Eulaliaaa's Writing Requests

[Lady Ashenwyte]

That was amazing. I see you have a talent for writing short stories.

[Eulaliaaa!]

Thank you 

[Lady Ashenwyte]

The only thing I would have liked to see more of is the actual battle itself, though. 

[Eulaliaaa!]

I was going to do that, but I'm not sure if I'm good at writing battle scenes so I left the end open so you could decide who won.

@wot: working on your request, I should be done soon. I'm thinking I'll write it two ways. One from the perspective of someone who's enjoying it, and one from someone who's terrified of it.

[Wot, wot!]

That sounds awesome Eul! Thanks so much

[Eulaliaaa!]

Had to spend some time listening to a thunderstorm on YouTube, I needed a reminder on how they sounded. We don't get many thunderstorms where I live. Anyway, for Wot:

A girl rushed out the door, standing out on her driveway and looking up at the sky. It was almost nighttime, but the only thing on her mind was the magnificent thunderstorm as it raged and roared in the clouds above her. She looked up at the bruised and beaten grey clouds, squinting her eyes against the heavy downpour. Lightening flashed in a brilliant display of light, and distant thunder sounded out above her. She laughed, jumping up and down as she spread her arms and listened to the breathtaking music that weather had created. Water rushed down the street like a river, and the wind howled as it rushed through the trees, making them shake and bend under it. She shivered, then slowly went inside to watch the storm from a warmer place.

At the same time, several houses down, a young girl listened to the thunderstorm as well. But unlike the other girl, she was not enjoying it. Thunder roared out again and lightening flashed as she crawled further under her covers, wailing in terror. The rain pounded viciously on the roof and against the window as thunder sounded out, making her jump. Her cries mingled with the wind as it howled and screeched, threatening to blow down the walls and sweep her into the storm. She cried hysterically for her mother, listening as she came running into the room. The mother sat on the edge of the bed, holding her child and comforting her as the storm continued to rage outside.

(Hope you liked it. I've learned that it's very difficult to describe a thunderstorm  anyhow, constructive criticism is always welcome. And your request doesn't have to be Redwall, it can be anything.)

[Wot, wot!]

That was wonderful Eul thanks so much!

[Eulaliaaa!]

Thank you 

[Skyblade]

Considering that you're clearly a talented writer, I'm here reading you other works as well. Very good!

[Eulaliaaa!]

Thank you! 

[Eulaliaaa!]

Sooo, any requests?

[Banya]

You're a wonderful writer, Eul.  I love reading your stories. 
I've always found short stories incredibly hard to write, but with your creativity and the perfect amount of detail and action, you write them well. 

Remember how, during the events in the beginning of Mossflower, the Stickles and other woodland creatures lived across Mossflower before relocating to Brockhall?  While living under the reign of Verdauga Greeneyes, they were forced to surrender a portion of their farm produce to the guards of Kotir; and though the woodland creatures lived under a system of serfdom, they did not live in warfare to the extent of the events of Mossflower (with the exception of the fruitless rebellion in which Bella's husband Barkstripe and young Gonff's parents were killed).  Would you please write a story about life for the woodlanders in Mossflower during this time?  It doesn't matter to me if it's before or after the rebellion.  Thank you, Eul!

[Eulaliaaa!]

Thank you. And that sounds very interesting, I'll give it a try.

[Eulaliaaa!]

For Banya:

   The fire crackled and snapped, licking greedily at the logs in the fireplace. It cast shadows over the walls of the dark room, making the grave faces of the creatures look even more so. A large, full-grown badger stood in the center of the small gathering. Barkstripe. He shook his head sadly, "Too few, we cannot attack tomorrow, we are too few." He said, his low voice sounding out louder than he had expected. A mouse in the corner piped up.
   "We can't back down, I won't stand for it! We've planned this for weeks!" He exclaimed. Barkstripe sighed, "Oak, you have a son, live to see him grow up." He reasoned. Oak lept up onto a stool, waving his pitchfork around, "I do have a son, a wife too. I'll live to see little Gonff grow up a freebeast! We're not living as slaves under Verdauga anymore. Think of Bella, Barkstripe, fight for her!" He encouraged. There was a small cheer from the woodlanders, but Barkstripe held his paw up for silence, "Quiet, they might hear us. I do not support this hasty decision, but if it is your wish, I will fight." He whispered. There was more cheering, and the rest of the night was spent in celebration. For most, it would be their last.
(I hope you liked it. And, as always, constructive criticism is welcome)

[Banya]

Awesome, Eul!  Thank you.
I found it interesting that you made Barkstripe second-guess himself on the eve of the rebellion.  I'm not sure it's "hasty" if it's been planned for weeks, but he seems to suspect the odds of surviving an uprising.  I really like the detail of Gonff's father having nothing but a pitchfork to arm himself with, and I like meeting Gonff's father!  That was a nice addition.  His "weapon" foreshadows his fate the following day, when a small band of woodlanders wages battle against a castle of trained soldiers.  I can't help but wonder if they knew, or suspected, what they were going up against and how the rebellion would turn out.  It's dark and sad, but there are themes of hope and determination, too.  Thanks!