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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: Sen on November 05, 2008, 05:08:41 PM
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I've been thinking about writing my fursona's back story for quite some time now, and have finally gotten enough motivation to do so. It may be a short start and kind of boring, but it will get more and more interesting as time goes on. Well, here's the first journal entry. Enjoy!
October 2nd, 1897
Dear Journal,
This is my first time writing in you since my father got you for me a couple years ago. I’m sorry for not writing sooner, but I didn’t want to mess up your neat, pristine white pages. He told me that there was something special about this book, and that through writing in you, I would find it out eventually. I might as well start with a description of myself so you can get to know me better.
My name is Jacob Brisbane, and I am a brown wolf with black ears and black stripes down my back, a light-gray chest, and just about anything else there is about wolves. I’m 4’8â€Â, weigh 80 pounds, and my favorite food is apples. My 11th birthday is in two days, and I’m very excited for it! I hope my father will be home in time to celebrate it with me… My mother passed away when she gave birth to me, so I never really got that much of a chance to know her. My father was heartbroken after she died, so he never got into a relationship after her. My father is the best father anyone could have. He may be out of the house for most of the year, but when he is home, he is the perfect dad. He doesn’t need to work because he has earned enough money from his expeditions, so he stays at home with me and teaches me school at home. I have a couple friends around the neighborhood, and their houses are big like mine. Even though they live next door, it’s still quite a distance. By the time I walk to their house, I look back at my own and it seems like a dot on the horizon. Even though they are my friends, they act like they’re superior to me and it makes me feel bad. Kids will be cruel I guess…
My father should be coming home today from his final expedition of the year. He always comes home with a bunch of exciting tales and new artifacts. Some of them he sells to the museums, and others he keeps. I think that the one he was after this time was a type of ancient tome that will tell the reader any knowledge they want, whether it is something simple like what the weather will be tomorrow, or even the meaning of life! Many adventurers have tried to get it, and nobody has been successful. I hope my father’s long journey through the summer is fruitful.
Oh! I can hear my father’s car pulling up in front of the house now! This shall end my journal, and I will write again after my birthday. Bye!
-Jacob
All comments and criticism is welcome. :)
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Nice entry, I like this particular style of storytelling, particularly for character backstory purposes
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Neat perspective, I've never been able to write first person to save my life o.o
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yo please write more man, this is interesting nice job
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Finally! I had time to write my second journal entry. Tell me what you think!
October 4th, 1987
Dear Journal,
Today’s my birthday! I can’t wait until later today when my father and I celebrate! He said that he has a special surprise for me once I get home from school. I remember overhearing him having a conversation with Jared, our butler, about a type of class or lesson for me. I can hardly wait! My Aunt Lauren, my aunt on my mother’s side, is coming, and that’s one of the only things that I’m not looking forward to. She’s mean to me, and I think that she blames me for my mother’s death. Any time I’m being taken care of by her, she doesn’t listen to me. Last time, I got hurt while playing outside, and she didn’t even bat an eye! I feel horrible every time I see her, because I know why she’s always so angry with me. I just wish that there were some way that I could get her to listen to me and not be so headstrong. Other than that, there is a slight feeling of foreboding about today. I’m not sure what it is, but it scares me… I’m sure it’s nothing…
-Jacob
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wow i like it foreboding a good word and b descriptive nice job man i can't wait to hear more about the century old wolf, way to go
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Nice work Sen, I as well can't wait to hear what the surprise is. Its always interesting to find out what happens in these things
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You could totally make a movie with that whole "Special Jounal" thing.
A movie about Sen's entire backstory would be great, as well.
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That would be cool, but I doubt that I will ever find an animation team for making an actualy MOVIE...
Another journal post to come later. It's gonna be a twist...
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cool can't wait sen
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Hey! Here's part 3! It's taken a turn for the worse... Tell me what you think.
October 5th, 1987
Dear Journal…
Last night was fun, until around midnight when everything went to hell…
After the gathering of family for my birthday, my aunt went back to her house in the city. I was officially 11 years old, but nothing felt different. I was still a little kid, and no matter how much one might mature, nothing could’ve prepared me for what had happened… I woke up to the smell of burning wood, and sat up, looking around my room. Heavy smoke filled my room, the roar of fire echoing down the long hallways of the house. I wanted to leave and go to my father’s room to wake him up, but when I went to the door, I put my paw on the handle, only to have it burn me. It still hurts even now. I could not go over to his room. I could only hope to god that he was okay. I started screaming for him to come help me, but only to hear nothing but the growing blaze licking away at my door, inching ever closer into my room. Suddenly, one of the windows burst from the growing pressure and the fire pulling at anything it could to get a better flow of air. I screamed as shards flew around me, only a couple scratching my body, many more tearing holes in my sleeping clothes. The room around me started to spin, my mind reeling with the shock of what was happening. I closed my eyes, regained my composure, and slowly made my way to the bookcase to pick you up, journal. I held you close to my chest and made my way back to the broken window, and opened it up so then my paws wouldn’t get cut up as I exited. I put you between in my mouth, holding onto you for dear life so then I could use both hands to climb down the latticework. For the last 15 feet, there was nothing but open air, and a bush below me. I closed my eyes, let go of the latticework, and fell, landing safely in the bush like my father had taught me.
I made my way out of the bush, and ran up the side of the hill that was our back yard, looking back into my father’s window to see if he was okay. He was pounding on the window, trying to force it open. The fire was already in his room, and must’ve melted the lock shut, making it unable to be opened. He had a look of terror on his face, and I could hear him mouthing my name, probably yelling, “Jacob! Jacob!†Lost in his frenzy, he was too busy to see me outside, but after a minute of his frantic bout, he finally had me in his sights, safely outside the house, away from the fire. Peace fell over his features, and he stood at the window, smiling at me. He was happy that I was safe, and was at peace with himself knowing that I was out of harms way. Just then, the window burst, and a back draft of fire blew a blaze of flame inwards, my heart sinking more than it ever had in my entire life. After the window had burst inward, I could hear tires out front screeching off into the distance. My mind started to reel. There was no way that this fire could’ve started itself… Pondering the source of this fire, I sat down on the hillside, watching my home burn to the ground, my cheekfur soaked with tears. They wouldn’t stop flowing…
The sun slowly started to rise, and I could hear fire engines out front of my house. I simply sat behind my house, watching it turn slowly into smoldering embers. A great blow had been dealt to my mind and emotions. I couldn’t speak to anyone about anything. Slowly, my heart started to harden, and my tears started to dry. I’m writing in you now, journal, as more of an adult than ever before. I feel as though my childhood was destroyed, taken from me by some unknown force.
My aunt is here to come pick me up from the police station now, and now I have to live with someone that only wants to trade my life for her sister’s again. She has no compassion for anyone unless they’re of some use to her. I feel from her that she thinks of me as only a burden, and nothing more. My father has just died in a fire, and she could care less about the trauma that I’ve been through. I guess things will only continue to go uphill from here, since once you reach rock bottom, there is not any way to go but up…
-Jacob
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Nicely done Sen, it's coming along great. :)
The form of writing it like a diary is very intriguing, and makes it stand out a bit more from other stories. Keep it up. :D
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The way you refer to your diary as an actual character, calling it you since he's writing to it, is great. Brings it out more :3
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Thanks. However, I will make some changes soon.
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Nice I really like it, though its sad to hear that his father died. I can just imagine a young wolf sitting there having to watch such a horrible event.
Well done I cant wait for the next journal entry
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wow sen that was deep, i'm extreamly impressed, way to go.
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Fantastic.
I can't believe you didn't think you could write a story!
Or you did, I dunno, too lazy to check your first post. :D