Rune Posted April 4, 2003 Report Share Posted April 4, 2003 Weekly Writing Theme - Dustbunnies Deadline - 4/12. You may start submitting works at any time by replying to this thread. If the deadline passes and you still want to submit something you wrote that is fine too. It's mainly just to inform people when a new theme will be created. This isnt a contest, just a sort of creative exercise. Comments: Comments can be added to this thread as well in response to someone’s work. Just be sure to specify who's work you are commenting on. Questions: Questions about the theme should be limited, mainly because it is open ended. It is up to you as the writer/artist to determine what you want to write about. The only requirement is that the word Dustbunnies is the main theme of the piece in some manner or another. A new theme will be created on Friday of next week by me so be sure to look for it! If you have an idea for a future theme, drop me a PM. Ill add it to the list and just randomly pull them as the weeks go on. Remember the theme must be just one word. BTW This is entirely in development. If you have an idea to make it better just lemme know. Ill be glad to change it for however people want it. Last weeks theme: Weekly Writing Theme - Hope Previous weeks themes: Weekly Writing Theme - Spirit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted April 7, 2003 Report Share Posted April 7, 2003 Dust bunnies *smiles * they roll and drift across the floor like tumbleweed across an old western street I love my dust bunnies they are testament that there is much more to life than a clean spotless house. Happy children and a good book or story read in the Pen a hot cup of tea the time to write my little poems and talk to friends all over the world Lovely dust bunnies Wren Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted April 7, 2003 Report Share Posted April 7, 2003 They'd always fascinated him. From whence did they come? His mother never answered. Lips pressed into a thin bloodless line, she'd ruthlessly removed them biweekly. He hated unanswered questions from birth. A few threads, a speckle of lint. Cat and Dog hairs most assuredly (although he had neither cat nor dog. (Brief visions of Calico Cats and Ginham Dogs gyrated in two and three dimensions through his inner eye, a cosmic mandala.)) He subjected them to visual analysis as a youth, and to spectrographical laser analysis as a man. They all thought him insane in his fixation; he knew. But for all their common threads drawn together irresistably, there was a certain something... Either very primative or very advanced. Clarke's Law rendering the points moot and ungraphical. He disliked plots which could not be plotted point by point intensely. Thus, reduced to empircal analysis, the last refuge of the Gedanken challenged, he resorted to no longer cleaning his domicile. Despite his minute attention, caffeine driven after the first day, he never caught them forming. One moment the corner was barren, then with a blink or shift of the eye, a dustbunny had popped into existence, negative matter tunnelling into positive. He'd gotten up to be sure, but yes, in the carefully cleansed corner, a precise four inches from the perfectly square bedpost (he'd replaned and leveled it himself, after being annoyed with its variance), there were three small misshapen bundles of lint. Defeated, he'd taken a bathroom break, and met other necessities. Daily observance showed that they multiplied rapidly, at an exponential, not geometric rate. It required the most closely trained eye, for they seemed to merge quite spontaneously. A fascinating, not quite random process. Blink, pop, dustbunny, some rejected to waft out into the room, some fitted into the forming ball according to some arcane ritual. He took volumes of notes, jotted calculations, imposed patterns and rejected them on analysis. The dustbunny grew rapidly during these periods of distraction. Observation imposed a limitation approaching zero. Until the fifth week. That mystery was soon dispelled, weight and picture measurements showed the dustbunny was using it's own bulk to mask the emergence of more. It was after five months, when the dustbunny was roughly 3.14 pounds in weight, that he realized if he didn't crack this case soon, his prepaid rent would come due, and his supplies would run out. Food was optional, but the increased perception and visual inspection of his dustbunny would kill it, he was sure. Damn the Landlord for always stepping in to collect the rent! Damn his probing darting eyes; they'd kill his specimen for certain. It had grown accustomed to HIS gaze. It trusted him. Tacking against the thermal drafts of the floor, it would nuzzle his legs before spinning away teasingly to explore. Each round about the room gathered mass, absorbing the pieces rejected before. In the last month, he'd taken to ever so gently cradling it in his arms, careful not to mash or bruise it's delicate structure. There was increasing pattern and networks to his piercing view. It was at six months and two days the Landlord opened the door to the apartment. The 'Mad Scientist' was quiet and always paid in advance. Had no pets but forgot to bathe for weeks at a time. He'd righteously given him two extra days. Opening the door, he looked at the room in quick jerky movements of his eyes. What the hell was that smell? A pet! The genius had a human side after all! And he was SOOO busted. Pets were an automatic eviction. Moving surely into the bedroom, he stopped in shock. The wasted form was mummified, stretched skin drawn back in rictus grin as the skin had shrunk. Bloodlessly pale, the eyes stared sightlessly at the amazingly clean room. The large grey rabbit wrinkled its pink nose as it hopped hopefully to the Landlord, obviously in need of food and water. Poor cute thing. Gathering it in his arms, he marveled at the soft fur as he moved to call the Police about the dead man. Already he liked the bunny better than its former owner. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jonathan_wolfe Posted April 7, 2003 Report Share Posted April 7, 2003 I recall fond memories of going to the dryer after a fresh load and cleaning out the lint trap, creating from pure dust and well.. stuff.. a dustbunny of gargantuan proportions, a veritable dustzilla. I shoulda tried to shape it into a rubber suited man form before tossing it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rune Posted April 10, 2003 Author Report Share Posted April 10, 2003 hehe too funny Justin. That was wonderful Pere, and just lovely Wren. Thanks for helpin make these a success guys! ^__^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yui-chan Posted April 21, 2003 Report Share Posted April 21, 2003 It may be a little late, but I was inspired by the dustbunnies. I may continue the weak little story a bit, so I've put my entry here instead of cluttering up this thread. ~Yui Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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