jelly
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Post by jelly on Oct 6, 2023 22:19:54 GMT
There's been a bit of writing talk on here so I wanted to borrow this thread idea that I've seen before! Basically it's what it says on the tin, share a couple of lines of what you've been writing! Feel free to redact anything you want-- either due to spoilers or to keep distance from IRL activities-- or to just comment on someone else's writing instead of posting your own Here's an example, and also I suppose my own entry to this haha: Other than the glow, which she’s henceforth ignoring until they can’t, there’s also someone she doesn't recognize loitering on the steps. The first noticeable thing about them is that they're holding their drink in that way that tends to make certain people panic at it. One handedly, only holding the lid that's sticking to the rest of the cup through some force of will. Clare is not one to panic at it. Although they feel like they knew some people that would, not that they can remember their names or anything else important, thanks brain. The second thing, and probably the thing they should have noticed first, is that they're smoking slightly. From their body, not like, smoking something. It drifts off in waves, without any sign of where it's coming from, and easily dissipates in the wind. Man, smoke detectors must hate this person.
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Post by mrsmoe on Oct 7, 2023 4:08:23 GMT
So, Azure's NaNoWriMo thread inspired me to take on traditional writing again after spending so much time focusing on screenwriting. These are the opening paragraphs of a short story I just now started working on. I literally opened up a google doc with no thoughts or plans about how it was gonna go and just tried to follow my creative intuition. That takes a LOT for me to do, but I'm sorry if it ends up making this seem somewhat amateurish lol
"As much as I want to say I’ve been walking down these stairs for as long as I can remember, I know that’s too inaccurate. I am a person without memory. A person without a beginning, history, or birth. I have no recollection of when or why I was put on this earth, or who I was before this point. All there has been is the present and, along with it, my senseless existence. The present is all I have and likely all there will be. How can there be a future, when all I know and ever will know are these stairs?
The stairs are the only meaning of my life. I spend every day of every year walking down them, blind to where they may lead. There is never a moment, not a single second, where I cease to move. It’s always one foot after another, the repetition that carries me downward. The only thing I know, and the only thing I do.
Where are these stairs leading to? I could never tell you. I wouldn’t be walking down them if I knew the answer. Or at least, that’s what I’m assuming. Maybe at some point, long ago, I was curious about where they’d take me. The person I was before might’ve seen them and wondered if they paved the way to something marvelous. I envy that person, who now no longer exists. It must’ve been lovely to live with so much fascination and wanderlust in my heart. But now I am all that remains. All that is left of that naive soul is a machine. A lifeless husk performing a series of repetitive motions."
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eternalpuppetmaster
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Post by eternalpuppetmaster on Oct 8, 2023 10:55:12 GMT
That moment when you write the end to a story in a couple sentances that you love and realise that the story you want to tell between here and the ending is very very long.
anyways here is the last couple of sentences to a longfic im writing.
"Then she said I love you, and so Melanie said I you back, and their hands sat upon eachother, perfectly intertwined. A drop of rain landed in front of them but they knew not to move, they each had time before the storm began in earnest yet."
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jelly
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Post by jelly on Oct 14, 2023 21:18:26 GMT
Oooh! mrsmoe what a captivating and mysterious opening! It reminds me a bit of this performance art video I saw a while ago...! :0 I already feel quite bad for the situation the protagonist finds themselves in, poor guy... :-( eternalpuppetmaster -- what a wonderful ending!! I always struggle to end on captivating/strong lines, so it always impresses me when people are able to whip such nice ones up! The feeling or respite and soft love is so sweet! Best of luck with writing all the parts in between!! Here's a later part of the same WIP I posted above. I forgot to mention it then, and it becomes very obvious here, but this is blaseball[sic] fanfiction! XD the POV character, Clare Ballard II, is a replica/clone of a pre-return-of-blaseball player -- which is why they mention someone with her name. I actually have a terrible habit of not writing in actual games into my writing, so I'm happy over being able to include an actual canonical event, silly enough...! "Quite suddenly they are able to place why, exactly, they felt that they've seen this person before. She should have been able to recognize them instantly. How many other players have they seen with smoke flowing off of them? The change in uniform, as weak as a defense it sounds, must have messed them up. Curse their lack of practice in people changing looks, this is what she gets for seeing only unchanging, preserved players for a year. They certainly look less intimidating with their dark blue and gold being replaced with the soft pink of the Mill's. Although, admittedly, being in the shadows of the Vault Legends didn’t give them a good look at the other anyways. They remember, though, crystal clear, when rewatching the game that the camera swung over to the Star’s dugout suddenly, tracking the player with her name, almost– almost her name, lunging over the bench to snatch a disk marking a run and disappearing again into the tunnels with a grin. When the camera lingered for just a beat too long, the caster working themselves up over the upset, that one of the players in frame laughed, rolling their wrists the exact same way. A habit, probably picked up some time so long ago it seems almost impossible that it even existed to Clare."
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Post by fryday13 on Mar 8, 2024 7:09:54 GMT
Some self indulgent vigilante angst from a fic I don't think I'll ever finish:
"Self loathing falls with the rain. It puddles inside and weighs him down more with each drop. It’s late at night, or early morning, he doesn't know. The clouds hang low overhead, crying down upon the sleeping city. He’s been out for a good while now, stalking the darkness, looking for some poor criminal to vent his frustration on. Because that’s what he was really doing wasn’t it? It all started because he wanted to help people, but it devolved into something else, some sort of twisted addiction. He couldn’t just not go out. He’d tried on different occasions, but in the dead of night, not able to sleep, he would always end up dragging himself through his window and up the fire escape."
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jelly
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Post by jelly on Mar 8, 2024 22:54:20 GMT
Some self indulgent vigilante angst from a fic I don't think I'll ever finish: "Self loathing falls with the rain. It puddles inside and weighs him down more with each drop. It’s late at night, or early morning, he doesn't know. The clouds hang low overhead, crying down upon the sleeping city. He’s been out for a good while now, stalking the darkness, looking for some poor criminal to vent his frustration on. Because that’s what he was really doing wasn’t it? It all started because he wanted to help people, but it devolved into something else, some sort of twisted addiction. He couldn’t just not go out. He’d tried on different occasions, but in the dead of night, not able to sleep, he would always end up dragging himself through his window and up the fire escape." Oooh, how hard-boiled! Almost reminds me a bit of the tone in a lot of Raymond Chandler's stuff! I love the glimpse into this guy's character already...! And just because I'm now reminded that this thread exists, here's a small(ish, actually this is a bit long to be considered "5 lines" XP) snippet froommm a crossover between two 90s - 00s animanga canons. Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou and Kino's Journey! I'm half considering just making it into a comic (maybe in a sort of pastiche of YKK style?) and, if your familiar with Kino, this does takes place in YKK's universe. I'm handwaving how they've gotten there a little bit! XD
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