Writers Thread

[mimiloveswdw]

Fairywings (I don't know your name..) that was really good! I could really see the characters, even though they only had a few sentences each. Really liked it!!

 

[LionKingDramaQueen]

Loved it, fairywings That was awesome!

 

[mimiloveswdw]

I don't want to post mine first I'm scared it will be inadequate

 

[Fairywings]

Fairywings (I don't know your name..) that was really good! I could really see the characters, even though they only had a few sentences each. Really liked it!!

Loved it, Caitlyn!! That was awsum!!

Thanks guys!

 

[softball chick]

Ok I'll be the first to post my DHI story:

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“Es un mundo pequeño…it’s a small world after all…”

There it was again, getting louder and louder with each breath I took. I had always been slightly creeped out by the dolls in Small World, but I never thought I’d see the day that one was trying to kill me. Then again, I never thought I’d be pulled into the Magic Kingdom at one in the morning as a hologram either.

I looked around me, frantically trying to come up with my next move. That’s when I seriously began to regret my decision to hide in the castle. It’s not like I’d be able to duck into the Royal Table at this hour – it was just me, an open archway, and a prayer that something or someone would come save me. Secretly I hoped it would be Joe. He would come find me, lift me in his arms and run me down Main Stre…

God what am I doing? I thought. Yes it’s true that I may have developed some feelings for Joe through our late night adventures (can you call these things adventures?), but a moment where death is within reach probably isn’t the best time to be thinking about him. But still.

And that’s when I heard it. Footsteps. The singing had stopped and all I heard were footsteps getting closer and closer to me. The Small World dolls didn’t sound like this – they sound like metal bunnies hopping everywhere they go. It must be Joe!!! I thought as I peered around the corner to get a better glimpse. I’m finally saf…

At that moment, I felt a pair of hands grab my arms, pinning me to the ground. I tried to see who was holding me, but before I could someone placed a bag over my head. I struggled against their firm grip for a moment, and then everything went black.

 

[Fairywings]

Okay, here's my DHI tale. It's a bit more commando than the other DHIs, so if it seems rough, it's okay.

I thought the Twilight Zone theme should be playing as I tried to simply stroll as I went nervously towards the castle. Right down the middle of empty, deserted Main Street. You're probaby wondering why I'm nervous. Just keep reading. You'll get it later.

I swerved to the left and into Adventureland. I walked tensely through Adventureland and into Frontierland. We were meeting way too close to Haunted Mansion for my taste. But the others wouldn't even consider being on the Tomorrowland side of the park since the catastrophe at Buzz Lightyear.....Damita's t-shirt had been shredded and at school Henry had told me his arm still hurt, which I didn't blame him. It was nearly ripped out of its socket. But meeting in the cue for Big Thunder Mountain worried me. Suppose we got on the train and it became an actual runaway train? But voting's voting.

I went into the queue and waited. Alec showed up a few minutes later, nodding at me. I nodded back. Alec's kinda like Dopey. He doesn't say much, but I can still understand him. Well, we. But I'll get to that in a minute.

Damita came in a short time later, in a non shredded shirt of course.

"Any burns?" I asked.

"Just one thank goodness. And Mama didn't see it or she'd freak." I'd met Damita's mother once before and she was a bit.....flighty. Worried about everything, got nervous easily......not always good for Damita.

I grunted sympathetically. I'd been burnt on my shoulder but I hadn't told anyone. My shirt had been black and it hadn't burnt a really big hole or anything. I glancced up and I noticed Alec looking at me. Not like what you're thinking, and not questioningly. More like he was sizing me up, trying to figure out something. For the first time I wondered if he knew something. I could never let the group know how hurt I really was. I was the leader. I couldn't show weakness.

I was saved by Henry coming in, followed by Vivien. I wondered what the clacking noise was, and I looked at our feet, expecting Vivien to have high heels.

It wasn't Vivien. Henry was wearing cowboy boots. Cowboy boots. What had possessed him to wear cowboy boots? He knew we had to be sneaky. Cowboy boots click clack all over the place. But before I could admonish him, Damita put a hand on my shoulder. I think she knew what I was mad at. My death glares switched back and forth between Damita and Henry. Damita kept giving me warning glances, and Henry looked thoroughly confused.

Pyotr finally showed up almost 20 minutes late. I wanted to groan in frustration.

Instead I said coolly, "Glad you could join us." I sounded like a teacher. Pyotr just looked atr me. Vivien through me a glance and stepped over to Pyotr and began flirting with him. Flirting. Of all the French girls in America, why let Vivien be a DHI? I rolled my eyes and scowled.

"You okay?" Damita put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched. Her fingers were right on the burn. She didn't seem to notice it. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. "Vivien's just doing it to grab Pyotr's attention, not to annoy you. If you're bothered by it, and you're not the only one, bring the court to order," Damita continued in a low voice.

I nodded. I clapped loudly. They turned toward me. "All right. This isn't a social gathering people. We're trying-"

"To break into a high security, highly dangerous Overtaker base, we know. We know how important this is. This is how we're dealing with the pressure. We're keeping calm. We're not getting angry and irritable over small things and snapping at anyone who touches them. Unlike some people." We all stared at Alec. That was the longest thing he'd even said. And in truth I hadn't thought about that. I slowly felt my face getting hot. I never blush.

"And," he continued, "you don't always have to hide it when you get hurt. I know you got burnt on your shoulder."

I became an even darker red. "How doid you- I mean, why would you think that?"

He glanced at me coolly. "I'm very observant. After we left Buzz Lightyear, you kept rubbing yor shoulder. In class you winced when you put on your backpack. Tonight you've been keeping as still as you can and you bit your lip when Damita put her hand on your shoulder."

He was observaant. I must remind mysself to be more unobtrusive. I coughed quietly. "Anyway, so, we have to go through Cinderella Castle and into Fantasyland. Then we'll come around to Tomorrowland and into Space Mountain. Okay, here are your assignments. Vivien, you'll distract any guards and bring them away from the entrance."

"Why do I have to be the bait?" she whined.

"They'll react more to a pretty face. The rest of us could look like piratesz frrom the pirates ride. You're way too pretty." She looked angry and pleased at once somehow.

"Henry, you nearly got your arm torn out by Zurg. You're staying hidden as watch. Damita, you're the scout."

"What? I'm perfectly fine!" Henry protested.

I scowled. "Fine, you be scout. But we'll change plans. Henry, you'll be hiding. Once Vivien comes running towards you, you'll help her take out the guards. Then get to the peoplemover thing and the two of you will scout. Damita, you take watch. Find a tree or something. I'm taking Pyotr and Alec and we're going in. Henry, if we're taking a long time, take Vivien and come in after us. Everyone got it?"

They nodded seriously. We didn't have to discuss anything else. We made the codes after our first encounter with Overtakers. We left Big Thunder Mountain and walked into Adventure land. We kept to the shadows. Pirates patrolled when it got late. Earlier they were still hiding from cast members. We made to main street. I saw Cinderella moving around in the suite in the castle. Something about it made me smile. I guess she really does live there, like I thought when I was a child.
We kept moving into Tommorowland. I tried to keep my breathing steady. I prayed silently that our plan would work. Then we split up. The plan was in action.

 

[mimiloveswdw]

Caitlyn and Kelly, those were really good! I'm scared to post mine Oh well, here we go...I apologize for the length..I never know when to stop

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I was alone. In a place that welcomes thousands upon thousands of people into its gates every day, I was completely alone.
Yet I was surrounded. My glowing arms were raised above my head, and I stood in the center of an ever-growing circle of sneering, glaring villains all crowding towards me. I stood on the bridge between the Hub and Adventureland, and there was no obvious way to escape. I turned my head and saw, at a quick glance, the likes of those that scare children, and were still scaring me, at sixteen. Of course, children never stood face-to-face with Jafar or Hades themselves.

More were coming from all sides. How are they all finding me? I had seen villains in the parks after dark before, but never in numbers like these. I heard a splash to my left and looked quickly: Ursula and Bruce the shark were rising out of the river to take a look. I guess that escape route was out of the question.

I had nothing to say. After nights of adventures with the other DHIs, during which we would yell it up just to annoy the bumbling villains, I couldn’t speak from fear. We could handle them easily when they were alone. But now I was the one who was alone.

Or so I thought.

The villains were all focused on me, but I was focused on finding an escape. I looked near Crystal Palace and I thought I saw a green light dash between two bushes.

There was no mistaking it: that was a DHI. I hoped they weren’t alone, because two of us couldn’t handle this many villains. There must be at least 15. Just as I thought this, I saw another green flash crouch behind some hedges in the Hub. I saw another farther off, rounding the corner by Casey’s. I was careful to not show relief on my face, because then I would be taken quicker.

The DHI by the Crystal Palace got closer and I could see who it was. It was Zach, and even though I usually dread working with his sarcasm, I was glad to see him. The other two got as close as they could, and I made eye contact with another: Penny. I didn’t know her that well, but I knew that whenever we needed an answer surrounding Disney trivia, she knew it. I still couldn’t see who the other DHI was, since they needed to remain by the Hub to stay hidden.

Captain Hook was directly in front of me, and he was the first to speak, “So! You thought you could raise mutiny in OUR park, did you?! Well, then, the penalty for that is walking the plank!”

“Excuse me, Captain,” Judge Claude Frollo drawled, “there is no plank for this urchin to walk. I say throw the glowing witch into fire!”

“Fire! Please! The real way to do it is through gunpowder! Shoot her!” said Governor Radcliffe.

“Oh, you imbeciles, you cannot shoot a hologram. You must…eat her,” growled Scar.

As the villains argued about the best way to do me in, the DHIs got closer and closer. Zach made eye contact with me and nodded. I had something to say.

“Um, yeah, hello? While you’re all having a nice little chat, I think I’ll go by my friends now,” I said, finally able to smile.

The villains looked around confused and I ran towards Zach, Penny, and the other DHI. The villains started running towards us, and we ran down Main Street. We reached the firehouse and Zach let us in with a key that we had given months ago, when our adventured started. I collapsed from my exhaustion into an armchair and looked up at the other DHIs. Zach and Penny exchanged a look and then looked at the other DHI, who was staring at the door we just came through.

“Guys. I honestly…can’t thank you enough,” I said, “I mean, there was no way out alone.”

“It’s our pleasure Lilly,” Penny said quietly, “We’re here to help each other.”

I continued to look at the DHI staring at the door…it was a girl, so it had to be Maya, right? She was the only other girl besides Penny and me. But the DHI didn’t look like Maya from the back..in fact, it kind of looked like…

I looked at Zach pointedly, trying to get him to turn the other DHI around. He broke eye contact, and looked at Penny.

“Ah, Penny? As much as I love hearing that Lilly actually owes me her life, I think we need to move this along. It’s time to say it,” he said. Say what exactly, I thought.

“You’re right,” Penny sighed, “Lilly, that was too close tonight. Actually, we’ve been having quite a few very close calls lately. If we’re going to stop the Overtakers, we need time to figure out our plans.”

“Ok, no offense Penny, but I know all this. We’ve been over it,” I said. I was always a bit impatient.

“No, listen. We’ve been working on some new technology and this was the result,” Penny gestured towards the backwards DHI, “This is how we’re going to delay the Overtakers until we can figure out a concrete plan. Zach?”

He walked to the DHI, “Lilly, meet Full-DHI Lilly, or Filly for short.” With that, he turned the DHI around and I came face-to-face with…me. It was the perfect copy of my DHI.

“Can she talk?” I asked, walking around Filly.

Zach snorted, “Like I would want two of you to talk.”

“No, she’s only a look-alike. We can control their movements, like where they walk. We can’t use the Full DHIs too much of course, otherwise the Overtakers will figure it out,” said Penny.

“We have a Full-DHI of every one of us. We’re going to start using them so we can meet in the Firehouse safely when the OT’s think they’re occupied with chasing us,” Zach said proudly.

I couldn’t believe the likeness. Filly even had my posture. It was incredible. After inspecting the Full-DHI, I asked the other DHIs, “Do you guys have any ideas for plans to take down the villains yet?”

“Yes, actually with all the free time I have, I’ve worked out a very complex plan that will save all of us,” Zach said, rolling his eyes, “No, we don’t have any ideas. But…with the Full-DHIs we now have something that can help us as much as any clue.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

Penny smiled, “We have time.”

 

[LionKingDramaQueen]

So far, we have Kelly, Caitlyn, and Erin's story. ARe there any more that want to do it? If not, I will go ahead and announce the winner, so we can start on the next challenge.

 

[LionKingDramaQueen]

Since it appears than no one else would like to submit...I will announce the winner!! ERIN!!!

Congrats!! I'll try to make you something, but idk what yet. I'll PM it to you or something.

If you want too...you can host the next challenge on this thread. You don't have to start a new thread...just post it on here. PM what you wanna do.

By the way!!...I LOVE to PM people, so f you ever have a question or just wanna chat, shoot me a msg!!

 

[Fairywings]

Grats Erin!

Hey, I'd like to run a challenge. I'll PM you, just wanted to tell you first.

 

[mimiloveswdw]

Since it appears than no one else would like to submit...I will announce the winner!! ERIN!!!

Congrats!! I'll try to make you something, but idk what yet. I'll PM it to you or something.

If you want too...you can host the next challenge on this thread. You don't have to start a new thread...just post it on here. PM what you wanna do.

By the way!!...I LOVE to PM people, so f you ever have a question or just wanna chat, shoot me a msg!!

Thanks Abbi!

I'm going to host the next challenge, if that's all right Here it is:

We've all watched countless Disney movies and rooted for the hero. But what if the villain wasn't always..evil? Write about an occurrence in the Disney villain's past that made them who they are.

Just a suggestion: You may want to post what character you're writing about so we don't have duplicates

 

[Fairywings]

Hmm.....I'll do.....Scar.

 

[minniemouse17]

can i do Maleficent?

 

[mimiloveswdw]

can i do Maleficent?

Yep!

 

[Disney~Cutie]

Hmmmmmmmmmm who should I do

 

[Disney~Cutie]

Ursula

 

[minniemouse17]

is there a limit to how long the short story can be? Because mine is pretty long

 

[mimiloveswdw]

is there a limit to how long the short story can be? Because mine is pretty long

I don't think there's a limit..the one I did was about two and a half Word pages

 

[Fairywings]

Here's my story!!!!!!!!


Scar Speaks: I didn't always want power.

So, you think you now everything about me, hm? Well, I'll tell you something. I didn't always want power. I also didn't always have this scar on my face. Surprised? You are quite uninformed.

I was the younger brother, not Mufasa, as you may already know. Which of course means I was never going to be king. But I didn't know that when I was a young cub and I thought it was fun being a prince. How silly I was.

Well, being a prince did have its benefits. I could run around and have fun whenever I liked. And Mufasa hadn't become annoying and pompous yet, so we had fun together. I got the good stuff.

I quickly learned that while Mufasa had strength and speed, I had the smarts. I might not have won every play fight, but when we got into trouble, I was the one who was able to figure out how to get us out of it. Mufasa never appreciated it enough. But I didn't let it bother me.

My world ended the day our father told us Mufasa was to be king. Itr was in our teenage years. My father, Akello, allways favored and doted on Mufasa. I never knew why until that day. I didn't let it bother me. So many things that should have bothered me didn't. I remember the day clearly.

The sun was setting as we finished our feast. Akello turned to Mufasa. "Mufasa, when I die, you shall be king. You are strong, wise, brave and fair. You will be a perfect king." Mufasa stuck out his chest proudly and it took everything I had not to roll my eyes and protest.

What did Akello know? I should be king. I was always the serious one. I never fooled around like my brother did. I was the smart one. Now the best thing I could be was a simple advisor. I felt anger burning in me. I stormed off.

My mother, Mandisa, came to talk to me later, but I would not listen. She knew Akello liked Mufasa better and never told me. I was so angry. The anger, it was scorching. Hate burned in me. I felt so much resentment towards Mufasa and Akello.

I decided I would prove myself the better son. I would be brave and strong. I wanted to kill. So I decided I would go fight something. I snuck out and I quickly picked up the trail of some hyenas. I chased after them, hoping to catch them. And oh, I caught them. But they ambushed me. I fought hard. I think I may have killed one. But they defeated me. They pinned me down and gasve me the scar on my forehead and they left me to die. But I managed to make it back to Pride Rock.

Father was angry, but I didn't really care. Life went on, and I found being a prince less satisfactory everyday. It was boring, for one. Father favoring Mufasa now was so obvious it made me sick. Mufasa became more careless, pompous, and stuck up by the minute. And Mandisa kept trying to tell me good things about not being king, but they were bad really. Because the fight with the hyenas taught me something. If you have power you win, and I wanted power.

The one light in my life was Zoan. She was sort of my girlfriend. She liked me for me and thought Mufasa was arrogant. We hung out all the time. You might call me soft, but I still feel sort of happy when I think of her now. But I don't like to think of her. Too muchpain and anger. After all, it was Mufasa who caused Zoan's death.

Mufasa asked us if we wanted to go out with him. Id didn't want to be near my brother if I didn't have to, but Zoan wanted to go so we went. We were exploring the gorge when there was a stampede. Mufasa was being an idiot and when Zoan went to rescue him, Mufasa was rescued but Zoan was killed. I blamed Mufasa for murdering Zoan ever since. I wished Mufasa had died and Zoan had lived. And Mufasa never apologized. It was always his fault, but he never took responsibility for it. Later he never even remembered. It was the last straw for me. One day he would pay for what he did to Zoan. He would pay for all the injustices. And then I would be king. I would be king for Zoan. And I would kill him in the same way. It would not be a painless death for Mufasa.

I wanted power much more too. I wanted to be powerful. I wanted to make the decisions. I could do so much better than the others. I was desperate for power. I would do anything to get that power. There was so much I could do with that power. I wanted it. I wanted power.

So, now you know the secrets of Scar. An untold story. A prince who never got to be king but deserved to. Another prince who was horrible and yet got everything. A poor lioness who never got to live to adulthood because of someone being careless. Oh, the flaws of royalty.

 

[StarTunnel]

I don't know if she counts as a villain, but I am going to do the woman who turns The Prince into Beast, in Beauty and the Beast. In my story, her name is Miranda.
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The young woman dropped the mirror she held in her hand. The glass shattered, leaving nothing but a gilded frame and handle surrounded by razor sharp shards. The young woman let out a sharp sob and grabbed at her hair, hoping that it in some way would help her regain her composure. Tears stung at the now healing sores that covered her face and neck.

"You were truly lucky Miranda. Such a mild case, it didn't even reach your arms."

Lucky, lucky, lucky...

The word haunted her. How was she lucky? She dragged her fingers across her cheeks, feeling the hardened dimples that now disfigured her. Her choking cries hiccuped through her.
I was never vain... never... The woman thought.
What have I done to deserve this?
A knock sounded at her chamber door.
"Go away!" Miranda screamed. "Leave me be!"
The door swung open anyway. Her suitor entered her bedroom, accompanied by her own chamber maid.
"Mrs. Potts, why have you let him in, I don't wish for visitors." Miranda harshly whispered.
"The Prince merely sought to comfort you." Mrs. Potts assured.
Miranda wasn't convinced, as she knew how demanding and somewhat demeaning the Prince could be.
"Miranda, let's have a look at you." The Prince grumbled, shining a candle in Miranda's face. The Prince recoiled at the sight of the once beautiful woman, who's face was now damaged beyond repair.
Miranda withdrew from candle's light, she wished for nothing more than the Prince to leave. He did just that, without a single word of comfort.
Miranda listened to the hushed voices outside of her chamber door.
"I can not marry her, she's soiled. She is of no use to me." The Prince snarled.
"There are things more important than beauty, she is strong of mind and heart, does that not matter to you?" This voice, Miranda realised, belonged to her mother.
"No it does not. I can find many girls who are strong of mind and heart, but none are as handsome as your daughter. However now that her beauty is out of the question, I feel as if I can find someone more worthy of the Royal name." Footsteps echoed through the mansion as the Prince left Miranda's home. The woman let herself collapse on her bed, soft with goose down.
I do not need a husband. I am of a well to do family, I need no one to provide for me. Miranda reasoned. However, her own words were not enough to assure herself. Miranda knew that she would surely never be accepted. Her beauty had been lost, and she realised that her life had been a lie. She believed people liked her due to her heart, and personality, but instead all they cared about were her looks. The mere thought sickened her. In the middle of the night, she gathered some simple clothes, and some of her most precious jewelery, and packed it in a burlap sack she had taken from the stables long ago. Right before climbing down her terrace, she slipped her engagement ring off of her finger, and placed it gingerly on her pillow. She scaled the wall of her house, using the thick vines that grew as ropes, and before running into the night, she found herself in front of her favorite rose bush. She plucked a single rose, not the biggest, and not the prettiest, but a small, slightly parched looking bud. She held it delicatley in her hands, the only visible part of her body, which was now wrapped in cloaks and scarves, that was not damaged by the disease. She looked to the woods, towards her late friend Winifred's house. Winifred was a witch, and so was Miranda, however no-one knew of this.
He was shallow, and cares not of mind, but of body, and for that, he will pay. And with this thought screaming in her head, Miranda started for the woods, never to be heard of again, or at least, not in her current state.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this story. Here are some facts that were not stated in the story...
*Miranda was stricken with smallpox
*After practicing her witchcraft for a few days, Miranda went and transformed the Prince. She was in fact not an old hag, it was the scars of her face that gave her that appearance.
*Beast did not even recognise her. This proves how little he really knew her.