Re: Buttermilk #548

Postby neon. » Tue May 07, 2019 6:59 am

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Name: Theodore
Gender: Bull

Prompt: [499/500]
      “Hey, come outside! We’re gonna go pretend to be pirates on the creek. I’ll let you be captain~” a young heifer wheedled, arms crossed.

      “Not now, Marie.”

      “That’s what you always say, Theo! Why don’t you want to play? Being inside all the time is boring!” their eyes met in silent war. But they’d had this discussion many times before. And it always ended the same way.

      “Not now, Marie.”

      Theo had a dream, - iinside and at his desk that he felt at home, everything else didn’t matter. He wanted to be a writer. He wanted to get away from this farm. He was glad his parents had had marie after him. She’d always enjoyed farm work, so at least they’d have someone after he left. And that’s what he wanted. An escape.

      Theodore wrote of aliens and moons and things beyond the stars- checking on chickens and taking eggs would become stealing powerful artifacts in his mind, feeding animals now a risk-filled venture with an unknown species. Escapism was in his mind, adventure in his blood.

      Finally, he had his big break- He’d sent in a manuscript, and publisher was interested in talking to him about the book. It had rolled from there- one trip into the city for this job become two. Eventually, he had enough funds to share an apartment with someone. Weekly calls became monthly.

      “When will you come back to visit?”

      “I can’t now, i’m out of town at a conference- and I don’t think I’ll be able to make the call this month either. Let mom and dad know.”

      And monthly become yearly.

      Marie stopped calling him. But his parents never gave up.

      “When will you come back home? We want to see your book! You’ve achieved your goals, now. Come back home. We miss you.”

      It felt like a noose around his neck, those words- you’ve finished what you wanted, come back to where you belong. He loved the city- he loved his apartment.

      “Your mom is sick, will you come back just for just a little?”

      “I told you, I’m out of country right now. I’ll come back as soon as I’m able.”

      In a month, he came back to face his mother, frail, weakened. How had this happened, Theodore wondered. He’d asked Marie about it- she was there too. So tall, now, and-

      “You’re pregnant?”

      “And getting married soon. I called you about the engagement. But I got your voicemail.”

      For the first time, Theodore looked at the people around him. Surrounded by family, he might have as well been with strangers.

      “They have all your books, you know. But they were waiting to read them. You know why? They wanted you home to tell them about it. I wanted to read them too. It was always the same answer. Not now, Marie.”

      Not now - if not now, then when? The acid taste of regret stuck in Theodore’s mouth. Living in the future- and he’d missed his past.

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    Author's Biography wrote:Theodore Burgess is an up-and-coming author, #1 Moo York Times best-selling author, and best known for his works in science-fiction and high fantasy. His published works include ‘Beyond Two Moons,’ and the ‘Walk the Line’ series. Cowgo nominee and CSFA Award winner.

    A reclusive author, little of Theodore’s private life is known. He now lives in the countryside of Vermoont. Though never married, he has often been seen taking care of his nieces and nephews.

    He has not revealed the title of his latest work, but Theodore has hinted on something new and experimental. “I want to tie in themes of family into my works. I’ve been writing for adults- but that doesn’t mean family isn’t important. I want to try and show that in my writing.”
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Re: Buttermilk #548

Postby paopu » Tue May 07, 2019 4:06 pm

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    運命なんて知らない
    i don't know much about destiny


    It started, as many things do, with a cliche.

    Or, well, several of them really. A florist and a barista. Stumbling, spilling coffee as warm bodies collide. Red camellias, given with a playful smile. A number written on a coffee cup. An awkward first date. And second. And third. And so many more until awkward became right. Strange became familiar and flustered appreciation turned to something far deeper.


    本当にこんな私でもいいの?
    Are you sure I'm fine being this way? It's okay?


    And then came the first fight.

    Kohaku was young. Immaturity turned him stubborn and stubbornness made him ignorant. He hadn't learned how to see different perspectives yet. More importantly, he hadn't learned how to compromise. Sometimes, love takes hard work. He hadn't know. How could have he? All the movies made it all seem so simple.

    あんまり期待させないでほしいよ
    I wish you didn't expect so much of me.


    The fighting got worse. He was right. He knew he was right. Why was he the only one who could see this? There was no way Kohaku was in the wrong here? Right? ...right?

    He couldn't let it go. He couldn't swallow his pride and move on. Neither of them could. What had started as a fairytale had been twisted into something almost unrecognizable. The smallest things would set them off, sending them spiralling out like a spark turned to flame.

    約束はもうしない
    I won't make promises anymore


    He woke up to cyclamens on the table. It had started with carnations. Love, adoration, faithfulness, longevity. They had been a promise just as, now the cyclamens were a goodbye. Resignation, death, sorrow, farewell.

    Kohaku never saw his florist again.

    嘘つきだった僕には戻れない
    I can't go back to being the "me" who was a liar


    To this day Kohaku wonders what could have been. He knows deep down that love had been worth it - if only they had been old enough to be able to handle it. If only they had sat down and actually talked instead of spitting poison at one another. No, wait, that wasn't fair. If only he he tried to listen. The sorry he never got to say eats at him.


    綺麗な花も証人もいらない
    I don't need pretty flowers or any witnesses


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    Today, Kohaku has opened his own flower shop in town. An impulse decision at best, self torture mechanism at worst, very few people around him approved of his choice. Honestly, at first, they were right. It was self destructive and toxic. Everything around him reminded him of what he'd lost. However, as time passed and as he grew as a person, it became a place of healing for him. He gave it the commitment he had never been able to give before. Now, Kohaku loves helping people pick out flowers for their loved ones and finds the act of caring for the plants incredibly soothing. His arrangements are quite popular both for their aesthetic and for their deeper meaning. Kohaku has even slowly made a name for himself as a master of hanakotoba (花言葉) or the language of flowers. Each piece he makes has a story and he loves translating each purchase made. His favorite is adding pink carnations and white daffodils, creating a symbol of a wistful, new beginning.

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Re: Buttermilk #548

Postby mongrel » Wed May 08, 2019 10:58 am

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Re: Buttermilk #548

Postby eli sunday » Thu May 09, 2019 8:03 am

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Marcus's biggest regret is leaving his home town in Maine, where the seashore
is full of seafood, and the flowers grow tall. He remembers the salty smell of the sea and
the buttery taste of the lobster. He loved the friendly neighborhoods and all his friends,
but one night, just one night, he let one fake friend tell him to move to California and
ditch his real friends, to the city of "fame". He moved, ditched his friends, ready for Cali,
and arrived to a trash-covered, garbage scented street in northern California. No
celebrities walking around, no fun beaches with great lighting, and no friends.Not a single
person in the neighborhood was nice or wanted to be his friend. California isn't the place
dreams are fulfilled it's the place nightmares are created and dreams are demolished.
He missed the tall flowers and the seafood fulled shores. He wants the salty smell of the
sea and buttery taste of good lobster. He lusts after friendly neighborhoods and friends. He
wants to move back but everyone would hate him if he did, they would think he betrayed
them. He would never get to see all the seafood in the water or eat the lobster, never get
to smell the salty water or see the tall flowers of gold, purple, and pink. He would never get
to see his friends, all of his friends are gone forever he will never see them again. His fake
friend ditched him and he was heart broken this went on for months before he got a card! It
read, "Dear Marcus, we miss you and love you and when or if you come back we won't be
mad or upset, but glad. Glad to have my baby boy back, my best friend, my cousin, and my
punching bag you dork. Love, Mom, Mak, Han, and your best mate Kat."

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Re: Buttermilk #548

Postby maritime. » Thu May 09, 2019 12:35 pm

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    Name: Guiying
    Gender: Bull

    Prompt:
    "I should not have tried to help them......helping them was a mistake."

    Guiying woke with a start, his heart racing and his body trembled as a wave of searing pain passed through. He felt Levania nudging him. Her worried expression confirmed that he was having nightmares again.

    "Would you care to talk about it?", Lev asked softly, he nodded in response and moved over so they could lay down and huddle for warmth as they looked out at the chilly spring night.

    "I was a caretaker in my last herd. We were in some hard times and some of our leaders were not good so we lived poor or roughly while they bathed in their luxuries. I was lucky since I was a caretaker, I tended to the plants and animals in their grazing area so I had a bit better treatment. One day there was a heifer and her calf, they had snuck into the gardens while I was watering the crops. I could tell they were there to steal some of the crops. The mother quietly begged me and told me she just wanted a bit so she could leave these lands with her calf and start a new life elsewhere. I knew how rough it was living there, so I gave in and gave her some of the crops I had harvested and helped them sneak away without detection as much as I could. Little did I know that was my mistake as one moon later I was summoned to the council while an uprising broke out. It turns out the mother was a member of a rebellion and was caught when the uprising started, during interrogation they found some of the crops I was in charge of tending to. The council called me a traitor and was in line of treason, I had no say despite not knowing she was a rebel. They were angry that I had given away some of their precious crops let alone helped a rebel find their way out. As punishment I was relieved of my duties as caretaker, I lost my home and my possessions, anything I had earned was taken as well. If that wasn’t enough they took my tail then threw me out into exile. I couldn’t even say goodbye to my family and my friends or the animals I lovingly cared for. It was a rough travel and I wish I hadn’t helped them, but at the same time, they needed help, I just, don’t know if it was worth losing everything for.”, Guiying spoke softly and a bit bitterly in sorrow as he gazed at the moon, his eyes full of regret and pain. Lev didn’t respond but he felt her rest her head on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him for his loss as he eventually drifted back to a fitful night of sleep plagued by bad memories of recent events.
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    "Thank you so much Guiying, it would have taken me all day or even all week to do the chores if it was just me.", Levania spoke cheerfully.

    "It's not a problem, consider it as a thank you for nursing me back to health.", Guiying responded as he pulled the plow across the field. It felt good to be up and able, to do something again. To have a purpose... the thought made him pause for a bit before he brushed it away. He was unsure of what to do next or where to go. Perhaps...he could stay here if Levania allowed it, he couldn't see why she would refuse the idea but it made him uneasy.

    As if she was reading his thoughts he heard her call out to him, "Hey Guiying, have you thought of what you'll do next and where you go?", she asked softly as she looked down at the ground as her shy nature became apparent, "If you didn't maybe you could stay here at Vale Shoal, I could use the help and the company could do us good."

    He paused, a wave of relief washed over him as he stood stunned. His expression softened as his vision began to blur, the tears forming in his eyes as he smiled and replied, "Yes, I would love that. Thank you so much for this chance at a new start."
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Re: Buttermilk #548

Postby Zelery » Sun Jun 16, 2019 4:13 am

Please judge this competition asap, as it has been over a month since it has ended.
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Re: Buttermilk #548

Postby sprig » Mon Jun 17, 2019 2:42 am

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Gender: Bull


I have some memories that are similar to this with my grandma -- Times that I wish I would have done things with her, but I was too selfish to realize. Your story really hit home with me, and definitely made me cry a little bit.

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