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[sjm9876]

Well i'm looking to improve my writing, and I'm not really full of ideas when sober.
therefore, if you have any small ideas of something i could write, you can post them here and I'll give it a shot - I'm thinking a character description or a fight scene, etc..... i may do something longer, but only if i get the chance.
All feedback is welcome.

[Cheesecake]

Write about an anthropomorphic pig who has just gained sentience and the ability to speak Human. He has to escape the farm and rescue his family that he obviously isn't related to.

By the way, can we join in this? I need to improve my writing too.

[sjm9876]

Sure. Don't see any issue. Also adds an aspect of competition for those who are motivated by such

[sjm9876]

Spoiler: intro thing (click to show/hide)

 Bacon woke to find the normally comfortable mud of his pigsty cramped and filthy. he mused on this a second, before realising with a start that he had never mused on anything before. Sure, perhaps he had looked forwards to the next mornings swill, but he had never really thought about it. But he had more urgent things to think about. His body was screaming at him, demanding space. And so he reached out to pull himself from the sty with his arms. freeing himself, he looked down.
 Arms! Who knew how useful they were?
 No wonder the masters were so great. With limbs like these, he could do so much. He wouldn't need to rely on anyone. Joyful, he bent down, scooping up swill into his mouth. But something seemed off. This wasn't right. This trough, himself...... something seemed wrong. It was with a sudden shock that he reached to cover himself, his trotters seeming inadequate for the job. He looked around hastily, before his eyes settled back upon the sty. Hearing footsteps, he wasted no time in leaping behind it, and crouching out of sight.
 She came round the corner, whistling without a care in the world. The master. Bacon looked on, his eyes following hers as she counted the pigs. One missing, of course. Him.
 He looked round as she walked over to the sty, searching for a place to hide. As she bent to look in the sty, hands on hips, he made a run for it.
 She looked up at the noise, seeing a flash of flesh as he vaulted the fence and ran around the corner. She sighed. How had it got out? Bacon, she guessed. That one always had seemed smart.
 It was with shock that she rounded the corner, to see what she would later describe as a monstrosity crouching behind the tractor bonnet. it looked her straight in the eye, before turning tail and fleeing. She ran back to the house, reaching for the shotgun, but not before she looked over her shoulder at the retreating creature and catching sight of its marked rump.