Had an idea about posting an art piece and letting anyone/everyone write a short story/drabble about the event happening in the image. Curious to see what y’all would come up with!
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I sure see a lot of ways to tie this in to The Helpers theme
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when the world came to an end humanity retreated to the stars leaving few native species on earth. The fluffies a biotoy was not considered to be made part of this great exodus and so were left behind by their creators. Though they survived purely out of their ability to breed in large numbers this would not be enough as earths very core caused tremors with no end, tsunamis and floods left few stable and livable lands and the air itself turned bad as those tremors brought ash and burning smoke that choked any living being on the sure face. The fluffies begged, cried and screamed for salvation, for an end but nothing came a faint memory plays in the last moment of every fluffies lives before it ends. The memory of their first inception a white cold place with towering beings that tended to every need they demanded from sketties, huggies and most importantly wuv. A wuv that went away when flied off on their ships, a wuv that kept them safe and fed, a wuv that reminded them of life before the big shake, the moving wawa and the no bweav times. A lone mare holds her last foal barely clinging onto life and she screes HOOMAN PWEASE SABE US, SABE BABBEH, SABE MUMMAH, SABE FWUFFIIEEEEEEEEES but nothing answered back
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welp heres my first attempt at a story made it all in one sitting
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I hope that potted plant is OK
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Every writer you see around here had to Start somewhere.
It’s a good start.
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Post-apocalyptic survival fiction is just transparent misery porn anyway, so why not have it star creatures that are fun to watch suffer?
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They’re all just micros in a decorated cage and the owner’s baby cousin crushed everything inside, and played at being godzilla or something
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That is one strong earthquake, and the movement of fluffies getting swallowed.
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I’ve heard of cars tearing up the road, but this is ridiculous!
Yeah that’s all I got. I’m imagining that fluffy in the window trying to drive and hitting the gas and then the car did this.
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Local XXL sbs farted too hard
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XXLs are specifically crafted which means someone had to have commissioned an SBS
I want you to ruminate on that for awhile
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Everything is possible in the fluffyverse
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On the micro fluffy note I love the idea of a group of young kids trying to make their own Kaiju movie and instead of just splicing footage of people running through a city they just fill the set with cheap micros. So these little idiots got thrown into a scale version of San Francisco and had fun for all of an hour before the costume and cameras were ready.
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“I… I don’t understand… How?!”
“I guess someone left the door unlocked or something.”
“Not that! How are there dead ones?! It’s a goddamn movie set!?”
“Hah! Fluffies amirite!”
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“Whoops.”
That’s the shortest story I can come up with.
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Fluffys that were abandoned by their owners and ferals dealing with the aftermath of a nasty earthquake. Many die and only a few survive. If I were to short script the way I normally write for my short stories. It would be about the fluffys that make it out alive and all the horrible shit they witnessed while the Earthquake laid waste to Special frens, Soon Mummahs, and Babbehs are all casualties. They have seen and experienced the worst do to being fluffys and only being able to do so much. I think a few of the smarter fluffs would get something similar to Post Traumatic stress Disorder or shell shock.
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Basically thanks to advanced tech an earthquake was predicted the come over the city, so most people escaped from that city to seek refuge in other cities with government’s help. At first fluffies were quite happy to see humans gone. After all they got lots of Nummies and toysies unguarded by humans at their grasp. If they only knew what is about to come…
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God came back, got caught up on what humans have been up to for the past few thousand years, and reacted accordingly.
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“remember, your orchids will require plenty of sunlight throughout the day, so leave them in a well let area” what’s the advice that Mrs Johnson had gotten from better homes and gardens, and it was good advice.
For days on end, her beautiful orchid sat on the window. With splendor and grandeur it’s blossoms shown forth to the world, and it stood with the same pride and dignity that the mighty sequoias of the California wilderness stood. Until the day of the disaster.
When the disaster struck, the beautiful orchids of Miss Johnson fell over, precariously and balanced by its terracotta pot. The firmly packed soil dribbled out somewhat, upsetting the balance ever so slightly. As the world crumbled and was destroyed around it, chaos ensued, wild feral fluffies were left screaming as humans ran away faster than they ever could. Comprehend what was going on, but even deep within it’s semi-otolithic cells send pulsating waves of information up it’s xylem. forcing it to slowly face upwards, over the course of the day. Whether it liked it or not it must face the sunlight!!!
As the ground crumbled and windows shattered around it, the very building that Mrs Johnson lived in, the building she had grown her orchids in… Began to crumble slightly. By the time a maternal mare was running beneath the windowsill disaster finally struck.
The orchid toppled over, it’s weight upset by the shift of its leaves and stem. In a split second, it’s succumb to gravity and flipped Head over heels upon itself, landing square on the mare.
Her foals did not break it’s fall, rather the inverse. As it fell down on her bestest babbeh and “almost bestest” it crushed them, the pressure upon her bestest baby was so great that organs ejaculated forth from its mouth and anus, its eyes popping out of their sockets, soft and brittle bones squished like pieces of soggy Captain crunch in one’s mouth. The almost bestest was of a similar faith, it’s skull squished flat like a pancake: brains, gray matter and mucus bellowed fourth from the shockwave, dirtty blood and guts- and a very inordinate amount of fecal matter ejected forth from both upon the impact.
And yet it kept going - separating several vertebra in the mother’s back as it careened down, bending her spine in ways that made her screech with the same delicate timbre as a policeman’s whistle. , she was now childless and paralyzed, urine and blood emanated from her urethra as her own liquefied fecal matter dribbled out over her legs and thighs. Over and over again she screamed and screamed, not even realizing that her babies were dead but screaming about the pain that she was in, the inordinate amount of “wowstest huwties”
As she dragged yourself across the ground come out of the shattered glass upon which her delicate little hooves were barely tolerating shredded her belly like a mandolin slicer does a potato. But softer. Soggier. Squishier. As she bled out, the orchid now stood upright on the pavement. Despite the chaos surrounded, it was finally facing the Sun again, and all was good in the orchid’s world.
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