Flash Fiction

[niko_teen]

<p>A challenge to maybe spark a few muses or give those not working on a story right now some practice.  Since there is a lot of new blood here on the forums Ahrea and I figured that you all could join in on some fun</p><p>For those of you who do not know what flash fiction is, it is a <i>very </i>short story. There is no exact word limit, but many range from 250 words to 1,000 words. This challenge will have a 2,000 word limit. </p><p><b>The Challenge:</b></p><p>We will start you off with the first sentence, then you must complete the rest. </p><p>You must incorporate the following people, places, ideas:</p><ul><li>Kiss(es)</li><li>Foot Fungus</li><li>Rose(s)</li><li>Brellis (Brell Serilis)</li></ul><p>Just of note, you don't actually have to focus on a kiss or have in your story kiss a person- you can, you just simply need to mention the items in your story. Be creative! </p><p>(Obviously, we are on an EQ2 forum. Stay in Norrath or be it EQ-related. Maybe a tale of you playing? Or writing?)</p><p>All entries are to please be posted by Friday, February 29th at which point we will read and pick creative titles for each person who adds a post. There is a possibility for extra titles for multiple submissions<img src="http://forums.station.sony.com/eq2/images/smilies/0320a00cb4bb5629ab9fc2bc1fcc4e9e.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" width="15" height="15" />.</p><p> Remember, 2,000 words or less! Some people can weave an excellent story in 3 sentences, others need the 2,000 words. G'Luck!</p><p>"<i>Just another day in paradise... [</i>Let your story begin.<i>]</i>"</p>

[Eriol]

Can you enumerate what exactly "Brellis" is please?  Brell is obvious, as is Serilis, but "Brellis" doesn't make sense at first glance.Thanks

[BrokenAria]

<p><b>Brellis is the shortened or the slang form on Brell Serilis. NPCs from EQ1 and EQ2 use it. </b></p><p><b>For those who do not know their EQ lore: </b></p><p><b>Brell Serilis: The Duke of Below, Duke of Underfoot</b> Brell Serilis was first to come to Norrath during the Age of Scale, and from his Plane of Underfoot, a dark realm of vast caves and endless tunnels, he quietly created a magical portal to a cavern deep in the belly of Norrath. Through this portal the Duke of Underfoot seeded the depths of Norrath with all manner of creatures. Brell then returned home, sealing his portal within a labyrinthine chamber of mystical Living Stone. During the Elder Age, he created the Dwarves as part of the gods' plan to keep watch over the dominant dragonkind. </p><p>Later, Brell returned to create the gnomes, resembling dwarves to some extent, yet more wiry and gnarled, consumed with tinkering with devices more so than their cousins. </p><p>Followers of Brell Serilis believe that the surface world is a waste of space. They find true happiness in the caves, caverns and tunnels that perforate the belly of Norrath. But this is one of few points that all followers of Brell can agree upon. There are many different factions who all worship Brell. The Runny Eye Clan of Goblins claim he is their father much to the disgust of the Dwarves of Kaladim who know that the Dwarves are the true children of Serilis. But the vicious Gnolls of Split Paw disagree entirely. For was it not Brell who sculpted them out of the sacred Clay of Cosgrove? Followers of Brell Serilis in one form or another can be found nearly anywhere you enter the Underfoot of Norrath. (The History of Norrath, Verant International) </p>

[niko_teen]

<p>this really is too bad that no one participated /shrug</p><p>Oh well there is always next time. I prob should have started off with a story to set the frame work but there is always next time in a few months or something.</p>

[niko_teen]

<p>Just another day it paradise it was in South Qeynos. With Erollis day in the past there were no longer the merchants running around with bouquets roses and people making kiss faces at one another in the street. Nope just another day in paradise with a sense of normalcy returning to the city.</p><p>At the bells belonging the to churches of the gods, including Brellis for some odd reason, rang it spurred Niko's memory. His Gwarshy Poo should be returning to the city from Kunark soon. Then he'd be able to see the sexy troll paladin again.</p><p>About to race out the door barefooted Niko turned around and dashed back inside to grab his boots. He didn't want to end up picking up a nasty strain of foot fungus from the docks again. Dirty unwashed sailors.</p><hr /><p>Word court 136</p>

[kyrr]

Just saw this. I don't care I'm late.Just another day in paradise for Brellis. His room covered in rose petals he looked forward to having his feet washed and kissed.A knock on the door and a maid entered. She got to work right away fulfilling all her duties. Luckily for her Brellis' eternal footfungus bestowed beauty and youth to whomever touched it.Word Count 54Better story, less words : P

[niko_teen]

<p>well for participating I bestow upon you the title of having the best submission. You know the whole cannot grade ones self type thing. That and enternal youth from foot fungus hehehehe.</p><p>Give it another few weeks/months and Ahrea and I will throw another flash fiction up. Hopefully then we'll have enough submissions to give mure fun and intrest titles then.</p>

[Kassabba]

<p>I just saw this, better late than never eh.  Anyway I am waiting for a call so I 'flash fictioned' this.</p><p>I looked at Durok and then back at the bottle on the counter, the apothecary was still rambling on and on about its curative and restorative properties.  Durok however couldn't take his eyes off of it.  He didn't think anyone had noticed that he had been wearing his helmet more and more often and when he wasn't he had that stupid bandana with all the faded roses on it wrapped around his head.  Its not like he was the first man to ever start to lose his hair, he was however the only one that I knew that had walked around with dead frog eyes pasted on his head.  I'm not sure what was worse, that or having to kiss the paws of a hundred dead goblins, they have bad body odor and foot fungus.</p><p>After all of that his hair was still falling out.  The apothecary was eyeing me and the rather obvious look of doubt on my face, he snatched up the bottle and began waving it about.</p><p>"Yes sir, let me tell you this is the finest, the fastest and the most potent restorative on the entire continent!" He said with that carnival barkers flair. Duroks eyes never left the little bottle. Seeing that he had his fish on the hook the apothecary continues.</p><p>"Its said that this could make hair grow on rocks, yes indeed, this one tiny bottle of Serili's Brell cream will make you look young and youthful again."  Durok had finally had enough and snatched the bottle out of the mans hand and slammed his two gold down on the table and marched out of the shop and down the street. I sighed and walked out after him, Larry was waiting on the stairs, picking up small pebbles and rolling them around in his eyesockets. I smacked him on the back of the head and we followed Durok down the street and back to the apartment.</p><p>It was going to be a long night. It was bath night, the worst night of the year. To make matters worse it was a month early since the lousy little apothecary had told Durok that the cleaner he was the better the cream would work.  We walked down to Madam Sorie's bath house, its cheap and the girls are ugly so we don't spend a whole lot of time there.  One of the girls, a little human slip of a thing, had a crush on Durok and she managed to be in the water washing his back whenever we went. It was ok with me, she had a friend that she always brought along, an Iskar girl. Now I don't have anything against the Iskar, and if your going to be in the water anyway you would  be surprised what they can do.  This night Durok was in too much of a hurry and had already started washing himself when Wanda and her friend Ishhshshshh or something like that, came in.  The girls were a little put out when we got out early but Durok tossed them a few silver and we were back out on our way.</p><p>Durok was already in the house when I caught up to him, I had though that he was going to pour the entire bottle over himself but he was just standing there.  I came around him and almost fell over. The empty bottle was on the floor and Larry was stumbling around the room, hair growing off of every bone he owned, green hair, orange hair, yellow hair and blue hair, he looked like a huge bunch of lichen all gone crazy. I looked at Durok and then back at Larry, wondering what would have happened if he had used that on himself. He shook his head once and then went into the other room and came back with the razor and shaving cream. I thought he was going to shave Larry but he sat down and started shaving his head.  I shrugged and went back outside, I still had an hour in the bath and I didn't want to have to take Larry down to the academy and figure out how to make him bald again.</p>