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Creative => Story-Telling => Topic started by: tonguello on April 29, 2011, 02:30:24
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This project was actually born today, but it was triggered by many small events that occurred in the last couple of days. It would be too long to tell all that, so I hope you enjoy this. It actually brought tears to my eyes while I was thinking about it this afternoon (at the office :shhhh:) This is only the first part. No pics though. Just one to help you visualise.
Diary of a Pirate Clicky
January 1979
Dear diary:
My eyes burns from the first light of day I see. I'm finally realeased from the box's darkness and brought into existence. I got my new kid today!! It is a hot summer day and it is our birthday! His name is Gaston. He presented me to his little sister and she tried to take me from him. He gently said no and run with me, imprisoned in his hand, to a place called “the terrace”.
He has a plain vast dry land up there. No sight of water at all though.
I'm happy to be free and he seems so happy to be with me. But I'm not the only one. I've met some construction workers, cowboys and police officers in that place whom I share this kid with, but he seems to have eyes just for me today.
We play all day. He stretches my arms and bends my waist a thousand times. I'm tired. My only feet hurts but I smile. He got me a small boat that I get to ride around the terrace a hundred turns. I have read my map back and forward...and upside down. I shoot the guns I carry in my treasure chest once and again. I make friends and fight enemies all day long with my sword.
Night comes and we must rest. I go to sleep rapped in his small hand. I don't close my eyes but I dream sweet dreams.
I smile a lot.
August 1979
Dear Diary:
Many others like me share our house. It is getting crowded. Gaston keeps us all together but he always has a special place for me. I heard him say I'm his favorite because I'm different, I have only one leg. I like the kid a lot. We have fun every weekend and I often miss him when he is at school, but I get to rest from the wild non stopping fun from the weekends.
My hat is crooked and lost its feather, I'm dirty and I'm missing a couple of guns. My sword is not shinny anymore and my boat is terribly scratched from being dragged across the ground all day long. Where is that shore? This dry land must be huge. We have been going around it for months and haven't found it yet.
We haven't been out for a long time. He calls it winter and I miss the sun .
He makes me go to weird places that I enjoy for him, I ride a horse, sometimes I fly. I'm not a pirate all the time, I'm a cowboy, an explorer, or just a common man. I run just like the rest as if I had two legs. I have a car.
I can't hide my smile.
December 1979
Dear Diary :
He said today is Christmas Eve. A magic man comes at night bringing toys for good kids. We expect more like us. But night comes and goes away. No one new.
Day has dawned and I'm still in the wicker trunk where he keeps us. It's been quiet for so long I'm getting worried. Did he forgot us? Did the magic man come finally with new friends to play? I hear shouts and screams of delight, and laughter right after that. He comes running and take the trunk out into the terrace. And then I hear it for the first time and I know what it is. Water! At last! Did he find the shore?
He grabs me fast and takes the boat. I can't see anything from here. And then he does it. I'm on the boat, and the boat is floating! The sea! I'm at the sea, for the first time, where I'm supposed to be! He is fascinated! He watches the boat floating with surprised eyes! He makes it sail and I love it. I fell into the water and I feel its touch, refreshingly sweet!
He pulls me up and down and under! We play all day and I'm soaking wet. I'm tired but happy! I own a my own sea. I go to sleep again and I dream of bubbles, ducks and mousses and a word he often repeated today: Disney's Pool. Is it the name of my sea?
I can't help but smile.
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Oh my gosh, Gaston!!! That is so awesome! What a great idea! And you wrote it so well, I was totally captivated. If this is just the first part, I can't wait to hear more! :love:
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Captivating!! Very cool idea Gaston. :)
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Thank you guys! It has been very emotional for me!
Im glad you like it!
Yes bb, more to come! :love:
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Gaston this was definately the most captive and movable piece of writting I have read in ... months!!! This is excellent!!! The details with which your pirate describes his adventures and his feelings are so fullfiling!!! I love it!!!
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Please more!!!
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I absolutely LOVE IT Gaston!
...bookmarked!!!
I am a bit fearfull for some of the coming episodes, I can imagine some of the things that might happen and it makes me sad...
Looking forward to it though!
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Gaston
This was a beautiful story to read, I can hardly wait for more installments. Quite a heart tug piece.
kaethe
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Thanks, all of you guys!
More Diary to come soon! :wave:
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Lovely story Gaston. :love:
Very beautiful.
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Nice! they do something similar ('short stories' to be more precise) on the Spanish forum, and they even run a monthly contest! :D
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really?
well... this will not be short! :lol: :lol: :lol:
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really?
well... this will not be short! :lol: :lol: :lol:
it's not literally short - 'short story' is the Spanish translation of micro-relatos (a 'relato' is much longer ;) )
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The imagination of our Friend Gaston is limitless :woohoo:
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Excellent. I am looking forward to future installments.
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January 1980
Dear Diary:
We are on the road. I got a glimpse of a huge rare green vessel with weird looking barrels underneath. Gaston and his “grown ups” are going to the beach and he is taking some of us with him. I don’t know what the beach is but he is so excited that we all get excited too. It is a long trip but we finally get there.
He has a different kind of terrace here. This kid is so lucky. “We” are so lucky! All is green and soft to the touch. The air is different and still. Is it salty? Day goes away fast and night unfurls its starry gown. I have never seen so many stars in my life! I could sail with this sky as a map!
Excitement is at its most! He touches soft, warm soil and he makes me touch it too. “Sand!” he tells me, and off he runs to take some twigs. He builds me up a tropical island and puts me there to rest. I can hear a buzz surrounding us, but it is sand I see and nothing else.
After my short nap he takes me up, he takes my boat and run. My island is behind, in front, I just can’t see. And then he sits me gently on my boat and I’m surprised by the show in front of me. Water everywhere my eyes can reach, waves, foam, shells, endless sky and distant shores.
He makes me sail my little boat. The water rocks me left and right. This is heaven, I could guess.
Could I have a bigger smile please?
January 1982
Dear Diary:
Today is our birthday again. A few like this have past. My kid is growing fast. I’m still the same. A new crew has arrived. Some exciting group with a strange baby animal and a dark faced guy. They bring some modern equipment and shiny new clothes. That’s so much more exciting than this black handicapped pirate that I am. Gaston loves this man with the strange face and keeps a special place for him too.
That special place can’t be that special if so many of us have owned it. I must be worn out.
I’m completely naked now. I think I lost all that I had…I think I haven’t been out much… I think I think too much.
He lets me rest a lot, and so, I watch him play. A daily sweet torture to hope for, and to endure.
I smile.
July 1985
Dear Diary:
Not much have changed for me. It is as time has frozen, holding me in its icy embrace. A lot like me have come and gone over the years. And though it seems it should; nothing changes.
He loves us all he says and leaves us here to sleep. I dream of him and my own owned sea. I dream of sand and island twigs.
Do I still have a smile?
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Poor pirate :'( He really does think too much. Please PM me and tell me if there is a happy ending for this pirate. Your story telling is too good, Gaston. I can't cope :'(
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Every pirate has the end they deserve :glasses:
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Could I have a bigger smile please?
:love: :love: :love: The best line! :love: :love: :love:
The rest of the story is really good too! :)
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Poor pirate... that makes me want to open that box of old klickes with no accessories whatsoever and dress them all up and line them at the shelve!
So moving your story is Gaston!!!
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Gaston, this story is soooo AWESOME!!! Very moving. Can't wait to hear more; you have me on the edge of my seat!
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:love: :love: :love: The best line! :love: :love: :love:
The rest of the story is really good too! :)
thank you toyologist ;D
Poor pirate... that makes me want to open that box of old klickes with no accessories whatsoever and dress them all up and line them at the shelve!
Thank you Panos! You should free them! :love:
Gaston, this story is soooo AWESOME!!! Very moving. Can't wait to hear more; you have me on the edge of my seat!
thank you bb, Im glad this story touches a little the heart of people! hopefully it will become a "Playmofriends Classic" :lol:
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I'm sure this story has already been responsible for freeing many clickys from plastic and cardboard prisons!
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I'm sure this story has already been responsible for freeing many clickys from plastic and cardboard prisons!
Im head of the FTC party so mission accomplished then
(Free the clickies) :lol:
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Oh Gaston, This is so moving, :wow:
From your description I can really picture it all.
I can't wait to hear more.
Elaine (http://www.anchoredbygrace.com/smileys/mgqueen.gif)
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I really am on the edge of my seat to see what happens next, I wanna know! :o
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Thanks a lot Elaine and Wot! More to come soon. ;D
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You are such a wonderful Storyteller Gaston :wave:
Karim :)
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:love: :love: :love: The best line! :love: :love: :love:
you are a great writer, this is absolutely the best line.
kaethe
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I don't know how I missed this thread ??? This is so beautifully written, so sad and yet still I smile. Though pictures are nice, the story isn't lacking from not having any because it is so descriptive, and in many ways it is suiting for the story. Thanks for sharing this with us, and I look forward to the rest. Yes, bound to be a classic :clap: :clap: :clap:
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Thanks a lot Karim Kaethe and Jenna! I really appreciate it.
I too think that pics are not needed. In fact I couldn't imagine this project with pictures.....though... there will be a surprise. ;) ;) ;)
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Thank you,thank you so much i have returned many years in the past.My first was a Knight that it had managed to survive until the time i was married and moved to my new home.Somewhere in the transfer i lost it.
:'(
I hope your pirate to have a pirate end! :wave:
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SO AWESOME!!
I will show this to my wife, I am sure she'll love it as well. SO sad...but a reality all the same...this has given me great inspiration for a photo story.
Im head of the FTC party so mission accomplished then
(Free the clickies) :lol:
I want to be in...do you have T-shirts?
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SO AWESOME!!
I will show this to my wife, I am sure she'll love it as well. SO sad...but a reality all the same...this has given me great inspiration for a photo story.
I want to be in...do you have T-shirts?
Thank you Grangel and Gis.
No t-shirts yet. It is a onep erson mevemento so far. Two if you are in.
btw I own all the copyrights for all my creations. Lurkers watch out!
:lol: :lol: :lol:
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I want in! We should have T-shirts made at cafepress. :lol:
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We could create a Facebook group...would that be reason enough for you to join FB bb?
*WARNING* thread derailing alert! *WARNING*
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You're right we're getting off topic. ;D So I can't answer about facebook! :-X
:P
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Beautiful story of a Klicky's life! The raw emotion of newness, discoveries, then followed by isolation while watching their owner grow up, & moving on to different interests. You have caught the true feelings of how a Klicky's life plays out, well done Gaston, well done! :wow:
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Beautiful story of a Klicky's life! The raw emotion of newness, discoveries, then followed by isolation while watching their owner grow up, & moving on to different interests. You have caught the true feelings of how a Klicky's life plays out, well done Gaston, well done! :wow:
Thanx a lot Bill, I really appreciate it. ;D
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Beautiful
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Thank you Tim! ;D
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It reminds me a bit of the Toy Story movies. I always felt sorry for Mr. Potato Head until he found a wife in Ms. Potato Head.
We are all praying for a happy ending, but alas, most kids do outgrow their toys.
The good news is that we parents bring those toys back to life by befriending so many PM people! Thanks for the story...it is so touching! :'( :'(
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I'm holding out hope for a happy ending! There's a lot of people here who never have gotten over their toys at all. Or who got over them and then went back to them.
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It reminds me a bit of the Toy Story movies. I always felt sorry for Mr. Potato Head until he found a wife in Ms. Potato Head.
We are all praying for a happy ending, but alas, most kids do outgrow their toys.
The good news is that we parents bring those toys back to life by befriending so many PM people! Thanks for the story...it is so touching! :'( :'(
That's why arrangments should be made for heirs of collections! ;)
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Bill, A great point! It is already in my will! Other folks include their pets, so toys are my pets!
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I've never even thought about, if Chris and I die at the same time, what would happen to our collections! We're young, but anyone can get in a car wreck.
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If your looking for volunteers ..... ;)
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:lol:
So Gaston, when can we expect the next diary entry? ;D
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Bill, A great point! It is already in my will! Other folks include their pets, so toys are my pets!
Excellent! :)9
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:lol:
So Gaston, when can we expect the next diary entry? ;D
mmm... I think next weekend... :toot:
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:yippee: :yippee: :yippee:
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Waiting patiently.
kaethe
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Is it next weekend yet? Is it? Is it? :(
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Is it next weekend yet? Is it? Is it? :(
I think it is .... :toot:
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We're waiting! ;D
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Is it next weekend yet? Is it? Is it? :(
Bad Mum,
You sound like a kid now, for sure!
Is it, is it, is it! Boy does that drive a parent absolutely insane or what!
Isn't it great to be a kid again and play with real toys this go around instead of plain old sticks and stones!!!
HeHeHe, Pgal :lol: :lol: :lol:
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i couldn't keep my promise sorry.
So I'll just say "soon". ;)
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:( :( :( :'( :'( :hissyfit:
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Well, you spent your time well on that wonderful photo story, so we'll forgive you. ;) But we'll be waiting! ;D
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December 1986
Dear Diary:
The magic man has come again and shook our world completely. A new version of us came with him. “Ostronats” Gaston calls them. They are the apple of his eye. I’m so jealous to share my kid with them. They are just like me! What is it that he sees in them? Their shiny clothes? Their weird swords and vessels? Oh yes! They’ve come with a vessel. No sails though. Strange looking thing. Horrible really.
Gaston always said I was going to have my own ship, where I could travel my private sea, and be Captain of my own crew. But I haven’t gotten it yet. Maybe it’s still at the docks under construction! Maybe soon I’ll have my ship. I hope I have my ship!
But these big-headed ones already have one, and Gaston loves it, and loves them too. I get to sleep a lot and rest lately. From time to time I get to see them play. I wish I could join them, but there seems to be no place for me in the game.
I watch. I sleep. I smile.
May 1987
Dear Diary:
I’m glad that I survived. A few days ago, after too much” being in the trunk”, we felt the trunk moved. The lid was opened and light came in. We saw his face looking down at us. We were extremely happy to see him again but we all stood still, eyes fixed in front, steady smile.
But he wasn’t alone and they took us all out. “We are going to play again” we thought! They divided us in two groups. Gaston gave a group to his friend and he took the other. He kept me on his side and I thought I was going to be captain of my own army at last! They made two fortresses out of shoe boxes and stuff. They were at each side of the room. They placed us all strategically in our fortresses.
“I should be in front, for I’m the captain of this army!” I thought. But he took me and put me at the back, hidden, where I was hard to spot. “He cares!” I thought. “He doesn’t want me to be hurt”
And then they aimed and started to shoot! Real canon bullets! The point was to leave no one standing up. And so I got it. I was the easiest to fall down, for my only leg. So I got to be at the back.
One by one my friends were hit. One by one they fell. I couldn’t help but watch. I couldn’t help but hear the laughter.
I fought hard against it but I couldn’t help but smile.
November 1989
Dear Diary:
We must locked up somewhere else now. It’s very dark in here and sometimes stuffy and too hot. It’s very rare to see him around. He looks quite different every time we see him. His factions got harder, and his hair longer, but he has the same look in his eyes. The same look that my kid had.
I miss him so much.
The playing days are all gone and done. The “ostronats” are here as well. All cramped. All together. All the same.
And so time stopped.
Smiles did not.
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Dear Gaston :wave:
You have a real talent for writing and taking us along with you in your stories :love:
Karim :)
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Oh, so sad! :'( :'( :'( Poor little pirate klicky.
Gaston, this is so gripping; you are soooo good at writing stories!
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Thank you very much karim and bb! that was fast! :lol:
Thank you both!
bb don't worry.... I told you, every pirate gets what they deserve in the end. ;)
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Poor pirate klicky... I really felt sad for him... I hope he gets what he deserves at the end!!!! And somehow I am sure he will!! ;D
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Such beautiful narration, Gaston. So sad :'(
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Thank you Panos and Jenna...if he doesn't know sadness ... how will he know what hapiness is? ;)
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I agree with you on the fact that Pirates were living their lives as burning candle everyday at the time not knowing whether they would still be alive the next day or not and this is what was making them Pirates :)
Karim :)
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Gaston, I was just reading over this again, and it's so fantastic! :love: :love: :love: I can't wait to hear the next diary entries. I want to see this pirate finally get his own ship!
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I can't wait to hear the next diary entries.
Yeah, keep it up!
Great stories, Gaston! :clap: :clap: :clap:
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Very lovely story, a poet writing prose, my compliments, can't wait for more diary's.
My guess, hope, would be that the pirate has a nice place in a victorian mansion with his hat on a custom made hatstand! :)
:wave: Jan
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Bravo Gaston!!!!! I can hardly wait for the curtain to rise again on the next act.
kaethe
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Thank you guys fir the compliments and the encouragement.
I need to find the inspiration to finish the story. I really knoe how it continues but I need to be in the mood to write. :)
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I only just read this today, really reminds me of when I was putting together my brother and eldest sister their playmobil.
Especially the sorry state the pirate ship was in was rather depressing. :(
The old pirates, along with a crew of old soldiers where the old clickies I used most, the others not that much. Great thing is that the old clickies are so versatile.
I just had to try and restore as much of the pirate ship's glory as possible, sadly its still without sails, flags and some other broken parts, but it does feel like its doing the clickies justice again. I still keep it like this stored on top of the box that holds all that old playmobil.
(http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac337/Rhalius/playmobil011-1.jpg)
Not intending to steal the thread or anything, just showing the fate of other old pirates, who since a few weeks have a reason to smile again. :)