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Subject: Hey,starting an Online Animation Collaboration website but we need a Story.


mmoir ( ) posted Mon, 01 June 2026 at 12:39 PM ยท edited Wed, 12 August 2026 at 7:38 AM

Hey Guys, 

   Like the title says I am starting an Online Animation Collaboration website and the first thing we need is an interesting story. This group is totally volunteer and is meant to be fun and a venue to improve your skills.  The task is to write a short story less than a minute long with one character.  The setting and character style is up to you and hopefully we can eventually  bring your story to life with modeling, animation, sound etc.    You will be the first to join the website as this is my first post about this anywhere.   

  Please take a look at this site and if this interests you just sign up and then post your story or stories in the discord link on the Apex Animation website.   Looking forward to any stories you guys come up with.  

Apex Animation Collective.


 Mike.


mmoir ( ) posted Mon, 01 June 2026 at 12:46 PM

Also, if you have any questions just ask... Thanks



mmoir ( ) posted Wed, 10 June 2026 at 10:14 AM

No one has a story they want animated?  The stories I create seem flat to me and was hoping for a more creative plot of punch line , hence this post.



HartyBart ( ) posted Fri, 12 June 2026 at 5:30 AM

How about this...

The Unnatural History librarian wore his usual frown, as he walked briskly through his high and labyrinthine aisles. He felt it was depressing to see so many dust motes dancing lazily, down the long light shafts that often fell across his gloomy paths. Dust smacked of decay. Suddenly he adjusted his round spectacles and gasped. In all his time in this section he had passed many strange items left by the borrowers — potted fungi from the outer Solar System with some very peculiar growth patterns; student watercolor renderings of imaginary animals yet to be created by genetic engineering, a silvery packet of black seeds with a destination label that would send them plunging into the clouds of Venus — but nothing quite like what he now found. It was just sitting there, where the aisles of ‘Classical Natural History’ shaded into ‘Antique Philosophy’.

It was a tiny specimen of what appeared to be the Common Frog of Old Earth, 'Rana temporaria', its emerald hide standing out quite remarkably even in the dim light. It was perched upon the silvery cone of a strangely detailed miniature rocketship. The frog made no damp and sudden movement that might show curiosity about its discovery. Its eyes only blinked once, as if to note the observer’s presence. It was utterly unaware that it had, for that moment, brilliantly excelled all the library’s surrealist poems. Not by words, but by such an unlikely proximity and stillness.

The librarian was an elderly man of Old Mars and thus a grandchild of colonists averse to the poetic. Dreamy poets didn't last long on Mars. Yet the librarian now felt it his duty to wonder about the temporal history of this curious conjunction. Perhaps the creature had arrived with its tiny ship or perhaps — his prosy mind rejected this thought as absurd yet delightful — the tiny frog was itself the pilot. Some astronaut from a water planet, come to seek knowledge beyond his own amphibian ponds? Certainly the rocketship seemed to pulse faintly beneath the clinging frog, like a heart beating and as if newly arrived from destinations and light-years undreamed.

Deciding the matter to be far too curious and detailed for a student prank, the librarian gently lifted both clinging frog and rocketship, walked some distance and placed them on a table exactly equidistant between ‘Old Earth Science Fiction’ and ‘Classical Natural Philosophy’. Which seemed apt. Then, with a swirl of his purple cloak, he continuing on his vigilant way. The frog, oblivious to its own absurdity, merely flicked out its tongue, tasting a few dust motes from the library’s honeyed light shafts. A few young library patrons drifted past it occasionally, without noticing.



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mmoir ( ) posted Fri, 12 June 2026 at 11:53 AM

Okay,  thanks .   This is a very interesting story and setting to say the least.  Nice job.




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