said. "Is it just because I'm striped?"
The chimera pounced on him, tearing into his flesh as screamed like bitch-ass zigga. Cuck. I would have taken having my flesh stripped of my torso like man.
Daring Doo took this opportunity to flee.
---
A few days later, Daring Doo left the jungle and got to harbor city of Jagged Bay. From there she traveled with airship all the way to Canterlot. Even some more days later, she retailed the story to journalist firing off camera-flashes like they were a firing squad at her, as she stood on a podium. Flanked on her sides, stood the museum chief executive officer pony and Princess Celestia. Behind her on the wall, protected by a cage of glass, hung the full set of Pharaoh Plot Whipper's regalia.
>>379053
^^
^^
It wasnt until u showed up
@379053
Not as embarrassing as you still drawing breath.
Not as embarrassing as you still drawing breath.