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Elena · #1 Sept 22, 2016, 07:47 pm

I have an writing block but I still want to write stuff.

So I was thinking if anyone is interested in giving me some ideas to turn into a short-story.
You can give me a few ideas or something more detailed like where you want it to take place, in which historical time, characters name and how they look and so on.
I've written a story based on Three's name, I can post it later on if people want to see what it ended being.

It's gonna be free, I just need to do something productive with my time.
Donations are welcome tho.

Any trash talk will be deleted btw.

A long time ago there was a small but gorgeous panda who lived all by himself. Despite the efforts of many of the village's hunters, no one could capture him, being the last of his family he had to survive. During most of the year he had his little friends to talk with and lots of food but winter was coming and so everyone was busy preparing for it.
One day, as he was walking around looking for bamboo he came upon a little flower. She was so small and fragile, he could have stepped on her and crush her.
"Oh, hello, Panda" said Flower, looking up to him and smiling. "I've heard so many stories about you from the other flowers! You've became a legend around here. I'm glad I could meet you"
"I don't see any other flower around here and never seen one so small, how come you're still so beautiful even if all withered?" asked Panda, confused.
"I don't know the answer to that question, my new friend, they all said I appeared in a late time and I wouldn't have time to blossom but I did. Sadly, just after everyone disappeared" said Flower looking around to where her friends used to be. "I would like if you'd come talk with me everyday as I have no one else and all my other friends are so busy"
"I am all alone, so I would like to" said Panda, sitting next to her.
"I've always looked different from my sisters and brothers, I wonder if I'm a different type of flower" said Flower, looking at the beautiful sky full of stars.
"Then we should ask someone, maybe they know. At this time the owls should be awake." said Panda, looking around the trees, maybe an owl would appear.
"There is only one owl that I've seen everyday, she is so beautiful and young. She should come out soon" said Flower.
"Who is calling for me?" said the owl, coming out of her little house.
"I've been here for a while but I never had the chance to talk to you, my name is Flower and this is my friend Panda. We were wondering why I not whitered yet as it's already winter. Do you know?" said Flower, looking at the beautiful white owl.
"My name is Ivory. I've noticed you too, Flower. You are so much more beautiful than the other flowers because you're different. Yes, I know why you didn't wither. You're not a normal rose, you're a Christmas Rose, one who blossoms during winter." said the owl.
"Ivory...what a beautiful name." said Panda.
"I'm a christmas rose? It's wonderful!" said Flower, happy.

The three new friends spent a lot of their time together, until finally Flower withered, leaving Panda and Ivory alone. They promised to always stay together and look and the stars, remembering Flower and how she loved the night.
After a while Ivory started coming down from her tree and sit on Panda's back while he was sleeping after waiting for her to wake up.
"I'm really glad I met you, my dear Panda." said Ivory, more to herself than anyone else.

Long time ago, in a small but beautiful kingdom lived a young king named Milan, beloved by his people, and his wife, named Shania. They didn’t rule the kingdom for too long but it became growing bigger and more beautiful than ever. Everyone believed in their king and queen and loved them from the bottom of their hearts, hoping for their long reign and happiness. But so did some of the court ladies who hoped to become the king’s mistresses and offer him a reign as rumors said the queen could not become pregnant. Sadly, for them, the king truly loved his wife.
Not long after the last lady tried her luck a new lady was hired as the Queen’s maid named Leyla. She was a beautiful young lady who’s parents died and was raised by her grandmother, a vicious woman who would do anything for rank and money and sadly, that’s what she teach her granddaughter to do. Leyla became good friend with the Queen, making sure she tells only good things about herself to the king, her power over the other ladies growing over time. She became a good confident for the king in the times of need.
“My Queen, Leyla,, what should I do? Our crops aren’t good this year. Some villages don’t even have any supplies left….” Said the King, sad.
“Your Majesty, we could send them supplies from our castle. I know we have more than enough to go through the winter. Plus, there are some villages that sent their help also. Being so busy, Your Majesty couldn’t talk to their Lords but Her Majesty, the Queen, did.” Said Leyla.
“It is true, my beloved. A few lords came the other day and told me they have enough corps for the winter and they’d like to help others but they asked for help to transport it. If what they offer is not enough we can add more from us. We still have crops from the years before.” Said the Queen gently touching the King’s arm.
“Thank you” said the King. “Both of you.” Reaching to Leyla’s hand also.
The Queen started to notice the affection between her husband and Leyla but kept believing in their love. Thanks to the advice from them everyone went through the winter without any problems and the people loved their King even more for his love to the people and not the richness of being a king.
During a lovely spring day the Queen went to visit the beautiful gardens in another city of the country but without her maid, Leyla who decided to stay in case there is need of her. But as soon as she said her good byes to the Queen and the other court ladies she started spending more and more time with the King.
“King Milan, isn’t the Queen Shania gone for too long? I can assume you are feeling lonely without her by your side” said Lyla.
“She really loves that place after all, it’s where she grew up for a few years and where we first met. She makes sure everyone takes good care of that garden. But yes you’re right, sometimes I do feel lonely.” Said the King with a smile on his face but his eyes with sadness.
“Wouldn’t you like some company at night, my King? I would gladly take her place if that’s what you wish for. I could offer what she never did, a heir.” Said Lyla with a seductive tone.
Without knowing, the Queen came back, wanting to surprise Milan and good thing she did as she could hear their conversation, tears falling down her face from the betrayal of her friend. She wanted to know her husband’s replay but didn’t know if she could handle it.
“How dare you imply such things?!” said the King angry. “Shania trusted you as her friend and I trust you! If you didn’t know by now I love my wife, she may not be perfect but for me she is. You have deceived us and this kingdom! Get out and never come back!” shouted the King to Leyla.
Scared and crying she ran out but stopped as soon as she saw the Queen standing there crying and smiling so beautifully.
“Shania, my love, you’re back!” said the King, smiling and his anger going away.
“Yes my beloved. I’m so happy for what you said.” Said the Queen, entering his office and taking his hands. “And I have good news for you, my king. I delayed my return for you because I’m pregnant.”
Speechless, the King hugged his wife and kissed her on her forehead, lifting her up and dancing like they never did before.