[orca-xing]

Username: Autoisadog
Name: Lochlan (Pronounced Lock-land)
Gender: male
Short story:
Lochlan steadily walked down the street, the crisp morning air hung still. Snow crunching underneath his soot-colored paws, he made his way down to the community coffee shop. His old scarf hung loosely from his neck, and black hat just barely fitting on his head. It was just weeks before christmas, and his work was getting busier and busier. Coins jingled in his pocket from the day's pay, and finally stepped into the coffee house. "Finest irish coffee" he smiled, and placed coins on the counter. He smiled, a real irish smile, and leaned back in a chair.

Lochlan smiled as the irish coffee was slid across the counter, and he caught it with one swift motion. "Thank' you" he nodded, and stood up. Although he just had gotten there, it was time for him to get back to work. again. He sighed, and shoved out of the crowded building. The smells of the town made him stop for a moment to take it all in, but quickly resumed his walk. The sun had been covered up for days by the clouds, showing an incoming blizzard. His favorite. That usually meant hanging by the fire, reading the newspaper, or watching a movie, with his dog, Alfa. He smiled slightly, and continued his trek to the next house.

[polariie]

I'm taking out the 100 word limit. But please do not go overboard with the short story ;0;

[Lady Sif]

Username:
Lady Sif

Name:
Niefie (Knee-fe)

Gender:
Female

Short story:
((This poem/story references Little Inferno, a game I highly recommend you play .))

Twisting plumes brush the sky, but no one can see.
Their eyes are focus on the flames, but they don't see.
Move away from the fire, towards the cutting snow
Shift your gaze from the burning and see what you can create.
The cold is growing, spreading fast, but there's so many places to go.

Watch them burn,
Watch them try to run
Watch them from the skies, where you've dared to go

There's no where to run, no place you can hide from it, only delays.

So embrace the cold and go exploring
And maybe you'll find
A sooner ending is worth the journey you took to get there.

[AcetheKidd]

Username: Acethekidd
Name: Kurt( name after my only grandpa that pasted away before i could actually meet him)

Gender: male
Short story:
" Mr.Kurt, this is what you like doing, cleaning old, dusty, nasty chimnies?" The young plumie. Sneezed and wheezed as dust filled the hair. She started to regret job shadowing this guy...i mean. Cleaning chimnies..getting dirty. Eek" besides, it doesn't pay well at all."

Kurt looked at the young girl and laughed almost jolly like." Young lady, it doesn't matter how dirty the job is..or how much it pays. You should always do what you like to do. I rather do something i like then do something i dont like. "

The young watched him work under the moonlight and smiled."...i suppose your right about that sir.."

[serl]

username //
Hello, I am vibrant.. I am trying out for this cutie!
well, what's his name //
His full name is Cole Max Flue.
how did you come up with the name //
Cole as in coal. Max I just thought fit him. And a flue is a duct, pipe, or opening in a chimney for conveying exhaust gases from a fireplace, furnace, water heater, boiler, or generator to the outdoors.
gender //
Cole is a straight male.
a story //
Cole works his job as, a chimney cleaner. Yeah, a chimney cleaner. One day, he arrived to someone's house. Boy, was their chimney dirty or what? Cole's fur was as clean as ever, that is- because he just started his job. While he was cleaning, he slipped on a rubber ducky and fell straight into the fireplace, luckily, no fire was burning. He got up and was covered in soot! The soot naturally sticks to his fur, and it will stay there for a long time, maybe forever. So then, he has soot-like 'markings.'

hope that wasn't too long and good luck!

Dashing through the snow
In a one-plumerian open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on featherbutts ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight!

Oh!
Feather bells, feather bells!
On the butts,
of those plumies!
Flying around while sliding on the sleigh!
Hey!

[cashew jackman]

Username:
Colt da Celt
Name:
Emmet
Gender:
Male
Short Story:
Emmet shivered as he walked out of the last house of the day, coughing harshly and watching the bits of ash spray into the chill night air, straight from his nose. He shivered, then began the long, cold trudge back to the place where all the chimney sweeps were stationed from. Head down, tail curled around his back legs, he tried to hold in what little warmth he had. Suddenly he bumped into someone, and with a startled yelp he stumbled back, eyes wide. Before him stood a full grown Plumerian wearing a hat, scarf, and expensive looking coat. Emmet watched as the stranger's eyes softened and stared as he removed his hat and scarf. The Plumerian wrapped the colorful strip of fabric around Emmet's neck and placed the black velvet hat on his furry head. "Merry Christmas laddy." He said kindly, then walked on. Emmet blinked in surprise, then looked down at the scarf and felt the hat, feeling about ready to tear up with happiness. Turns out the entire world isn't heartless, he thought fondly, then headed home with a warm heart.

[Kara Danvers]

Username: Lulu597
Name: Burt, inspired by Mary Poppins
Gender: Male
Theme Song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=k_mpaF5-SlU
Short Story: {{can be about anything, no word limit}}
Burt had awoken early in the morning to go to work. The sky was still dark, and the birds were still asleep in their nests. Burt climbed up onto the roof, his favorite place. He loved to sit up there and watch the sunrise as it rose over the rooftops. Burt stood atop the roof with his chimney sweeper. He padded over to red brick chimney and glanced down into the black hole that lead into the house. He held up his chimney sweeper and stuck in in, raising up a large cloud of black dust and soot. The dust and soot got on him, coating his hat and scarf in a layer of black ash. Burt continued to sweep out the chimney until the chimney was clean. However, he was covered in black spots from the ash, dust, and soot. Burt padded over to the edge of the roof and sat down. He glanced at the horizon and watched as the sun began to rise over the rooftops. The sky grew light and and the sun brought bright colors into the once dark sky. The birds began to wake up and fly around the sky. The quiet morning was filled with the sound of chirping, signaling morning. Burt grinned, he loved the life of a chimney sweeper. The hours were early, but the view was great, and he loved to clean the chimneys. Especially around Christmas when the houses were decorated in lights and decorations. There was no job he would rather have, than being a chimney sweep.

[quietlights]

Username: a s h e s .
Name: Cinder
Gender: Male
Short story:
Cinder wandered down the path, tucking his hands into his pockets. The frosty air seeped st

dropping out, lost connection ;-;

[ivo]

Username:
ivo

Name:
Lynellia

Gender:
Female

Short Story:
The paintbrush swept around, making thick strokes on the canvas. Small, nearly microscopic, bits of ash fell from Lynellia's scarf as she continued with her painting. She remembered her mother telling her that painting would not gain her much money, and that she should have kept to chimney sweeping. She shook the memory from her mind as the canvas came to life with color. Lynellia seemed to be in another world when she painted. She recalled how easily distracted she was with her former job.

More ash fluttered down into the paint as the artist made a mental note to wash her scarf. However, it was a signature feature to her art work, as the small grey fibers added texture to the colored canvas. The paint covered brush was set down next to the finished art as Lynellia stepped back to admire her hard work. The once blank canvas had been transformed into scarlet flowers. The red paint was piled on so thick, the blossoms seemed to come alive. A sigh escaped the creator's mouth as she searched for any noticeable mistakes. Her paws were wiped on her apron as she attempted to get rid of the paint that covered them.

"Another painting, another day," muttered Lynellia. She picked up her finished work and carefully replaced it with another blank canvas. The sun was just starting to set as she prepared for her next project. It may not earn as much money as chimney sweeping, but Lynellia was quite sure that painting was what she was meant to do.

[Adonis]

Username: Darkstar~
Name: Firion
Gender: Male
Short story:
“Are you sure about this?” A plumie stared at Firion as if he had ten heads. The bull headed chimney duster gave a determined nod; “I never turn away from a dare, and I’m not about to now. Now get that stick and plunge me!” The other plumerian shook his head and grabbed a long wooden stick, and Firion hopped on the end. “This is one small sweep for plumie, one big sweep for plumerian kin-“ Firion was plunged into the chimney, and rocked back and forth until suddenly he came to a stop, wedged into the black walls of the chimney. Firion sneezed, covered in soot. “This was a very bad idea.”