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The Art of Storytelling

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by casekonly, Aug 4, 2004.

  1. casekonly

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    The Art of Storytelling

    Discussion started by casekonly - Aug 4, 2004

    just thought i'd make a thread about the fine art (possibly lost art?) of storytelling.

    so, do you know any stories from your heritage? made up any stories?

    some simple rules: NO BULLSHIT!

    so, tell us a short story.

    the short story i'm contributing is a cherokee story about the first fire.

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    A long, long time ago there was no fire. The world was cold. One day the Thunders sent their lightning and it struck a hollow sycamore tree, which lived on an island. A fire began in the bottom of the sycamore tree, and soon smoke started coming out of the top of the tree. All the animals could see the smoke and knew the fire was there.


    The animals decided that they wanted to bring the fire back from the island, but they couldn’t get to it, because the island was surrounded by water. So, they held a council meeting to decide what to do.

    The Raven offered to go get the fire and since he was so big and strong, they thought that he would be able to bring the fire back. The Raven flew far across the water and landed on the sycamore tree. The Raven was sitting and wondering how to get the fire, when the heat from the fire scorched all his feathers black, and he was frightened so much that he returned without the fire.

    The little Screech owl spoke up next and said he would go. He flew over to the island and landed on the top of the sycamore. Then he looked into the hollow sycamore tree and a hot blast of air shot up and nearly burned out his eyes. He could hardly see, but managed to fly back to the other animals with out the fire. It took a long time before he could see well again. The Screech-owl eyes are red to this day.

    The Hoot owl and the Horned owl offered to go. As they flew close to the sycamore tree, it was burning so fiercely that the smoke almost blinded them. The wind blew up the ashes from the fire and put white rings around their eyes. They turned around and flew back home with out the fire. No matter how hard they rubbed their eyes, the white rings would not go away and they have them to this very day.

    No more of the birds would offer to go. The black racer snake said he would go. He swam through the water to the island. He crawled through the grass until he came to the sycamore tree. He entered the sycamore tree through a hole in the bottom of the tree. He darted here and there over the hot ashes, until finally he found the hole he had entered by. He had nearly caught himself on fire from the hot ashes and his body was scorched black all over. He returned back home and to this day the black racer darts about as though he is trying to escape from something.

    "The Climber”, the great blacksnake offered to go next. He swam over to the sycamore tree and climbed the outside of the tree, like all blacksnakes do. When he got to the top of the tree, he stuck his head into tree and the smoke from the fire choked him and he fell into the hollow sycamore. Before he climb back out, he was scorched as black as the black racer.

    Since all their attempts had failed, the animals held another council meeting to see if there was someway to get the fire. But most of the animals had some excuse why they couldn’t go and get the fire. They were afraid of the burning sycamore tree. Then at last the Water Spider said she would go. Now this is not the water spider that looks like a mosquito, but the other one with black downy hair and red stripes on her body. She can run across the water or dive to the bottom. But the other animals wondered how she would bring back the fire. She was so tiny. So they asked her how she would bring back the fire. She said, “I have a way, just wait and see”. She then spun a thread from her body and wove it into a tusti bowl, a small bowl. She then placed the small bowl onto her back. She went across the water and through the grass to the sycamore tree.She placed one small coal into the small bowl and brought it back with her. We have had fire ever since and the water spider still keeps her small bowl.

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    the end. (i'll probably end up telling my children stories like that..although, i should find more creek stories. not so much cherokee)
     
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    casekonly - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    7 views and no stories? you fucking ass pirates.... i know there is some creative blood in here...alot of cultural diversity...so, what the fuck? didn't your parents or grandparents, someone..didn't they tell you stories?
     
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    Swiffer Jet - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    I thought this was about that fucking DVD that's supposed to be released.
     
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    crave - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    cool story.

    my little girl would love it.
     
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    condemned
     
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    <KEY3> - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    I dont know where the stories end and the bullshit begins.... sorry.
     
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    why write? - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    me too.
     
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    Somebody hit me the other day, for a rendezvous
    Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew
    Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she SCREWED a lot
    Makin a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
    Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature
    Had to hate ya playa, I'm dickin the hoe down never said I paid her
    Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Daver, made her
    From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
    Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
    Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer eight-hundred-forty
    It's foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
    My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock it's gonna cost me
    but I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
    I caught her in the mall, wearin a real tight skirt
    She was, fine as FUCK, I wanted to sex the hoe up
    She said, "Let's hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck"
    I said, "Cool, I really wanted to cut you but this'll do.
    I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too."
    She said she understood then everything was kosher
    I gave her a Lil' Will CD, and a fuckin poster
    It's like that now

    It's like that now, you better go on
    and get, the hump, up out your back now
    It's about four, or five, cats
    off in my 'Llac now
    We just, shoot, game in the
    form of story rap now (yeah)
    It's like that now, it's like that now

    [Verse Two: Andre Benjamin]

    Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
    I remember her number like the summer
    when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party
    but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
    Well it was more like spend the night
    Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
    We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
    in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
    all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
    (aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
    I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm)
    It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
    I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
    Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
    to find lil Sasha was gone
    Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
    I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
    that I would one day see her standin in the front row
    But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
    With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

    It's like that now, you better go on
    and get, the hump, up out your back now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes... (Uncle Ricky!!)
    It's about four, or five, cats
    off in my 'Llac now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes... (Could you tell a story?)
    We just, shoot, game in the
    form of story rap now (yeah)
    [Slick Rick]
    (Pleeeeeease?) Uh-huh
    It's like that now, it's like that now
    [Slick Rick]
    Herrrrrre we go...

    [Verse Three: Slick Rick]

    Throwing things, yelling in a mad high pitch
    Here we go again with this psychopath bitch
    The neighbors will hear you, you misfit
    Can't disagree with the bitch without this shit
    The price we pay to fuck women
    The most pretty bitch got the psycho shit within them
    Stuck up, as soon as I pop up
    But see me with the next she wanna tear the fucking club up
    Check her pants, and number confirming
    Learned more and more they're just shifty dumb vermins
    And you know, probably get cussed if I backslip miss
    while she busy trying to justify who cheated first
    "Rick what would I want
    with this small chain wearin muh-fucka trying to front?"
    I oughta cut her off, let another sooth me
    but I don't know, ordinary bitch don't move me
    I mean, I tried to fall in love with a bittie
    but straight up, just be with the bitch out of pity
    So although I know, pretty bitch shady
    Here I go, trying to change a hoe into a lady
    Knahmean?

    It's like that now, you better go on
    and get, the hump, up out your back now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes
    It's about four, or five, cats
    off in my 'Llac now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes
    We just, shoot, game in the
    form of story rap now (yeah)
    [Slick Rick]
    Uh-huh
    It's like that now, it's like that now

    It's like that now, you better go on
    and get, the hump, up out your back now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes
    It's about four, or five, cats
    off in my 'Llac now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes
    We just, shoot, game in the
    form of story rap now (yeah)
    [Slick Rick]
    Uh-huh
    It's like that now, it's like that now

    It's like that now, you better go on
    and get, the hump, up out your back now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes
    It's about four, or five, cats
    off in my 'Llac now
    [Slick Rick]
    Yes
    We just, shoot, game in the
    form of story rap now ...
     
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    LaCosaNostra - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    i thought this was going to be about the graff dvd...
     
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  10. casekonly

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    casekonly - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    bah...bullshit.

    onesecondple...sorry, haven't been up to answering the cell as of late. i'll be back on track once my website updates get to a half-way point.

    did you kick her out? you should.
     
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    Mr. Peanut - Replied Aug 4, 2004

    thanks for getting my hopes up on the dvd...and then crushing them to bajesus and back.
     
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