Very imaginative!!! I like the way you look at it in quite some detail from one perspective and then give some intriguing hints as to the other 2! Are you thinking of doing a more detailed version for each of the other 2 perspectives?
Since you take some requests, would you consider illustrating the following story and filling the blanks in with a name for the male character I have not named?
Indigo Bush
___ lay awake all night thinking. He was too agitated and too wound-up to sleep. The isolation had begun last November and he had a lot of pent-up energy and tension and, well . . . However, one of the thoughts he kept having was that acting now might be premature and that that could blow it forever. This was a delicate matter that required sensitivity and patience. As the tropical sun began to rise, he rolled over and looked and inhaled deeply and resolved tentatively to go for it. The sight he beheld was just so alluring that he had to do more than think, think, wait. “Brandi!” he called gently and for the first time to the only other person on the island, the only other person who had been on the yacht with him when its hull was penetrated by the rocky peninsula of an otherwise perfect island paradise that, to ___’s and Brandon’s consternation at the time, did not appear on the charts. ___’s now full-lipped, now smooth-skinned, now long-haired companion stirred and produced a little sigh but did not wake up. ___ started to think that that meant that it wasn’t meant to be – at least not yet and, maybe, never. ___ started to think about what he had already done and why he had done it. He had not made Brandon eat those legumes (extremely rare everywhere else in the world). He had just refrained from sharing his botanical knowledge that they contained high amounts of estrogenoids. Well, and after a few weeks on the island, he had told Brandon that they were a particularly good source of nutrition. Well, and he spent a lot of time foraging for more to give to Brandon. Maybe, he should have told Brandon before the effects started just what those effects might be but Brandon actually seemed to appreciate it when ___ came back to camp with the herbs and other foods that ___ was becoming increasingly reliable at providing. In fact, he was pretty sure that a bit of a twinkle rose to Brandon’s eye whenever Brandon said “Thank you!” for whatever ___ did to be helpful or supportive or a good provider. ___ thought it had been risky, the day before, when he offered Brandon an orchid he had come back to camp with. He tried to do it in such a way that he could laugh it off as “just a joke” if it didn’t go over well with Brandon but Brandon had smiled, sniffed the flower, twirled it by its stem between his fingertips and then stuck it in his hair. Was all that meant as joke or was ___ really managing to make a new kind of connection with his shipmate? ___ still had qualms. He was manipulating a friend into being something he wasn’t or, at least, hadn’t been before but, then, this would be to their mutual benefit. It wasn’t selfish! There was no reason to believe that they would ever have any kind of human contact again besides what the two of them could give to and receive from each other. Brandi and ___ would be able to live a life that Brandon and ___ just wouldn’t. They both needed that kind of intimacy and ___ would be able to provide it to Brandi in ways he couldn’t have provided it to Brandon. ___ thought about populating the island. It wasn't realistic to imagine that anything he ever did with Brandi would ever result in her being impregnated but, ___, said to himself, that was no reason not to try really hard for it! Just as ___ was thinking this, ___’s now rosy-cheeked, helpmate stretched and moaned and a long, smooth leg and a pair of shoulders emerged from under the blanket. ___’s jaw dropped and he couldn’t say anything. But Brandi smiled and spoke, “Mmmmm, hi, Handsome! I just had a wonderful dream!” then pouted “You’re so far away. Come warm me up!” Brandi lifted the blanket invitingly and ___ was surprised to see just how effective the diet he had gotten Brandon on had been.
This probably sounds dumb, but I'd really like a part 2. Like, does the POV character eventually give up. Does he become the family dog as Jess and Ivy have a kid. Does the POV character get old and die Young (for a human). Does he age like a dog. I have soo many questions...
Very imaginative!!! I like the way you look at it in quite some detail from one perspective and then give some intriguing hints as to the other 2! Are you thinking of doing a more detailed version for each of the other 2 perspectives?
ReplyDeletefj
Probably not going to do the other perspectives, sorry!
DeleteSince you take some requests, would you consider illustrating the following story and filling the blanks in with a name for the male character I have not named?
ReplyDeleteIndigo Bush
___ lay awake all night thinking. He was too agitated and too wound-up to sleep. The isolation had begun last November and he had a lot of pent-up energy and tension and, well . . .
However, one of the thoughts he kept having was that acting now might be premature and that that could blow it forever. This was a delicate matter that required sensitivity and patience.
As the tropical sun began to rise, he rolled over and looked and inhaled deeply and resolved tentatively to go for it. The sight he beheld was just so alluring that he had to do more than think, think, wait.
“Brandi!” he called gently and for the first time to the only other person on the island, the only other person who had been on the yacht with him when its hull was penetrated by the rocky peninsula of an otherwise perfect island paradise that, to ___’s and Brandon’s consternation at the time, did not appear on the charts. ___’s now full-lipped, now smooth-skinned, now long-haired companion stirred and produced a little sigh but did not wake up.
___ started to think that that meant that it wasn’t meant to be – at least not yet and, maybe, never.
___ started to think about what he had already done and why he had done it. He had not made Brandon eat those legumes (extremely rare everywhere else in the world). He had just refrained from sharing his botanical knowledge that they contained high amounts of estrogenoids. Well, and after a few weeks on the island, he had told Brandon that they were a particularly good source of nutrition. Well, and he spent a lot of time foraging for more to give to Brandon. Maybe, he should have told Brandon before the effects started just what those effects might be but Brandon actually seemed to appreciate it when ___ came back to camp with the herbs and other foods that ___ was becoming increasingly reliable at providing. In fact, he was pretty sure that a bit of a twinkle rose to Brandon’s eye whenever Brandon said “Thank you!” for whatever ___ did to be helpful or supportive or a good provider. ___ thought it had been risky, the day before, when he offered Brandon an orchid he had come back to camp with. He tried to do it in such a way that he could laugh it off as “just a joke” if it didn’t go over well with Brandon but Brandon had smiled, sniffed the flower, twirled it by its stem between his fingertips and then stuck it in his hair. Was all that meant as joke or was ___ really managing to make a new kind of connection with his shipmate? ___ still had qualms. He was manipulating a friend into being something he wasn’t or, at least, hadn’t been before but, then, this would be to their mutual benefit. It wasn’t selfish! There was no reason to believe that they would ever have any kind of human contact again besides what the two of them could give to and receive from each other. Brandi and ___ would be able to live a life that Brandon and ___ just wouldn’t. They both needed that kind of intimacy and ___ would be able to provide it to Brandi in ways he couldn’t have provided it to Brandon. ___ thought about populating the island. It wasn't realistic to imagine that anything he ever did with Brandi would ever result in her being impregnated but, ___, said to himself, that was no reason not to try really hard for it!
Just as ___ was thinking this, ___’s now rosy-cheeked, helpmate stretched and moaned and a long, smooth leg and a pair of shoulders emerged from under the blanket. ___’s jaw dropped and he couldn’t say anything. But Brandi smiled and spoke, “Mmmmm, hi, Handsome! I just had a wonderful dream!” then pouted “You’re so far away. Come warm me up!” Brandi lifted the blanket invitingly and ___ was surprised to see just how effective the diet he had gotten Brandon on had been.
fj
Of course! You did all the hard work :D
DeleteThis probably sounds dumb, but I'd really like a part 2.
ReplyDeleteLike, does the POV character eventually give up.
Does he become the family dog as Jess and Ivy have a kid.
Does the POV character get old and die Young (for a human).
Does he age like a dog.
I have soo many questions...
Haha I'm glad you like it, even if it leaves you wanting more :P
DeleteWhat do you think would happen next?
No promises on a part 2, but you can definitely expect similar ideas in future stories <3
Wow more like this please!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeletePlease make a follow to this
DeleteI may have to do a follow-up due to popular demand! I'm assuming you're talking about the new Ivy?
ReplyDeleteplease a follow up this please
ReplyDeleteAwesome story! I'd love to see more like this!
ReplyDeletewhen will the follow up be coming out thanks
ReplyDeletewhen will the follow be coming out thanks
ReplyDeletewhen is the follow up to this coming out thanks
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