Story ideas for further consideration.
1. Esbar, Man of Principle
"They had had some rough years because of his convictions. (Or that's how he called them; Annette had other names for them that she did not like to use.) He had published a book called 'Racism - The Victimless Crime', which had caused lots of uproar. Sometimes still they had tomatoes thrown at them in public, but Annette had decided to take the artsy-crafty approach. She always carried a basket with her, which she could take the tomatoes in. At home, she would make great homemade ketchup. They ate pizza, fries with ketchup, and whatever else you can eat ketchup with, a LOT. 'When life throws tomatoes at you, make ketchup,' said Annette happily.
Esbar was less happy. 'Why doesn't anyone understand me?' he wept. 'Feminists, anti-racists, homo-defenders.. they're all the same! They think THEY are being oppressed, what about this? No one's throwing tomatoes at the ho..matoes,' he chuckled and wrote this homily down, so he could use it in his next book, tentatively titled 'Homophobia or Common Sense?' or perhaps 'Homo, What's Your Problomo?' He wasn't sure which was better. Annette was often non-committal and stuck to taking care of their children instead of helping him formulate great ideas. In the olden days, he would have been lauded as a great thinker and philosopher; he found lots of similarities between himself and Socrates, Aristotle, etc. But all he got from today's world was scorn. It was only sometimes, in a group of like-minded white men, that he felt the sense of belonging. Belonging to a right-wing gun club, to be exact."
2. Poor sweet Bogart.
"Bogart was born in a time in my life when I was troubled," his mother explained, taking him by the hand. Bogart had trouble with eye-hand coordination, not to mention his hand-penis coordination, which was downright horrific. "He has no father to teach him," his mother Wictoria said sadly. "I wish I could show him but what does a woman know of penis-handling?"
My mind is screaming NOOO WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, so I'd best stop this one.
3. PAIN.
Esmeralda felt pain. She felt it in her stomach (lower stomach to be exact). She felt it going down her legs like her skin was turning into goosebumps under her very..feeling sense. She felt it in her butt - her asshole, to be blunt. Most of all, she felt it in her pulsating, moist, painy, lumpy VULVA
WTF IS WRONG WITH ME IS THIS FEMINIST CONCEPT ART OR CRAP
4. Stories form my own life.
She played Subeta. First, she sold things in her shop. Then, she repriced her shop. Then, she took the money and bought a magical keepsake box. She opened it for Prisstina. Prisstina's theme was "spiky and soft", so she put an angelic pink pillow into Prisstina's treasure. She was annoyed that the keepsake box only had 1 space. She was angry. She felt her life fleeing away from her just like James' chest hairs might if you clipped them off one by one...
But then she realized that Wizard was the weekend special guest and that meant 50 point wizard tokens and was happy again. She collected tokens zzzzzz.
5. Stories from someone else's life.
James Callis sighed. He was sad. He had counted on reading the fans' thoughts, but where could he find any now that SOPA, PIPA and even ACTA were on? He googled himself gloomily, finding nothing but the most boring accounts of his life and work. Where was the juicy stuff? Where were the sex fantasies and fat fetishes? Suddenly he realized - there was a new link! "James C.: The Man, the Chest and Abdominal Area. Not Naming Names." On a FINNISH SERVER. Could it be - yes! it was! He gorged on her sweet, nourishing words like a tiger after the first storm of monsoon. His life was whole again ATTENTION! THIS STORY HAS BEEN TRUNCATED AND WILL BE TAKEN DOWN BY THE COPYRIGHT PEOPLE. JAMES CALLIS' ABDOMINAL AREA IS PROTECTED UNDER POTBA*. IT IS NOT TO BE MENTIONED FOR NO REASON AGAIN OR THIS BLOG IS GOING DOWN. TAKE NOTE.
*POTBelly Act.
"They had had some rough years because of his convictions. (Or that's how he called them; Annette had other names for them that she did not like to use.) He had published a book called 'Racism - The Victimless Crime', which had caused lots of uproar. Sometimes still they had tomatoes thrown at them in public, but Annette had decided to take the artsy-crafty approach. She always carried a basket with her, which she could take the tomatoes in. At home, she would make great homemade ketchup. They ate pizza, fries with ketchup, and whatever else you can eat ketchup with, a LOT. 'When life throws tomatoes at you, make ketchup,' said Annette happily.
Esbar was less happy. 'Why doesn't anyone understand me?' he wept. 'Feminists, anti-racists, homo-defenders.. they're all the same! They think THEY are being oppressed, what about this? No one's throwing tomatoes at the ho..matoes,' he chuckled and wrote this homily down, so he could use it in his next book, tentatively titled 'Homophobia or Common Sense?' or perhaps 'Homo, What's Your Problomo?' He wasn't sure which was better. Annette was often non-committal and stuck to taking care of their children instead of helping him formulate great ideas. In the olden days, he would have been lauded as a great thinker and philosopher; he found lots of similarities between himself and Socrates, Aristotle, etc. But all he got from today's world was scorn. It was only sometimes, in a group of like-minded white men, that he felt the sense of belonging. Belonging to a right-wing gun club, to be exact."
2. Poor sweet Bogart.
"Bogart was born in a time in my life when I was troubled," his mother explained, taking him by the hand. Bogart had trouble with eye-hand coordination, not to mention his hand-penis coordination, which was downright horrific. "He has no father to teach him," his mother Wictoria said sadly. "I wish I could show him but what does a woman know of penis-handling?"
My mind is screaming NOOO WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, so I'd best stop this one.
3. PAIN.
Esmeralda felt pain. She felt it in her stomach (lower stomach to be exact). She felt it going down her legs like her skin was turning into goosebumps under her very..feeling sense. She felt it in her butt - her asshole, to be blunt. Most of all, she felt it in her pulsating, moist, painy, lumpy VULVA
WTF IS WRONG WITH ME IS THIS FEMINIST CONCEPT ART OR CRAP
4. Stories form my own life.
She played Subeta. First, she sold things in her shop. Then, she repriced her shop. Then, she took the money and bought a magical keepsake box. She opened it for Prisstina. Prisstina's theme was "spiky and soft", so she put an angelic pink pillow into Prisstina's treasure. She was annoyed that the keepsake box only had 1 space. She was angry. She felt her life fleeing away from her just like James' chest hairs might if you clipped them off one by one...
But then she realized that Wizard was the weekend special guest and that meant 50 point wizard tokens and was happy again. She collected tokens zzzzzz.
5. Stories from someone else's life.
James Callis sighed. He was sad. He had counted on reading the fans' thoughts, but where could he find any now that SOPA, PIPA and even ACTA were on? He googled himself gloomily, finding nothing but the most boring accounts of his life and work. Where was the juicy stuff? Where were the sex fantasies and fat fetishes? Suddenly he realized - there was a new link! "James C.: The Man, the Chest and Abdominal Area. Not Naming Names." On a FINNISH SERVER. Could it be - yes! it was! He gorged on her sweet, nourishing words like a tiger after the first storm of monsoon. His life was whole again ATTENTION! THIS STORY HAS BEEN TRUNCATED AND WILL BE TAKEN DOWN BY THE COPYRIGHT PEOPLE. JAMES CALLIS' ABDOMINAL AREA IS PROTECTED UNDER POTBA*. IT IS NOT TO BE MENTIONED FOR NO REASON AGAIN OR THIS BLOG IS GOING DOWN. TAKE NOTE.
*POTBelly Act.