The First Stories -

These are the first stories. The seedling few that made The Story's Picture even possible. The stories have been posted in order of their creation, so as to retain the evolution of the "picture-stories" game. Stories by Thias and Katie. Enjoy~

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The Name:  Jody McSteiny

Katie's Story:

He and his girlfriend had an unplanned pregnancy, but they kept the baby and are still together, and this is a picture their son took when he stole daddy's camera!

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The Name: Herbert Nichols

Thias' Story:

He's a photo-blogger that has recently been doing a collection of "Childhood Memory" pieces as well as "Self Interpretation" pieces. This photo is a collaboration of both of them. Herbert enjoys cold beers and long walks in the sun... in the desert. He also hasn't had a bubble bath since he was 8... well, until now.

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The Name: Megan Cambric

Katie's Story:

She's been on the short side all her life and tries to make up for it by being tough and a little introverted. She writes poetry inspired by world events and is a math wiz, because no matter how crazy life gets, numbers will always make sense. She likes her coffee strong and her tea weak.

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The Name: Serah Valen

Thias' Story:

She was conceived on a small water-vessel in South America while her parents were documenting a rare breed of butterfly. The butterfly was, six months later, called the "Valen Princess" -- and when she was born a name meaning "Princess" seemed fit. She's seventeen now and has had an interesting, if not difficult for lack of environmental stability, life... but she loves who she is and feels that her identity, as whoever she is, is what she loves most. At any moment she's the best by being her! Serah! The Valen Princess!

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The Name: Barnabas Market

Katie's Story:

Barnabas is a simple, happy go lucky man from Kentucky. He believes that Life is captured simply and accurately in the most mundane surroundings. He has made it his profession and life calling to travel the United States with his trusty camera and document 'Life' one grocery store, gas station, and high school cafeteria at a time. The collection of his life work will go on to become the first complete photographic book of 'Accurate American Lifestyle Representation'.

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The Name: Chris "Shad" Herron

Thias' Story:

Chris is an active, avid, and unfathomably sophisticated role player. "Shad" is always his roleplaying name. At points throughout his life he has convinced himself that 1) The Force is real. 2) He is Dumbledore's nephew (he has an old uncle...) and 3) With three weeks of intense study, he could create one of the guns from 'Portal.' Chris' friends love him to death and say he is very "huggable." Which makes him happy and sad. He thinks "huggable" means "fat." But it doesn't. He doesn't realize that Aayla, the girl he's in love with, absolutely adores him and thinks he's a perfectly mad gentleman. Don't worry though! He realizes it eventually and they get married. He names his son "Luke Potter Herron."

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The Name: Ian Peter Colfer

Katie's Story:

Is a 20 something Liberal Arts and Obscure Music student working on his Masters. He's vegetarian and prefers not to wear shoes. He plans on marrying his girlfriend of three years, a graphic arts designer named AnneMarie Shoeman, and proposing to her as part of his College-Valedictorian Speech. His mother will cry. AnneMarie will laugh. She will say yes.

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The Name: Charlie Spelling

Thias' Story:

Charlie is a very contemplative young woman. She's been through things in her life that most people would pity her for, but she prefers to surround herself with people that giver her hope of brighter tomorrows. She misses her dad and hasn't seen him in awhile; but, her best friend Clint sends her a letter "from her father" every year for her Birthday. He thinks she doesn't know it's him, but she does. And she loves him for it. And for many other things. They never get married and eventually they regret it. Regardless, they're there for one another until their very last days. He dies of cancer when he's 31. She moves to London the next week.

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The Name: Cleo Patricia Norman

Katie's Story:

Her parents thought the name 'Cleo Patricia' a cute pun spin off of 'Cleopatra.' Her parents are both psychologists and greatly encouraged a scattered and varied home education based on creativity and kinesthetic learning, thus, Cleo is a very hands on learner. She likes cooking, cartography, calligraphy, Shakespeare, Hieroglyphics, and Botany. She will become a florist and textile designer. Her tattoos are inspirational words from her favorite childhood books.

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The Name: Jarrod Tiebeaux

Thias' Story:

His best friend, Lee Foote, wrote on his year book: "This young stud is my rock. My cornerstone. Ladies, be jealous for his attention. Because he only beholds beauty. I've only known him for two years but he has inspired me to go a step beyond in everything I do. I almost didn't try out for band, now I'm two weeks out from training with the marching band with CU-Boulder. I almost didn't ask Ashleigh Speccenzi out but he practically forced me to... now we're engaged, and I couldn't be happier! I love you Jar-Bear! Dream dreams." Lee didn't know but Jarrod's parents had just split up, his girlfriend had quietly broken up with him (he was too much of a gentleman to mention it), and he had been denied at all of his Universities. Reading Lee's message helped Jarrod get through all of that. It inspired Jarrod to join the Marines. When in Iraq Jarrod jumped on an IED to protect all of his friends and brothers. He saved three daddies, two future inventors and an author. Lee raised his kids teaching them the importance of always inspiring and lifting up other people, he told Jarrod's story. Jarrod was always a hero.

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The Name: Ariel P. Darwin

Katie's Story: 

The P stands for Pomona but everyone calls her 'Poppy.' Ariel likes Anime and drawing, she lives with her single mother and her aunt. She's a dreamer and more often than not lives in a world of steampunk invention and clockwork songbirds. She has a very fragile, innocent heart and is a bit naive. She tends to retreat into her own world when forced into confrontation with reality or ugly facts, because, in her imagination, everything is lovely, and everyone has good intentions. Her aunt looks out for her anxiously, because her mother has very poor health, but both love her very much. The entire family shares a love for family heirlooms and antiques.

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The Name: Clement Brady

Thias' Story:

Clement is a foreign exchange student from Ireland. He absolutely adores his country, more for it's rich history of striving and overcoming than for it's current political or societal climate - but loves it none the less. He has two younger brothers, Seamus and John. He calls them "Shameless" and "Yawn." His dad is a professor at a University in Scotland, so his family has two houses. One in Dublin and one in Edinburgh. He's mischievous, and as he lives in the US, Scotland, and Ireland - he has three "girls," one for each country. Although really, he's given his heart to Ellie Stephens. He met her on a train ride through Scotland and he, for the first time, didn't have the courage to talk to a girl. She was so beautiful, but not in an overbearing way - more in a meek or "I have the beauty to start and stop wars, but I'd be content to live in a small cottage and raise beautiful children--" sort of way. He was mesmerized and... oh! He draws, sketches, is going to Art School in America. He was drawing her, she caught him and forced him to give it to her. She pretended to be angry, he turned beet red, and then she laughed and shook his hand "Ellie." "Ellie?" "My name, ya' goof. Where are you stopping?" "I'm not sure." "Why aren't you?" "Well..." "Well listen here, drawing boy (she said "drawing" like "drawering", it was adorable) I'm stopping in Glastonbury until the train for London, if you're stopping there join me for some tea and give me an explanation of why you're drawing girls without their permission. I'm very worried!" "I... I wasn't... I mean... yes, please. I mean! Sure! Yes, tea sounds beautiful. I mean lovely! You're..." and after some muttering, he got his wits about him, "You're quite right. Tea." "Good." "Clement." "Hm?" "My name." "Oh. Well, drawing boy will do for now." "Yes, alright."


They got off at Glastonbury, which was silly because he needn't stop there. In fact he ended up being late for an interview for a rather large contract that would've been used in advertisements all over Europe, but if you asked him today he'd say "Oh, it wasn't that big. Hardly a thing to think of."

They arrived at a small out of the way pub and drank Tea and chatted for a long while. He fell in love more and more with each passing moment. But as such stories must go, his love was to be a dire curse. A tall, well built, strong-voiced Welsh man came to the table. "Ellie!" He boomed heartily. "Love, where've you been the past hour!?" And he leaned over to kiss his red mustache to her perfect lips. "Right here, Danny." She said with a smile. Clement's heart stopped. "Yes, she was reprimanding my art." He quipped. He regained his wittiness, which really was a masquerade to keep people from his heart. His charm was his shield and his smile a wall; they both were up. "The name's Clement," he reached a hand out "It's a pleasure."

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The Name: Emily Brook

Katie's Story:

Emily Brook saw the shadowy prints of people long gone. She felt their plaintive sighs undulating down from cloudless skies. She walked shoulder to shoulder with the dead, the past-their-time wraiths. It had always been this way for her, and in her quiet, sensitive way, she knew this was different. She was different. There were hazy, half formed paths between this world and the next, that only the deceased could travel, and by some freak miracle, some starling curse, she was one who could walk with them. She was a Crosser.

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I hope you've enjoyed reading our stories! If this happens to be you in any of these photos, you know Kate or me in some way or another. If you don't want your photo up, let us know! More stories to come, and soon, pictures that you can write stories for!

If you're interested in playing a game of "Picture-Stories;" it's simple! Just grab a friend, find pictures, choose names, and write! Submit the photos, names, and stories to thiasthiasthias@gmail.com and we will consider posting them! Have a wonderful August 5th!