The Damsel's Dozen - Volume OneHave you ever tried to write or draw and just been unable to come up with an idea? It’s something that happens to most of us at one time or another.The Damsel's Dozen - Volume One by Created-By-Caz
Occasionally, we need something to get our inspiration going and so, rather than our usual kind of challenge, we have created a ‘Damsel’s Dozen’; twelve ideas which you can interpret in various different ways, to encourage you to create new art.
So, our Damsel’s Dozen are:
1. A clever escape
2. A daring rescue
3. Things aren’t quite what they seem
4. Lost and found
5. Turning the tables
6. A sticky situation
7. Fun and games
9. On vacation
10. Caught in the act
12. Non-human damsel
Some of these topics are deliberately vague/open ended to encourage your own interpretations and creativity.
Okay, just a few rules for this challenge.
This is open to group members only
Knot Just Another Game Show“…uninspired...already been done countless times…this would get us taken off the air!” Max Shepherd flung the paperwork across the boardroom table and began pacing the room, while his executives watched nervously. “People, please; you were all hired as you promised to bring something different to the airwaves. Don’t any of you have some decent ideas for my new satellite channel?”Knot Just Another Game Show by Created-By-Caz
The executives shuffled uncomfortably; the few suggestions they had made so far had been shot down immediately. Max sighed as he slumped back into his chair.
“I want some original programmes for this channel, not the same stuff we already do on MXS!” Max groaned. “We’ve already got news, fashion, current affairs and a chat show lined up. We need more! I want entertainment, thrills, maybe something educational.” He glared at his executives. “The new channel launches
A Damsel in Distress Christmas CarolThe hail fell thickly; tiny bullets that bounced off buildings and cars, making the pavements slippery for the people hurrying around, finishing their last minute shopping. Despite the cold, people smiled as they hurried through the streets. After all, it was Christmas Eve, a time to be merry with goodwill to all.A Damsel in Distress Christmas Carol by Created-By-Caz
Eliza stared out of the window, watching the hail accumulate on the ledge outside. She sighed and turned back to her work, only to be disturbed by her senior sales assistant.
“Yes Roberta, what is it now?” Eliza grumbled as she looked up.
“Ma’am, the staff have asked if…well…it is Christmas and they….” Roberta faltered under Eliza’s angry glare.
“They want to leave early, is that is?” Eliza said quietly. She saw Roberta nod and blush. “I see. Well Roberta, you may tell them that we open until six o’clock and it being Chris
The Seven Devils of ChristmasIt’s almost Christmas; a time for family, traditions, making merry and goodwill to all men, right?The Seven Devils of Christmas by Created-By-Caz
It’s a time of stress and frustration as you’re trying to get ready for the big day. So much to do, so many things to prepare and so little time to do it in, especially when you have to fit it all in around your job.
This is made all the more difficult due to there being seven devils hard at work, intent on making the run up to Christmas as difficult as possible.
The first one appears as soon as you decide to try and get ahead on your Christmas shopping. Your thoughts are to nip into town after you finish your shift and take advantage of late night opening, but this little devil thinks now would be a good time to make your car fail to start. Instead of running around the shops, snapping up bargains, you’re left stuck at work waiting for the Recovery Service to arrive. Of course, since you’re there, your boss will make sur
Tricks and TreatsMindy sighed as she landed her broomstick in the back garden. She was glad to be home; the witches meeting had gone on for several days and she was dying for a proper cup of tea.Tricks and Treats by Created-By-Caz
“Hubble Bubble Cauldrons are all very well but you’d think the caterers would be able to make a decent cup of tea!” She pushed open the back door and leant her broom in a corner. Snapping her fingers, the kettle switched itself on and began to boil. “Too hung up on their ‘eye of newt’, the lot of them. So much for getting with the modern times.” She lifted off her black hat, revealing long red hair which coiled down her back in gentle curls. She slipped off the long black travelling cloak and straightened her folds of her emerald green dress.
As a new witch, only twenty eight, she felt out of place when with her sister witches, many of which were over three hundred years old and carried on like it was still the dark ages
Just Desserts“…and she hated them both!” A waitress, close to tears, dropped two plates on the counter. “She said the chicken wasn’t seasoned enough and there’s too much garlic in the sauce.”Just Desserts by Created-By-Caz
“Hateful old bat!” Diane tasted both meals and shook her head. “They are perfect, Jean; she’s just being spiteful. What does she want to try next?”
Taking the slip from the waitress, Chef Diane Fletcher started cooking while Jean returned to the restaurant area.
“The décor is too modern.” Constance Carmichael, food critic for the local paper made some notes while she waited for the next dish to come out. “Serving staff rude, disorganised and lazy….”
Constance glanced around her with a look of disapproval; the restaurant was busy, with groups and couples sat chatting happily as they enjoyed their meals, creating a pleasant buzz. “Hmph…no
Memories 4“Here’s your season chicken.” Kristy placed the a plate of food down in front of Rose. “And your filet minion.” She placed a plate in front of Kamel. “Enjoy you meal.” She smiled and walked away.Memories 4 by sliferred123
“I can’t believe M.I.N.D still managed to survive after all these years and after the damage we did to their research division.” Rose said picking up her knife and fork.
“Don’t sell yourself short. The damage you caused, caused the Russians to abandon the project.”
“Then how are they still around if Russia abandoned them?”
“I’m not really sure. Maybe some of the surviving members rebuilt M.I.N.D. What I do know however that they are an independent organization, who has no ties to any country, except to those who finance it.”
“What is M.I.N.D up to these days?”
“Oh you know, the usual thing; international crime, acquiring large sums of money, world domination, that
Random: The Bank JobThe sun began to set down on a rather warm fall day and on the outskirts of town where the trees turn a golden color, Amy, a 24 year old woman in her new 1996 Jeep had pulled up to her cabin which was very isolated from the big city life. She was a bank manager of a rather large bank in the city and spent most of her week managing it and when she punched the clock everyday she just wanted to be by herself and get away from the hustle and bustle of city life.Random: The Bank Job by ED3765
Stepping out of the dark green Jeep, she had short light brown hair wearing a dark blue business suit with dark tights with blue high heel shoes. Looking over she saw her 22 year old cousin Sue's car in the driveway. Amy was letting her stay at her cabin for a little while till she got situated with city life from her former small town life.
Entering the cabin Amy expected to be met by the smell of supper being made but there was no such smell in the air. Instead the front room of the cabin was a mess with everything thrown about a
Knotty SaraOnce upon a time there was an inquisitive young woman named Sara Marie Philips who lived in a faraway country called England. One rainy day Sara was lounging at home, wishing that either the weather or the programming on the telly would improve when there came a sharp rap on the door.Knotty Sara by David-presents
“Hey, baby,” she was greeted.
Sara rubbed her eyes. Standing on her doorstep was a wolf, dressed in a suit and tie!
“Did you just say something?” she gasped.
“I was just saying how gorgeous you look, baby,” he replied, speaking with an American accent. He looked favorably at Sara, for, truth to tell, while he found all human women attractive, he had a special penchant for brunettes in red hoods, and Sara was wearing her favorite item of clothing, a red hoodie. The Wolf nodded in approval and, without waiting for an invitation, walked inside.
“Won’t you come in?” Sara asked, after The Wolf had already made himself comfortable on
Memories 3 part 1Rose sat next to Damien, shivering quietly, as they trailed behind the M.I.N.D convey in their stolen truck. She looked out the window and saw nothing but a snowy, white desert that stretched all the way to the horizon. She caught a glimpse of herself in the side view mirror and saw a slightly, chubby man wearing a gray trapper's fur cap and a thick, gray coat looking at her.Memories 3 part 1 by sliferred123
“I look ridiculous in this mask.” She said pulling on her artificial cheek. “No one’s going to believe that I am a man.”
“Not if you keep on pulling it.” Damien retorted. “That mask is very convincing. Now stop pulling it.” Rose stopped pulling on her cheek and remained quiet for a few moments before Damien resumed the conversation. “So, how does it feel to be back in the field after all these years?”
“I would be a little more enthusiastic about it if I wasn’t wearing a muscle suit stuffed with ten pounds of plastic explosives.”
Batman Solves AllA fanfiction based on the live-action Batman television program from the 1960s’s.Batman Solves All by David-presents
*”When last we saw Batgirl, the Penguin had her tied on a conveyor belt in an abandoned metal processing plant…”*
Batgirl squirmed helplessly in the ropes, as the conveyor belt jerked her forward.
*”…heading ever closer to a machine cutting metal sheets into empty sardine tins! Meanwhile, the Penguin’s moll, Pen Gwen, has donned a Batgirl costume in a sneaky plot to deceive the Dynamic Duo!”*
Pen Gwen placed the Batgirl cowl onto her red hair, and trotted outside.
*”But wait! The worst is yet to come!”*
[Exciting cutaway music, followed by the Batman theme. The opening credits display against an animated background.]
Robin smacked a fist into his other hand as Batman drove the Batmobile through the Gotham
Bake And Switch“Hi, Caz, I’m home!” David called out.
Caz Gets The PictureHolding up a thumb for reference, Caz frowned prettily at the vase set off to one side and then at her canvas. She dipped her brush onto her palette and gently applied a thin stroke of yellow. “Do these daffodils look right to you, David?” she asked, stepping back to examine her work.
Caztastrophe“Caz has a delightful imagination,” David reflected. He was reading his wife’s journal on deviantART, enjoying her answers to a series of questions a friend had posed to her. “Number Seven is quite intriguing.”
Caz's Inside JobWith a short straight line, Caz finished carving her name into the glass. Her actions were a bit premature, for the Breneton Jewels still lay snug in their display, seeming to wink at her in invitation, colorful eyes shining in the darkness. It was tempting to think of simply smashing the display case, to reach in and snatch the fabled jewels in triumph, but the experienced catburglar resisted the impulse. "I don't need the attention that would bring," she murmured softly. "With care, those lovelies will be mine soon enough!"
A Novel Approach For CazCaz's fingers twitched indecisively, her hands hovered anxiously over the keys of her laptop. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the mental cobwebs. Whenever inspiration was there, words poured forth, like water from a bursting dam, but when lacking, her output slowed to a mere trickle. "Concentrate!" she told herself sternly, and finally began to type.
Spring Unleashed"Eager to leave, my lovely flower blossom? No, you shall never escape me!"
Caz Steps Out"I definitely want a new costume for Halloween this year!" Caz shuddered, recalling events two years earlier involving her angel costume, a reversible outfit that could also serve as a demoness costume. Wearing it had caused Topaz, mysterious, maddening Topaz, to appear! This unwelcome visitor had materialized suddenly, claiming to be Caz's guardian devil, and had caused quite a bit of trouble!
Deviant WeddingIt was a beautiful spring day, the birds were chirping, people happily walked about, and a warm breeze light blew across the land. Everyone was happy about the day, but none of them were happy as much as David was. As he stood in front of a large mirror inside of a small church, he straighten out his suit and waited for the clock to tick down to the time he would marry his lovely bride to be Caz.
Interviewing Caz"Hi, everybody! This is intrepid television reporter Caitlyn Meredith coming to you live from the scene of some really exciting breaking news where "
Surprise VisitorSitting back in her recliner, Caz snuggled into David's body as they sat watching the old movie. The scene on the screen showed a bedroom, the thin curtains blowing in the slight breeze as the heroine slept under the covers. She had a thin silk band holding her long blonde hair back from her face as she slept, undisturbed by the breeze or the sounds.
A Glutton For Punishment"Let me go, Glarg," pleaded Caz. A long, thick rope circled about her waist, hanging her from the ceiling of the lizardman's enormous cave. Her legs were bound together; her arms were tied against her sides. She had been gagged, but she had worked the red bandana out from her teeth so that it now hung loosely about her neck. "I have things I need to do; I can't just hang about here like this!"
Caz Makes A Soft Decision"What do you think of this one, Caz?"
Caz And The Gem Mini Cricket"David, I've been tied up for quite a long time now, I really have," said Caz. She was quite well bound, too. Rope soft to the skin yet unyielding to her struggles kept her immobilized in an efficient hogtie as she lay on her side on the sofa. Her elbows were held behind her back by ropes that ran between them, although the elbows were still a safe distance apart from one another so that she felt no discomfort. Her wrists were bound back to back. Rope circled her legs above and below her knees, and around her ankles. A connecting rope ran from her wrists to her ankles, keeping her legs bent as she struggled futilely on the soft cushions, for the more she pulled the tighter the knots became. "I think it's time for you to let me go now," she announced.
UnmaskedA Couple in Distress story with David and Caz.
Caz Meets Dr. Muir"And can you make that 'To Caitlyn' and that's C-a-i-t-l-y-n, because there are so many different ways to spell my name and oh my gosh you're just my most favorite writer ever!" enthused the young woman.
Caz To The RescueOn a broad plateau jutting from a lonely mountain that rose from an isolated spot in the ocean stood several hundred gleaming, metallic robots, completely inert. They would continue their silent vigil with infinite patience until they received their commands, at which point they would spring into action, flying through the sky to every corner of the globe.
Caz Is Beside HerselfNighttime is magic time, and the magic associated with certain holiday nights can be very powerful, indeed. For example, there are legends of a traveler seeking shelter in a stable on Christmas Eve to awaken from sleep to hear the animals speaking the language of humans. The eavesdropper may hear of a fabulous hidden treasure or of danger ahead, and thus profits from an experience that can only occur one night a year.
A Dragon Rescue For CazWhere is Princess Caz? fumed the Regent, Lord Horace Highbottom.
Caz Gets Carried AwayRESCUE ME!!! Caz typed her desperate plea for help on her cell phone as surreptitiously as she could, hoping no one would see her, but it was no use; Caitlyn kept her eye on everything.
Caz-ual EncountersNow, I want you to understand that I dont mean anything personal by this, Caitlyn, explained Caz, reading the security guards name off her shiny brass nametag. The fascinatingly enigmatic jewel thief was dressed all in sleek, black clothing that allowed her to move easily and blend subtly into the shadows. A mask covered her upper face. A small bit of her curly brown hair escaped from the tight black cap she wore over her head. She carried a small black pouch slung across one shoulder. Its just that I have a little unauthorized business here in the natural history museum and I cant have you interfering.
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