sometimes the songs come calling

[selidor]

This is too much fun to pass up. As per papersky, rushthatspeaksand others:

Tell me about a story I haven’t written, and I’ll give you one sentence from that story.

Which might become a line from a poem. Or more than one line.

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[selidor]

He came to the shore of the wave-mantled city and paused; all the pigeons had given him contrary directions, and the great ode written in the sand spoke only of the glorious whiteness of the high walls now to his back.
Offshore, the orcas began to laugh.

[selidor]

After you said that, and tossing it around in my head for a few days, the protagonist's voice arrived; so it will be written. (The city is a real place; this will be alt!ActualCity). Right now, he looks after seahorses for a living.
Thank you.

[ashlyme]

The one about where kites go in the winter.

[ashlyme]

... and I like that icon.

[selidor]

All kites quest to break their strings, to go to the land beyond the wind; but few reach those currents of drifting light and dancing energy. Instead, in winter, they rustle in paper and nylon-scraped voices, composing sonnets to the thin high blue, and the glory of the black beyond it. With every sonnet, their strings are whittled thinner.

[asakiyume]

Oh it absolutely has to be the story about the voyage of exploration on the large lakes of Titan.

[selidor]

"What do you mean, they never tried the viscosity test?"
"They never tried the viscosity test with slight frictional heating of grit-caked tholins. And noone predicted this Kraken Mare variety, either."

Behind them, the great arcs of the paddle-steamer blades slowed, paused, and stopped altogether.

[asakiyume]

This is wonderful--but now I want to read mooooore......

[selidor]

Oho! I will see what I can do ;)

[lnhammer]

The love affair between a giant robot and the superconducting ball of wax.

---L.

[selidor]

Mournfully, ve looked at the sculpted wax form. It had eyes, but no perception; limbs, but no spatial sense. Ve had tried the graceful opening steps of the Dance of Introduction to the Rulebound World. Electricity hummed in endless loops, and the wax remained motionless.

Fortunately, the nearby street had just filled with a nice line of cars, drifting up to the traffic light like autumn leaves. They would crunch pleasantly.

[three_magpies]

the pink forest and the dueling foxes?

[selidor]

When the haze of foliage-eating cleared, Kyria lay on the frosted leaves, her fur matted with blood. Erin stumbled away and half-fell, leaves clogging her brush. Now she understood: the Candyfloss Forest was a terrible, terrible place.

[three_magpies]

I am staying clear of the Candyfloss Forest!