Werewolf short story

Hey,
I'm working on a short story that I hope to be able to complete by Halloween. Sadly, I'm going through something of a writer's block right now (I'm not the kind of person who knows how to create drama). I was hoping to hear some of your recommendations on it. Shoot me a quick message if You want to hear the plot so far.
Respectfully,
GldnClaw

Not a problem here, long as the content doesn't violate any forum rules. Go ahead and post it! (Or post a link to where it's listed. )

Well if your still writing this or have it written I would like to read

My problem seems to be that I start a page or two of a short story, then never get around to finishing it. Just today I found this little guy from early '08:
Crimson Gora

I thought my son would enjoy a carnival for his birthday. He'd said something about it for the last 2 years and I couldn't let an opportunity pass my by. It was my son Jim's 10th birthday and I wanted to do something special for him making it to double digits.

I was at work pushing paper for a medium electronics company when I came across some special orders a carnival had put in. When We had questions about the specifics were for each order, they somehow knew and called us right then. I'll admit it was a little creepy, but kind of fun. How I came to hire them was interesting indeed. They had no phonebook listing, neither did they have a site anywhere on the internet. I searched in all the places I could think of and could not find a single entry for CG carnivals (the name of the business). What saved me was when they called in on a floating crysal ball I took the call myself.

"Hello? This is CG carnivals right?" I spoke into the receiver, "I'd like to ask you guys a few questions if you don't mind.". The response was silence, followed by a few guttural noises before it somehow cleared up into a familiar male's voice " Yes, this Is CG carnivals. What would you like to know?". The voice seemed so familiar but I continued on " Yes, Would you guys like to put on a show for my son, He's turning 10 and I thougtht a carnival would be something that he'd enjoy. Would you know If I could hire you guys for a day sometime soon?" " Well, We need to know when the little Guy's big day is so we can schedule around that first" "Right, I should have told you that in the first place, sorry. His Birthday is on the 12th I think, that's a week from today." " Looks loike we have that day free, alright the 12th it is. We'll see you then.". It sounded like they were just going to hang up, They had no Idea where I lived or anything else "Hey wait, Don't you need my address or something, maybe even a time to come, and I forgot to ask what all was in your act." a moment of silence again " What's the address? MmmHmm, Yep, alright, 'kay, righty, we'll see you in a week then" after the info was given and prices were told. 2500$ didn't seem too bad for the day, it was Jim's special day and all, so when the carnival was over, I would pay the Ring master by paying that much for a reading by the "Genie". They would have a 2-hour pack-up and would be done by 9pm. I put down the receiver and picked up the cell phone to tell my wife the news.


When the day came I certainly didn't expect it, My son Jim actually told me. He comes running in my room at 5 in the morning with this huge grin on his face and a cotton candy in his hand "Dad!Dad! The Carnival's here!". He certainly let me know by the mess that got on the blankets, there was sticky sugar all over his hands that was with me even after I showered " Hey champ, You gotta let them set up first." I turned to my wife and said " They probably just got here, I'll go see if I need to show them where to set up". I took a quick shower and pulled on some shorts and a "Little league coach" T-shirt and headed outside. I was certainly amazed at what I saw: There was probably 5 acres of buildings set up. I saw a rollerCoaster over to one side, followed by many booths and plenty of other activities. The biggest part of all was the Tent with a 3-ring circus inside. I stood and gaped in awe at the vast expanse of roofs and bright colors "How'd I get so much room in my backyard all of a sudden, I hired the 2500$ version, right?" "Honey, You need to come see this.". Just then Jim ran past me in his Pajamas and yelled in delight " Thankyou dad, thankyou Mom, I love you both soooooooooooooooooo muuuuuuuuuccccchhhhhhh!!!!! WHOOOOOO!!!" or something to that extent, he was already in the middle of the vast expanse of tents and booths, running from spot to spot looking at each of the activities to do.

Just then what could only be described as an electric wind came at the back of my neck, and I turned around to see a man dressed in a mustard suit and top hat. At his side was a vibrant green gecko in a plastic cage. "How do you like it?" he said without moving his lips. Strange, he must be a ventriloquist of sorts, but the oddest thing was that I recognized the voice. " Yes, this is the 2500$ version you asked for by the way". I stared hard at his lips until my wife pulled me back (apparently, I was leaning in close to the man). "It's alright, everyone thinks it's him the first time around too". The voice was coming from the cage "and yes, I do look like the Geico mascot, so please stop looking at the man and turn this way please". My wife and I squatted and peered into the cage to find that the Gecko was sitting in a small chair of sorts. In a holder nearby, there was a pen and a 3x5 sized piece of paper "This is the contract you need to sign. Basically" The Gecko crossed his legs leaned back a bit "It says that You won't hurt, or anger any of the said 'Attractions' of our carnival and that you will pay at the end". I was still amazed at the fact that the Gecko was talking; but nevertheless, I signed on the line and handed it back to the Gecko whose outstretched hand took it and put it in a small filing cabinet in the back part of the cage " Now that that's over with, ON WITH THE SHOW". Just then hundreds of fireworks shot up and sizzled out in the blink of an eye.

It was 7 o'clock when all of the kids arrived. I had forgotten how many friends Jim had and was surprised at the number that had came: there was somewhere around 100 kids traveling in groups of five, that was my Wife's idea, to each of the booths. In the 2 hours between, I had personally checked out many of the games, shows, activities, and treats that the kids could do. Most were for the kids, but a few were for the parents to do while waiting to pick them up. One in particular caught my eye 'Trandish: Genie of the year'. "Trandish? that is quite a name to live up to" I said silently to myself. I walked up to the booth and stood at the entrance to a small tent that was connected to it. A sign on the left read "Enter, and know that I already know what you want" and in rather small writing beneath " I'll ask questions just to humor you o.k?". "O.K" I agreed and pushed aside the maroon tent flap.

There were rugs of many assortments at my feet and wall hangings everywhere around the tent. In the middle is what looked like an excecutive-style desk, bare top with the exception of a black oak Lamp, polished to a shine. It was one of the Oil Lamps that you would see in any Arabian (or Jewish for that matter) gift shop. This part, I knew what was expected of me to do. I rubbed the lamp and set it back down on the desk with the expectation for something to happen. I waited, and waited, and rubbed it again and waited, starting to get bored. "Stop fondling the thing" a voice came from... somewhere. A figure materialized in the seat behind the desk, filing his nails and blowing on them from time to time " Stupid movie stigmas" he muttured under his breath and turned his gaze towards me. "So what is it that you do" I asked in a polite voice "To be honest, I do some fortune telling" "but you're a genie." "yes, I am a genie". I had been standing this entire time and was starting to get tired "How does this work, Do I need a chair to sit while you read a palm or something?" I looked behind me for a chair, but none appeared. "All you have to do is lie on the floor here and I will tell you some things" he said in a weary tone like he had said it thousands of times before.

I stretched myself on one of the rugs and looked up at the striped ceiling of the tent. The genie was somehow floating over to a spot in front of me and got on the floor. " So the Invisifloater was on of the things you bought from us right?" I said pointing to the floating mist where his feet should be. "What? All we bought were a couple of lightbulbs and hairdryers." I saw what he was trying to get at " Sorry, I need to keep the Illusion so that it seems real to the kids. I got ya?". The genie rolled his eyes "Yeah, Whatever. So you wanted a reading right?". "Sure, Shall I have you read my past or predict my future?" I replied. "I'm thinking you want your future after I've proved my legitimacy by telling your past to you". I thought about it for a moment "Yeah, that would prove something... Only if it is something that people couldn't already find out about me, You know, like personal thoughts and stuff". "Alright..." the genie looked at me straight-faced " You never told anyone, but You have always found that the Fat Chicks are the ones with great personalities; Furthermore, You like the girls that are extremely curteous and soft-spoken. When you were 6 you knew Your kindergarten teacher was really a man, when you walked in to find him shaving his 5 o'clock shadow. You never kept a journal so that these embarassing events could never be found out by your wife or kids.... and... you want 2 more kids (a boy and a girl) so that the boys can beat up the boyfriends that are mean to the girl.". ....."Alright, You've proved that you are really someone that can know those things (Did you want me to pay you guys some more, because I certainly will now.)... Did you still want to do my future?".

"I have to tell you, the future is a little more consuming that what I did then so...." "So what? Do you need a minute to rest or something? I can come back later then". "No, It's because You aren't going to like it as much.... Don't ask me for advice for solving the problems that you're going to have ok?" he said in more of a hushed whisper that made my eyes dart to the corners of the room. " O.K, I promise. What is in my future?". The Genie grew a little anxious "You know what? You should have something to eat first. You look a little hungry." He said poffering a Hotdog that must have appeared in his hands while I blinked. It was just there all of a sudden, without warning. At that moment I realized that there could be a catch to this whole future prediction thing. "Hey pal, You aren't going to ask for credit information or charge me 12 thousand for the hotdog right?". I eyed him closely and took a look at the hotdog in his hand: juicy and plump beef in Warm Oven baked bread. " NO, Not at all!. You just looked hungry." I took the hotdog and proceeded to enjoy it for a minute while The genie relaxed some.

"Now that You've eaten and I've relaxed, Let's get started" He closed his eyes and sat Indian-style, crossing his mist and starting a humm. "Remember: Sarcasm and Magic are the death of us all....You will not like many of the events that will happen today, Be sure to be cordial to everyone that you meet. Hmmm.....No matter what, You must win at the tetherball game today, They will cheat and lie much...hmm... Fire is the best way out... There is no more that I can tell you" His eyes fluttered open and he looked my way "How did your reading go?" he said with a grin. I was incredulous (did this guy not know what he just said? "What? You can't remember what you said just 20 seconds ago?". "I cannot remeber any of the predictions that I have ever made.... It is the sad defect in my predictions". Moments of silence followed, I stared at him waiting for him to break it off and say "Nah, I was just kiddin. Don't eat the ham" or something like that... but it never came. "Your a regular Miss Cleo aren't ya?" I said, Dripping with sarcasm "You should start picking up the accent, so you can do it for foreigners". "Stop It, I cannot stand you any longer! You will have to pay in more ways that one when this carnival is over" . WIth that, He poked my eyes Three Stooges style and was gone.

When I could see through the stars, I walked out of the tent. "Right." I said and took a step over the last rug. I really had an urge to pee.

Hmm I'm not sure what you are going for.

This was an unrelated story of mine. No connections to Werewolves whatsoever. Heck, I can't even remember where I was going with it.

Hahaha well thats normal I think.

I started RP'ing with another fur a few days ago. We used one of the stories I was starting to write as a base to use. http://sunshineley.deviantart.com/#/d4l7o7p

GldnClaw wrote:I started RP'ing with another fur a few days ago. We used one of the stories I was starting to write as a base to use. http://sunshineley.deviantart.com/#/d4l7o7p

I havn't done a really good Rp in a while. Though...I really suck at it >.< The only good one was with my friend and that had to have lasted 10months or more >.< With like 1000+ posts a day.

Each of our posts take roughly 10 minutes each. The average time we've spent was about 3 hours a day (it was winter break)

Jezz sounds more like story writing not Rping >.<

Yeah, she has her own style. The progress is a little slow, but I kind of enjoy it.

I tried Rping with a friend and she wrote like 6 paragraphs took over my character and everthing I looked at the notebook ripped out the pages threw them away and said Nvm.