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Brainstorming Session
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: “Write a story explaining how you write a story.”
Sure enough, it happened.
Again.
I made sure that I had plenty of time set aside, and all of my housework was done. My exercises were completed, although there was the opportunity for more walking before lunch and dinner, and the television was set to the cable service’s Golden Oldies channel. I started up my computer and brought up a blank document.
And stalled out.
Five minutes later, I was still staring at the blank screen as it mocked me. I couldn’t even think of a title.
“How about Brainstorming Session?” and I looked up to see a red panda femme of great and long familiarity sitting on my couch. Her husband, a well-built Manchurian Tiger, sat beside her with one arm stretched out across the back of the sofa. She smiled toothily. “Hi there.”
“Hello Shin, Fang,” and the tiger nodded. “Yeah, I suppose that’s good for a start, or a working title. How are the twins?”
Fang chuckled as Shin gave an exasperated snort and flipped her tail. “Lao-yu and Guofeng are a year old now,” he said, “and already causing mischief.”
Despite my mood, I smiled. “Good. A year, huh? I might write about them.” I glanced around as others started to filter in, including one figure that mirrored me exactly apart from his fur color. “Oh, it’s you,” I grumbled. “I’ve seen plenty of you the past few months.”
The black-furred canine flicked my ear with a claw as he walked past me and sat down on the floor by my chair. “You know I’ll always show up to one of these, Dork,” the Black Dog said. He glanced at the blank screen and snorted. “Stuck again, huh?”
I snapped my fingers and the symbol of my depression growled at the collar and muzzle that appeared on him. “I’m open to suggestions.”
“Could you . . . could you please not abuse someone?” Seated by the bookcase was a raccoon wearing a patch over her left eye. Next to her was a rat femme in a gray jumpsuit with a neatly cauterized hole in her head from her right temple to just in front of her left ear. She looked about ready to cry, and Halvrika had a consoling arm around her shoulders. “I – we – would not appreciate it,” the Adept said evenly.
“How ‘bout another o’ yer stories?” Caleb asked, coming in from the library arm-in-arm with Jessie Mae. At one of the seats by the breakfast bar, a red-ruffed lemur in French naval uniform with some bits of leather and brass electrical gear on his forearm and hat glanced at them and then back at me.
“Romance, maybe?” Meredith d’Estcourt asked, stepping into view from the hallway. Varan had to stoop to avoid banging her head on the overhang. Because it’s my house, my mind, my rules, she won’t smell up the place and neither will anyone else.
“I haven’t made up my mind,” I said. “Besides, I’m not done with your story yet.”
“It’s been three years,” Varan pointed out.
“G’reget,” I said.
Of course, Jack and Carl had been in the bedroom. “Porn, maybe?” Jack asked. He caught Fang’s eye and the two exchanged nods while Jessie Mae sat down beside the tiger and Caleb sat between her feet.
“He’s not in the mood for porn,” the Black Dog sneered. Jack and Carl looked surprised at that.
I glowered at him. “Quiet, or you’ll star in a snuff film.”
“Ooh, I’m so scared.” He snorted derisively. He knows that snuff’s not part of my repertoire.
I took a swallow of my ice water and thought a moment. “If I’m honest – “
“Round us, you cain’t help bein’ honest,” Caleb said. The others all nodded.
“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “So,” I said, sitting up and regarding the keyboard. “A bit of a road trip. Some wide open spaces and scenery. This pandemic’s kept everyone cooped up.”
The others all nodded. “Keeping it here on Earth, I understand?” Varan asked.
“For now. Hmm. Female character . . . a doe.”
Meredith asked, “Deer, or rabbit?”
“Deer, a whitetail. Vehicle?”
Caleb: “Jeep.”
Francois: “Convertible.”
Jack: “Older model.”
I nodded, and got up to get a refill on my ice water. Sitting back down, I said, “Whitetail doe, driving an older ragtop Jeep.” The others nodded. Even the Black Dog had shut up.
Haruko raised a paw. “Yes?” I asked. She looked a little ill-at-ease; no wonder, this was her first time here.
“It’s morning, so the sun’s at her back.”
“Ah, going west then.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Texas to California?” Shin asked.
“Maybe. I’ll call her,” and my ears flicked at the television, “Caroline.” The Black Dog twisted around and gave me an unhealthy grin, and I said, “And no earworming.”
“Oh, I am so earworming you,” he said.
“Better not,” I warned, “or I’ll drown you in My Little Pony fanfiction.”
His ears flattened. “You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”
“Oh?” I always win staring contests with him, so he backed down. I reached down and scratched him between the ears. He wasn’t too bad, really, nowhere near as bad as my Inner Bastard.
I regarded the keyboard again, flexed my fingers, and debated for a moment. How to start? I’ll sometimes throw myself into the middle of a story, and trust to Thoth to get me out of it. I knocked the Egyptian nemes headdress off the Black Dog’s head. “You’re not Thoth.”
“No, but I could pass for Anubis.” The Black Dog knows quite a bit about death and pain, but now is not the time.
Caroline had left the hotel shortly after breakfast, and now the morning sun was warm on her back as she drove the Jeep down the highway, the Tuxedo Brothers’ ‘Strident Yowling’ an undertone to the wind whistling past her ears and making a mess of her headfur.
Varan and Meredith had sat down on the floor, the vir’s tail wound around the mare’s waist.
It promised to be a hot day, and the whitetail doe was eager to get out of town and out on the open highway. I changed highway to road, and Carl made an approving sound as he snuggled up against Jack.
The Jeep was twenty years old
“That old?” Jack asked.
“Ninety-nine Wrangler two-door,” I said. I showed him the Google image.
“Ah. Cool.”
The Jeep was as old as she was, but she was a good mechanic, and the twenty-year old engine was in good condition.
“I like a self-sufficient girl,” Shin said.
I smirked. “Of course you would, Songmark graduate.” The other femmes in the room all giggled, with the exception of Halvrika. I really have to get around to untangling that Gordian Knot sometime.
“Yes, you should,” the raccoon said in a flat tone. “I would very much like being in Balance once more.”
“Describe this girl for us,” Francois suddenly said.
I thought for a moment. “Mexican whitetail, twenty, five foot five, denim shorts – “ Varan raised an eyebrow “ – denim skirt, about knee-length – “
“She going commando?” Carl asked. The cat looked delighted when I waggled my eyebrows at him.
“Green t-shirt for FDG’s US tour.”
“’FDG?’” Jessie Mae asked.
“Irish rap group,” I said. “Feck Da Gardai.” A few chuckles at that. “Citizen, of course; college student.”
“Where’s she going?” Fang asked.
“Home for her birthday,” and I wagged my tail as I scratched the fur on my belly.
Haruko asked, “Good family life?”
“Yes.”
“You’re up to something,” the Black Dog suddenly accused me.
If I were a fox instead of a German Shepherd, I’d have given him a shifty look. As it was, Francois interjected, “He is always up to something when he’s writing, salopard.” He returned the Black Dog’s growl with an impassive look.
“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty,” I said in the drabbest monotone I could, and the others all laughed. “Now, Caroline is studying to be a nurse – “
“Very practical,” Varan said.
“ – But she’s going home for a ritual,” I said, and twelve sets of ears perked.
“A ritual?” Halvrika asked.
“He’s up to something,” the Black Dog said.
Meredith and Varan listened, alert.
Francois had snagged a bottle of rum from the bar, and he, Shin and Fang were sharing it.
“Well,” I said, “I was thinking mother-daughter incest. I haven’t written that before.” I flexed my fingers and returned to the laptop as several of the furs in the room cheered.
“Hah! I knew it!” Carl exulted, and he jabbed a finger at the Black Dog. “YOU said he wasn’t in the mood for porn!”
The Canine of Depression (no relation to the Grackle of Weltschmerz) started to get to his feet, but stopped when I held up a paw. “What? If you’re in the mood for porn, you don’t need me around here anymore.”
“Uh-uh,” I said, “you’re not going anywhere.” Suddenly there was a leash on his collar and I snapped my fingers.
Two ewes stepped in from the bedroom. The identical twins waved and grinned at the rest of the group, and I gave Jane the leash as the Black Dog’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “Have fun with him, girls.”
“Thanks,” Janice said. “C’mon! Walkies!”
“Mommy,” the Black Dog whimpered as he was dragged out, to general approbation.
“Now,” I said, “where was I . . . “
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: “Write a story explaining how you write a story.”
Sure enough, it happened.
Again.
I made sure that I had plenty of time set aside, and all of my housework was done. My exercises were completed, although there was the opportunity for more walking before lunch and dinner, and the television was set to the cable service’s Golden Oldies channel. I started up my computer and brought up a blank document.
And stalled out.
Five minutes later, I was still staring at the blank screen as it mocked me. I couldn’t even think of a title.
“How about Brainstorming Session?” and I looked up to see a red panda femme of great and long familiarity sitting on my couch. Her husband, a well-built Manchurian Tiger, sat beside her with one arm stretched out across the back of the sofa. She smiled toothily. “Hi there.”
“Hello Shin, Fang,” and the tiger nodded. “Yeah, I suppose that’s good for a start, or a working title. How are the twins?”
Fang chuckled as Shin gave an exasperated snort and flipped her tail. “Lao-yu and Guofeng are a year old now,” he said, “and already causing mischief.”
Despite my mood, I smiled. “Good. A year, huh? I might write about them.” I glanced around as others started to filter in, including one figure that mirrored me exactly apart from his fur color. “Oh, it’s you,” I grumbled. “I’ve seen plenty of you the past few months.”
The black-furred canine flicked my ear with a claw as he walked past me and sat down on the floor by my chair. “You know I’ll always show up to one of these, Dork,” the Black Dog said. He glanced at the blank screen and snorted. “Stuck again, huh?”
I snapped my fingers and the symbol of my depression growled at the collar and muzzle that appeared on him. “I’m open to suggestions.”
“Could you . . . could you please not abuse someone?” Seated by the bookcase was a raccoon wearing a patch over her left eye. Next to her was a rat femme in a gray jumpsuit with a neatly cauterized hole in her head from her right temple to just in front of her left ear. She looked about ready to cry, and Halvrika had a consoling arm around her shoulders. “I – we – would not appreciate it,” the Adept said evenly.
“How ‘bout another o’ yer stories?” Caleb asked, coming in from the library arm-in-arm with Jessie Mae. At one of the seats by the breakfast bar, a red-ruffed lemur in French naval uniform with some bits of leather and brass electrical gear on his forearm and hat glanced at them and then back at me.
“Romance, maybe?” Meredith d’Estcourt asked, stepping into view from the hallway. Varan had to stoop to avoid banging her head on the overhang. Because it’s my house, my mind, my rules, she won’t smell up the place and neither will anyone else.
“I haven’t made up my mind,” I said. “Besides, I’m not done with your story yet.”
“It’s been three years,” Varan pointed out.
“G’reget,” I said.
Of course, Jack and Carl had been in the bedroom. “Porn, maybe?” Jack asked. He caught Fang’s eye and the two exchanged nods while Jessie Mae sat down beside the tiger and Caleb sat between her feet.
“He’s not in the mood for porn,” the Black Dog sneered. Jack and Carl looked surprised at that.
I glowered at him. “Quiet, or you’ll star in a snuff film.”
“Ooh, I’m so scared.” He snorted derisively. He knows that snuff’s not part of my repertoire.
I took a swallow of my ice water and thought a moment. “If I’m honest – “
“Round us, you cain’t help bein’ honest,” Caleb said. The others all nodded.
“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “So,” I said, sitting up and regarding the keyboard. “A bit of a road trip. Some wide open spaces and scenery. This pandemic’s kept everyone cooped up.”
The others all nodded. “Keeping it here on Earth, I understand?” Varan asked.
“For now. Hmm. Female character . . . a doe.”
Meredith asked, “Deer, or rabbit?”
“Deer, a whitetail. Vehicle?”
Caleb: “Jeep.”
Francois: “Convertible.”
Jack: “Older model.”
I nodded, and got up to get a refill on my ice water. Sitting back down, I said, “Whitetail doe, driving an older ragtop Jeep.” The others nodded. Even the Black Dog had shut up.
Haruko raised a paw. “Yes?” I asked. She looked a little ill-at-ease; no wonder, this was her first time here.
“It’s morning, so the sun’s at her back.”
“Ah, going west then.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Texas to California?” Shin asked.
“Maybe. I’ll call her,” and my ears flicked at the television, “Caroline.” The Black Dog twisted around and gave me an unhealthy grin, and I said, “And no earworming.”
“Oh, I am so earworming you,” he said.
“Better not,” I warned, “or I’ll drown you in My Little Pony fanfiction.”
His ears flattened. “You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”
“Oh?” I always win staring contests with him, so he backed down. I reached down and scratched him between the ears. He wasn’t too bad, really, nowhere near as bad as my Inner Bastard.
I regarded the keyboard again, flexed my fingers, and debated for a moment. How to start? I’ll sometimes throw myself into the middle of a story, and trust to Thoth to get me out of it. I knocked the Egyptian nemes headdress off the Black Dog’s head. “You’re not Thoth.”
“No, but I could pass for Anubis.” The Black Dog knows quite a bit about death and pain, but now is not the time.
Caroline had left the hotel shortly after breakfast, and now the morning sun was warm on her back as she drove the Jeep down the highway, the Tuxedo Brothers’ ‘Strident Yowling’ an undertone to the wind whistling past her ears and making a mess of her headfur.
Varan and Meredith had sat down on the floor, the vir’s tail wound around the mare’s waist.
It promised to be a hot day, and the whitetail doe was eager to get out of town and out on the open highway. I changed highway to road, and Carl made an approving sound as he snuggled up against Jack.
The Jeep was twenty years old
“That old?” Jack asked.
“Ninety-nine Wrangler two-door,” I said. I showed him the Google image.
“Ah. Cool.”
The Jeep was as old as she was, but she was a good mechanic, and the twenty-year old engine was in good condition.
“I like a self-sufficient girl,” Shin said.
I smirked. “Of course you would, Songmark graduate.” The other femmes in the room all giggled, with the exception of Halvrika. I really have to get around to untangling that Gordian Knot sometime.
“Yes, you should,” the raccoon said in a flat tone. “I would very much like being in Balance once more.”
“Describe this girl for us,” Francois suddenly said.
I thought for a moment. “Mexican whitetail, twenty, five foot five, denim shorts – “ Varan raised an eyebrow “ – denim skirt, about knee-length – “
“She going commando?” Carl asked. The cat looked delighted when I waggled my eyebrows at him.
“Green t-shirt for FDG’s US tour.”
“’FDG?’” Jessie Mae asked.
“Irish rap group,” I said. “Feck Da Gardai.” A few chuckles at that. “Citizen, of course; college student.”
“Where’s she going?” Fang asked.
“Home for her birthday,” and I wagged my tail as I scratched the fur on my belly.
Haruko asked, “Good family life?”
“Yes.”
“You’re up to something,” the Black Dog suddenly accused me.
If I were a fox instead of a German Shepherd, I’d have given him a shifty look. As it was, Francois interjected, “He is always up to something when he’s writing, salopard.” He returned the Black Dog’s growl with an impassive look.
“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty,” I said in the drabbest monotone I could, and the others all laughed. “Now, Caroline is studying to be a nurse – “
“Very practical,” Varan said.
“ – But she’s going home for a ritual,” I said, and twelve sets of ears perked.
“A ritual?” Halvrika asked.
“He’s up to something,” the Black Dog said.
Meredith and Varan listened, alert.
Francois had snagged a bottle of rum from the bar, and he, Shin and Fang were sharing it.
“Well,” I said, “I was thinking mother-daughter incest. I haven’t written that before.” I flexed my fingers and returned to the laptop as several of the furs in the room cheered.
“Hah! I knew it!” Carl exulted, and he jabbed a finger at the Black Dog. “YOU said he wasn’t in the mood for porn!”
The Canine of Depression (no relation to the Grackle of Weltschmerz) started to get to his feet, but stopped when I held up a paw. “What? If you’re in the mood for porn, you don’t need me around here anymore.”
“Uh-uh,” I said, “you’re not going anywhere.” Suddenly there was a leash on his collar and I snapped my fingers.
Two ewes stepped in from the bedroom. The identical twins waved and grinned at the rest of the group, and I gave Jane the leash as the Black Dog’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “Have fun with him, girls.”
“Thanks,” Janice said. “C’mon! Walkies!”
“Mommy,” the Black Dog whimpered as he was dragged out, to general approbation.
“Now,” I said, “where was I . . . “
end
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 50.1 kB
Listed in Folders
I'm just loving the appearances from quite a few of your roster of characters.
Seated by the bookcase was a raccoon wearing a patch over her left eye. Next to her was a rat femme in a gray jumpsuit with a neatly cauterized hole in her head from her right temple to just in front of her left ear.
Are you making fun of me?
Seated by the bookcase was a raccoon wearing a patch over her left eye. Next to her was a rat femme in a gray jumpsuit with a neatly cauterized hole in her head from her right temple to just in front of her left ear.
Are you making fun of me?
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