ShortTales
Posted: Fri May 01, 2020 10:26 pm
ShortTales
Usually, throughout the week I randomly come up with ideas for a story or a moment within a nonexisting story that plays out really well and I've always wanted to write them but I end up never writing them down or sharing them and end up forgetting most of them, until now...
Pretty basic concept, I write down the ShortTale (most of them have been fight-scenes) I thought of and whoever's interested can talk about it.
ShortTale #1: Dock Bar Fight
*whack*
*whack*
*whack*
The sound of the hammer wasn't loud, but just loud enough so Edwards couldn't hear the approaching footsteps
"Oi, Edwahds. Watch'ya doin' now." says a lean, but short figure in a poncho, it was obvious how fake his accent was. But it somehow always worked at cracking Edwards's work mood.
"Makin' a boat"
"A boat? Thought you finished it already."
"Makin' a new one."
"What could you possibly need a new one for."
"Fish."
"You said that when I asked you about the last boat ya' boat-o-phelic. Anyways, I'm taking Cheryll out to dinner tonight."
"Lucky lady."
"I'm gonna close down shop and leave now, if ya' see anything, call me."
"You got it, mate."
With that, he's off and away. Edwards starts to lose track of time while working on the boat but it's short-lived as he hears smashing and yelling coming from his bar. He tries to ignore it but the yelling gets louder and he sees his scrawny excuse of a bartender run out the backdoor holding a tray above his head for protection. Now, Edwards is pissed. he nonchalantly walks into the bar and up to the billiards table and starts fiddling with the six-ball.
"Which one of you chased out my newest worker."
"Not our fault he served the wrong damn drink." A half-drunk, tall, bulky, blond man with a buzz cut and a bandana replies. His voice would intimidate most people. But right now Edwards definitely was not most people. The man picks up the mug and Edwards picks up the 6-ball.
"You the owner of this [censored] establishment?"
" 'deed I am" before Edwards could finish responding the man was already in the process of destroying the mug and smashing it on the floor.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Bartender, that mug mean anything special to you?"
"Actually, it did. It meant you're [censored]"
Edwards turns around and Throws the six ball straight at his face, the others in his group immediately stand up but before they get the chance to do anything Edwards has already rammed one into the wall and starts beating him, one guy pulls him off and tries to break his balance. He recovers but immediately gets punched in the rib. Edwards grabs his arm and brings the attacker towards him while readying his arm for a punch to the face. It knocks him back into the wall so hard he blacks out and the others start to limp away. after he's done cleaning up he gives a reassurance talk to the employee and goes to work on his boat. A slender woman walks up to him trying not to laugh.
"You ever regret being a bar-owner?"
"Nah, I think kicking people's [censored] help me cope"
"Are any of 'em still alive?"
"I thought about the gun, but none of them were armed. Knocked one out though."
"You [censored]," she says as she punches him playfully "Out of the military and you still don't get enough action."
"Punch me like that again and you might hurt me more than they did."
"hah! big tough guy huh," she says doing her best "tough guy" impression "About the guy who got knocked out. 'you take his wallet?"
"Oh, [censored] yeah I did."
When this idea originally came to me it was originally just the "you're [censored]" line, the bar fight, and his wife/girlfriend coming in at the end. for some reason I really liked the idea of a man who owns a bar on a port and I love fight scenes. I did take wayyyy too much inspiration fromthis scene however. When expanding the story to make it a ShortTale instead of a scene I couldn't decide on a British setting or a Southern-USA setting. In the end I went for subtle Southern-USA setting. Hope you enjoyed reading it.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Usually, throughout the week I randomly come up with ideas for a story or a moment within a nonexisting story that plays out really well and I've always wanted to write them but I end up never writing them down or sharing them and end up forgetting most of them, until now...
Pretty basic concept, I write down the ShortTale (most of them have been fight-scenes) I thought of and whoever's interested can talk about it.
ShortTale #1: Dock Bar Fight
*whack*
*whack*
*whack*
The sound of the hammer wasn't loud, but just loud enough so Edwards couldn't hear the approaching footsteps
"Oi, Edwahds. Watch'ya doin' now." says a lean, but short figure in a poncho, it was obvious how fake his accent was. But it somehow always worked at cracking Edwards's work mood.
"Makin' a boat"
"A boat? Thought you finished it already."
"Makin' a new one."
"What could you possibly need a new one for."
"Fish."
"You said that when I asked you about the last boat ya' boat-o-phelic. Anyways, I'm taking Cheryll out to dinner tonight."
"Lucky lady."
"I'm gonna close down shop and leave now, if ya' see anything, call me."
"You got it, mate."
With that, he's off and away. Edwards starts to lose track of time while working on the boat but it's short-lived as he hears smashing and yelling coming from his bar. He tries to ignore it but the yelling gets louder and he sees his scrawny excuse of a bartender run out the backdoor holding a tray above his head for protection. Now, Edwards is pissed. he nonchalantly walks into the bar and up to the billiards table and starts fiddling with the six-ball.
"Which one of you chased out my newest worker."
"Not our fault he served the wrong damn drink." A half-drunk, tall, bulky, blond man with a buzz cut and a bandana replies. His voice would intimidate most people. But right now Edwards definitely was not most people. The man picks up the mug and Edwards picks up the 6-ball.
"You the owner of this [censored] establishment?"
" 'deed I am" before Edwards could finish responding the man was already in the process of destroying the mug and smashing it on the floor.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Bartender, that mug mean anything special to you?"
"Actually, it did. It meant you're [censored]"
Edwards turns around and Throws the six ball straight at his face, the others in his group immediately stand up but before they get the chance to do anything Edwards has already rammed one into the wall and starts beating him, one guy pulls him off and tries to break his balance. He recovers but immediately gets punched in the rib. Edwards grabs his arm and brings the attacker towards him while readying his arm for a punch to the face. It knocks him back into the wall so hard he blacks out and the others start to limp away. after he's done cleaning up he gives a reassurance talk to the employee and goes to work on his boat. A slender woman walks up to him trying not to laugh.
"You ever regret being a bar-owner?"
"Nah, I think kicking people's [censored] help me cope"
"Are any of 'em still alive?"
"I thought about the gun, but none of them were armed. Knocked one out though."
"You [censored]," she says as she punches him playfully "Out of the military and you still don't get enough action."
"Punch me like that again and you might hurt me more than they did."
"hah! big tough guy huh," she says doing her best "tough guy" impression "About the guy who got knocked out. 'you take his wallet?"
"Oh, [censored] yeah I did."
When this idea originally came to me it was originally just the "you're [censored]" line, the bar fight, and his wife/girlfriend coming in at the end. for some reason I really liked the idea of a man who owns a bar on a port and I love fight scenes. I did take wayyyy too much inspiration fromthis scene however. When expanding the story to make it a ShortTale instead of a scene I couldn't decide on a British setting or a Southern-USA setting. In the end I went for subtle Southern-USA setting. Hope you enjoyed reading it.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯