Topic: Forgotten Stories: the Lost Tales from the Land of Miraclocks - the Original Trilogy
Narrator of Stories started this discussion 2 years ago #111,433
Story 1: The Tale of Ttey, The Little Frog
Once upon a time in the heart of a lush, vibrant forest, there lived a little frog named Ttey. Ttey was unlike other frogs. While his kin hopped about, splashing in the pond, and basking in the sunshine, Ttey yearned for something more. He wasn't content being a frog. He wanted to be anything but a frog.
In his quest for a new identity, Ttey first tried to emulate the rabbits. He admired their speed and agility, their ability to dart through the undergrowth with a swift elegance that he found mesmerizing. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't match their pace. His little frog legs were not built for running. Yet, he claimed to be a rabbit, making fun of the real rabbits, hoping they wouldn't notice his inability to keep up.
Next, he looked to the sky and yearned to be like the birds, soaring high above the forest canopy. He climbed the tallest trees and attempted to fly, but each time, he found himself falling back to the earth. His small body was not built for flying. Still, he claimed to be a bird, mocking the real birds, hoping they wouldn't notice his failed attempts to fly.
Then, he tried to be like the horses, strong and useful, pulling carts and carrying burdens. But his tiny size rendered him incapable of such tasks. He was not built for heavy work. Despite this, he claimed to be a horse, jeering at the real horses, hoping they wouldn't notice his weaknesses.
Finally, he attempted to mimic the skunks, to have a defense mechanism, a way to protect himself. But he found that he couldn't produce the same protective odor. He was not built for self-defense. However, he claimed to be a skunk, deriding the real skunks, hoping they wouldn't notice his lack of defenses.
Ttey was so busy trying to be something he wasn't, making fun of others, and living in fear that his true identity would be revealed, he lost track of who he truly was. He couldn't remember his strengths, his abilities, and his true identity as a frog.
One day, Ttey found himself near a pond, the water shimmering under the warm sun. In his heart, he felt a strange pull towards it, but his mind was clouded with confusion. He had forgotten that as a frog, he was an excellent swimmer. In his panic and fear, he fell into the water. The animals he had tried to mimic and made fun of watched from the shore, wondering why the little "rabbit-bird-horse-skunk" wouldn't just swim.
Ttey floundered, not realizing his natural affinity for water. His small body thrashed about, trying to mimic the ways he thought a rabbit, bird, horse, or skunk would try to stay afloat, not remembering the simple fact that he was a frog. And in the end, he drowned, his life cut tragically short by his refusal to accept his true identity.
In the wake of Ttey's demise, the animals of the forest mourned. They mourned not just for the loss of a fellow creature, but also for the sad tale of a frog who, in his desperate quest to be something else, forgot the beauty of being himself.
The tale of Ttey serves as a poignant reminder: it is essential to love and accept ourselves for who we are. Each of us is unique, with our strengths and abilities, and it is this uniqueness that makes us special. Trying to be someone else not only deprives us of our true self but can also lead us into danger. The moral of this story is: embrace who you are and cherish your individuality. It's not about what we can't do, but about what we can. Everyone is special in their own way, and it's important to recognize and celebrate this rather than trying to be someone else.
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Story 2: Squeegzilla, the Golden Dragon and her Wondrous Clocks
In a far-off realm of magic and wonder, where the mystical and the everyday danced hand in hand, there lived a golden dragon named Squeegzilla. Squeegzilla was not just any dragon; she was a being of immense beauty and talent, known throughout the realm for her unique skill: crafting wondrous clocks.
Squeegzilla had scales that shimmered like molten gold under the sun, and her eyes sparkled like precious emeralds. Her wings were vast and powerful, glinting majestically as they unfurled, while her tail, a long, elegant brush of gold, swished gently in the air.
Squeegzilla lived high atop a mountain, in a grand cavern filled with the rhythmic ticking and tocking of countless clocks. Each clock was a masterpiece of precision and design, intricately detailed and uniquely different from the others.
Squeegzilla's clocks were not ordinary timekeepers; each one was imbued with a fragment of her magic, making them more than mere objects. They were pieces of art that lived and breathed, their ticking heartbeats echoing the dragon's own rhythm.
Each day, Squeegzilla would carefully select a piece of metal or stone, her golden scales reflecting off the material. With her fiery breath, she would gently melt and shape it, forming the core of a new clock. Then, with a delicate touch that belied her size, she would assemble the gears and hands, her green eyes focused and attentive.
The completed clock would then be imbued with her magic, a golden glow that seeped into the clock's heart, giving it life. The once silent object would spring to life, its gears turning, hands moving, ticking in perfect harmony.
Word of Squeegzilla's magical clocks spread far and wide, attracting visitors from all corners of the realm. They marveled at the sight of the golden dragon and her wondrous clocks, their faces lighting up with awe and admiration. They would leave with one of her clocks, a piece of time encased in art, a treasure to be cherished forever.
But Squeegzilla's joy didn't come from the admiration or the gold she received. It came from the act of creation, the magic of bringing an object to life, the rhythm of time that pulsed in harmony with her heart. It came from seeing the smiles on the faces of those who received her clocks, knowing she had brought a bit of magic into their lives.
And so, Squeegzilla the golden dragon continued to create her magical clocks, adding the symphony of their ticking to the songs of the realm. Her story is a testament to the power of passion and creativity, a reminder that we all have a unique gift to share with the world. In sharing our gifts, we not only brighten our own lives but also bring a little magic into the lives of those around us.
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The Tale of Mr. Nobody: Dragon Slayer
In the realm where the golden dragon Squeegzilla resided, creating her magical clocks, there lived a man known as Mr. Nobody. He was a simple man, living a quiet life, seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of the realm. Yet, he harbored a dream. A dream to become a dragon slayer.
Mr. Nobody was not particularly strong, nor was he exceptionally brave. He was just an average man with an extraordinary dream. And yet, he was determined. He spent his days training, pushing his limits, striving to become stronger. He spent his nights studying, learning about dragons, their strengths, and their weaknesses.
One day, a rumor reached him. A dragon was causing chaos in a nearby village, and the villagers were desperate for help. Seizing the opportunity, Mr. Nobody set out to face the dragon. He knew the odds were against him, but he had a dream to fulfill.
When he arrived at the village, the destruction was evident. Houses were burnt, crops destroyed, and fear hung in the air. The dragon, a monstrous beast with scales as black as night, roared in the distance. Gathering his courage, Mr. Nobody moved towards the beast, his heart pounding in his chest.
The battle was fierce. The dragon breathed fire, its flames licking the sky. Mr. Nobody dodged and rolled, his body screaming in protest. He managed to land a few hits, but they did little to deter the dragon. Exhausted and beaten, he fell to his knees, realizing his dream might remain just that—a dream.
At that moment, a golden light appeared in the sky. Squeegzilla, having heard of the chaos, had arrived. She landed next to Mr. Nobody, her golden scales glistening in the sunlight. The black dragon, taken aback by her presence, retreated a few steps.
Squeegzilla turned to Mr. Nobody. She didn't see a defeated man. Instead, she saw a brave soul who dared to dream and chase after it. She saw a dragon slayer. With a nod of her head, she extended a claw towards him, in which rested one of her magical clocks.
Mr. Nobody reached out and took the clock. As he did, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him. The clock ticked in rhythm with his heartbeat, its magic amplifying his strength and courage. With renewed vigor, he stood up, ready to face the dragon once more.
This time, the battle was different. Mr. Nobody moved with a speed and precision he never knew he possessed. Just as he was about to cut with a final, mighty swing, the clock began to ring an alarm and Mr. Nobody decided it was time to fuck off, bringing peace back to the village.
Mr. Nobody returned home, not hailed as a hero, or a true dragon slayer. But he knew the truth and the magic of Squeegzilla's clock amplified it.
The Tale of Mr. Nobody: Dragon Slayer serves as a reminder that we are more than our perceived limitations. With courage, determination, and a little help, we don't have to be assholes, and can fuck off with that shit and leave people in peace and stop attacking everything like it's your job. It also shows that Squeegzilla, in her kindness and wisdom, not only creates magical clocks but also helps those in need, shaping the realm in ways beyond her craft.
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The later stories don't make sense out of context. can we please not delete all the creative original OC content, there's like a hundreds of thousands of posts left up of just people sniping at each other and insulting people. thanks.
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