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    MineralizedWritings
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      @savannah_grace2009

      Sure thing! Post whatever writing you like!


      @esther-c

      Lol, Ev and his constant attitude

      @freedomwriter76 @lightoverdarkness6 @smiley @hybridlore @keilah-h @trailblazor

      Ignore that tag if you’re not interested!

       

      I’ve been working on my second version (Not really draft, it’s a total re-plot) of book 1! Here’s a unedited scene, I didn’t bother with italics and It’ll probably be changed in the final version.

      “Ok! Let’s start the day off well.” Aleshia claps her hands together excitedly while the bakery helpers get ready for the day.

      Lesli glances around nervously. A cluster of 5 girls; some older and some younger; giggle in the corner.

      Are they talking about me?

      They turn in synchrony at the sound of Aleshia’s projected voice.

      “We have a new worker here today, everybody meet Lesli Mintz!!” Aleshia smiles wide, accentuating the crows feet on her eyes.

      A slight pause follows. Lesli cringes as every eye in the room turns to her. “Hi.”

      “Ok, here we have Maggie, Pam, Tris, Meggie; we call her Meg to not confuse her with Maggie; Madison and Grace.”

      Lesli nods, shuffling her feet nervously.

      “Welcome to the club!” Aleshia drops a pink frilly lace edged apron into her hands. Lesli takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes. The bakery bustles to life around her, each worker running to their cubby. Tris; standing nearly 6 inches taller than Lesli; pulls her light brown hair back into a tight ponytail while Meg ties her apron behind her back.

      “Here, I’ll help you Lesli.” Aleshia takes the apron from her hands, drapes it around her neck, and ties it behind her back. “There. Now don’t you look cute.” aleshia pauses before she leaves, looking back at Lesli.

      “The other girls can show you what they need help with–”

      Lesli nods, looking back at the group of girls, reforming into a uncomfortable cluster in the back. “Go on…” Aleshia motions for her to join the other.

      I never knew Lesli was so quiet away from home!

      Lesli skips over to the group of girls with a pep in her step, trying to look like a prospective friend. The rest of the group turns in silence at her arrival. Lesli backs up a step.

      “I just… she told me to join you guys…” Lesli fiddles with the lace on her apron.

      “Oh ok…” Tris looks around the circle. It’s not quite time yet but… I guess we can show you around.”

      Lesli nods curtly, turning to follow the group.

      “Did you see Kiera’s new boyfriend?” Meg’s voice cuts through the sound of flats clacking against the polished concrete floor. Lesli looks back, getting a brief glance at her black ponytail bobbing as she jumps with excitement.

      “Wait what?” Pam nearly squeals, rushing up beside Meg. “I haven’t!”

      “He’s a miner, I mean duh! But he’s tall… has blond hair… y’know? I thought I pointed him out to you last time he came by the shop.”

      “Oh… would that be Layson?” Pam asks.

      “Ew no!!” Meg cries.

      Lesli’s cheeks burn. “Layson’s very nice. I knew somebody who didn’t have any friends in his grade for a year, and Layson played cards with him every recess.”

      A short silence follows, broken by a few giggles.

      “Do you like him then?” Madison calls out as she removes a steel mixing bowl from the lower cabinet. She peeks back to look at Lesli from between the other girls, displaying a slight smirk.

      “Not really.”

      “Ohmygoodnesswait!!” Grace steps down from the step stool she had been standing on, with a couple baking pans in hand.

      “You’re that girl from the mines!”

      A couple of the others gasp.

      “Oh, so she has all the gossip then.” Pam reaches for the recipe book, opening it on beautiful pages full of Aleshia’s handwriting.

      “I don’t share gossip. The boys are my co-workers, and anything that I saw in the workplace can stay there.”

      “So then tell me about Layson! You seem to take a liking to him.” Maggie hands Lesli a bag of sugar. “¼ cup of that please.”

      Lesli shakes her head as she digs through the measuring spoons for a quarter cup. “He’s enthusiastic and a hard worker.”

      Maggie sighs. “Oh come on, you’ve got more than that.”

      “What about Leo? He’s cute.” Madison shares a swoonful look with Grace.

      “Leo?” Lesli furrows her eyebrows. “I don’t know him really well, he hangs out with a different group.”

      “Do they talk about us?” Maggie asks, adding more ingredients to the bowl.

      “Not when I’m around.” Lesli scims over the recipe before adding some vanilla.

      Tris looks up briefly from oiling a baking tray. “You guys need to stop soon or we are not going to get anything done by the time Aleshia is back. Besides, I don’t think you’re getting anything out of her.”

      Meg makes a sad face from her perch atop the ladder stool. Lesli follows the ingredient lists carefully, and the other girls pour batter into baking pans. Business returns to a sort of rhythm, with customers pouring in throughout the morning hours, and dwindling after normal work hours start. Aleshia bustles through the front doorway with a load of empty crates, setting them down with a heave.

      “Well!” She brushes off her apron. “Busy day today huh? I’ll be back in a second.”

      Grace drops an icing spoon into the sink after licking it clean. “So. You don’t have a boyfriend currently?”

      Lesli pauses long, looking at the smirk in Grace’s eyes. She quietly shakes her head, pretending not to care. “Never have.” She reluctantly takes the mixing bowl from Grace and sets it atop the counter in front of her. Lesli stirs the batter, sneezing as flour poofs into her face.

      “Never?” Meg pries. “Like actually? You definitely could be pretty…”

      Lesli swallows hard.

      I don’t need to be pretty. It’s not like I care.

      She pauses from stirring, staring at the swirled mixture in the bowl in front her.

      “We could help you find one.” Maggie scrapes cookies off the pan and onto a tray to cool.

      Grace whips around to face the other girls, her ponytail follows a second behind. “What do you mean, I think she’s already got her heart set on Layson.”

      Lesli smolders in the corner, stirring harder.

      In the mines, that kind of behavior gets you into a fight.

      “I’m not dating Layson. He’s too energetic and wild anyways.” Lesli looks up slowly, turning to face Grace. “You don’t need to find me a boyfriend.”

      “You’ve never dated then?”

      “No! I haven’t! She just asked that like two minutes ago!” Lesli raises her voice. “Having dated isn’t the only commendable quality a girl can possess!” She places her hands on her hips defiantly.

      Grace shrugs. “I’m sorry, we just find you interesting! That’s all.”

      “Sure.” Lesli sighs.

      Then find me interesting in silence.

      ***

       

       

      “Ok ok! Everyone! Lunch rush! We can do this!” Aleshia claps her hands together. “We should have at least 5 batches of all the five main muffin flavors, and 3 batches of cookies, by 11:30.

      The girls disperse to their stations. Lesli stands in front of the large industrial sink, mindlessly washing dishes. She sighs as one of the girls sets a new bowl of used utensils in the sink. Rubber gloves slip against the sudsy water, making it hard to grip the dishes. Aleshia comes up beside her, rinsing off the dishes and placing them into the drying rack.

      “So!” She whispers, leaning close. “How’s the first day.”

      Lesli shrugs. “I uh… it’s alright. I’d rather be mining.”

      “Well that’s ok, I think we all know change is hard.” Aleshia smiles warmly. “There’s a lot of change going on in all of our lives, isn’t there?”

      Lesli nods. “Yeah.”

      “You’re 18 now… you have a brand new job and co-workers… Oh! And not to mention our bunker has a little unrest with the earthquake.” Aleshia sighs.

      “What about for you?” Lesli asks, scrubbing dried crumbs from a large tray.

      “Oh, for me? Hm… let me think… you know there actually isn’t too much change for us… well, Tauren turning 17 this winter is a really big deal, don’t you think? And work has been harder for him.”

      “Really? Why so?” Lesli asks.

      “Well he’s working with the older group now.” Aleshia says. “He does get to see his dad more at work though, which is pretty neat.”

      “I thought you had to be 18?”

      “I think people generally move up to work with the adults at 16, but they let you stay with the kids until 18 because they knew you weren’t ready for that yet.”

      Lesli pauses from scrubbing.

      Well isn’t that embarrassing. I had no idea.

      “They didn’t really need me I guess.” Lesli sighs.

      “Well no I don’t think that really matters… You were having fun, Tauren was having fun, and I think it was perfectly happy while it lasted.”

      Wow, They kept me around a whole two extra years just because I was having fun and liked it there.

      Lesli closes her eyes, suppressing the growing weight in her stomach.

      “You look really unhappy Lesli, is everything ok?” Aleshia says sweetly, leaning towards her.

      Lesli furrows her eyebrows, scrubbing harder at a tray. A couple of giggled shouts erupt from the front counter, along with whispers. Lesli sighs.

      “I’m not used to this kind of group, but it’s alright, I can adjust.” Lesli scrubs harder, splashing soapy water onto the wall tiles.

      “Yeah? I know the mines are really really different from this kind of place. You’ll fit in really well. It just takes some time.” She smiles, rinsing the last dish and placing it into the drying rack. “Let’s see what the commotion is out here.”

      Lesli follows Aleshia out into the storefront. Chatter wavers from the cluster of customers standing in front of the glass, being helped by some of the girls.

      “What’s his name?” Grace asks, standing on her toes. “You can see him right? You’re tall Tessa.”

      “Oh it’s just some boy again.” aleshia cuckles, walking behind to the break room.

      “Yeah I can. Y’all don’t make a commotion ok?” Tessa scims the top of the crowd. “It’s Alesha’s son.”

      “Where?” Lesli comes out from the back. She looks out over the crowd, standing on her toes next to Grace.

      Madison laughs, playing with the lace on the edge of her apron. “He was just in front of the store a moment ago.”

      “Tauren?” Lesli asks.

      “Oh is that his name?” Grace says mindlessly, watching from the counter as Tessa helps a customer.

      “Yeah.” Lesli.

      “He’s a miner, duh she knows his name.” Madison laughs lightheartedly.

      “Is he nice?” Tessa asks having taken care of the last customer.

      Lesli’s lips turn to a thin line. She looks around surveying the group of girls. “Yes.”

      Grace smirks, looking over at Tessa. “I think found–”

      “Hello?” Tauren tentatively approaches the front, causing all the girls but Lesli to stand at attention.

      Grace walks over to the front counter. “Can I help you?”

      “Uh yeah– Hi– I would like…” Tauren pretends to look through the front glass at the muffins, already knowing every single one. He glances up just fast enough to catch Lesli sticking her tongue out at him. “How about… one blueberry muffin…” he looks back up at Lesli. “And a couple moments with little miss blondie back there.”

      Lesli laughs, covering her mouth. “Sure thing.”

      Grace hands him the muffin, simultaneously looking back at Lesli.

      “My mom’s the head baker. Did ya know that?” Tauren says, taking the muffin. “Do I get an employee discount?”

      Grace sighs. “Sure. You want it for free don’t you.”

      “Yeah.” Tauren smirks. “Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome.” Grace slinks back to lean against the opposing countertop.

      Tauren slides along the counter to the other end, next to Lesli.

      “Hey buddy.” Lesli playfully rips off his hardhat. She reaches out to ruffle his hair, then pulls her hand back.

      “Go on.” Tauren leans down.

      “It looks sweaty.” Lesli hesitates, then puts the hardhat back onto his head.

      “What did you expect?” Tauren laughs, pressing the hardhat back down. “Les, I’m workin’ so hard.” He makes a fake tired face. “I don’t like it.”

      “Yeah? Well guess what?” Lesli glances back to see the other girls had left for the breakroom. “I don’t like this either.”

      Tauren sighs. “Hey, it could be worse. You’ll get through it Les.”

      “IYeah?” Lesli says. “Can I ask you something?”

      “Sure.”

      “Honest answers ok?”

      “Always.”

      “Do you think I’m objectively pretty?” Lesli fiddles with the end of her braid nervously.

      “Well, let me ask you something. Honest answers, ok?”

      “Yeah?”

      “Where does this question originate?”

      “Oh, alright.”Lesli huffs with mild annoyance. “I just wanna know.”

      “Why?” Tauren peels down the end of his wrapper, watching as a couple crumbs fall onto the polished concrete floor. “You’ve always said you didn’t care about vanity.”

      “Well yes, but I don’t want to be ugly either.”

      “You are not Ugly. Never have been. But I’d still be your friends if you were.”

      “Tauren, that’s not what I’m getting at… just yes or no?” She leans towards him, letting their shoulders touch from opposite sides of the counter.

      “Yes. You’re very pretty Lesli. Now please never worry about it again, because nobody cares and you shouldn’t either.” Tauren says, leaning closer to Lesli. She looks away, breaking his firm eye contact.

      “Alright.” Lesli says under her breath. Her cheeks burn pink. “Anyways um…”

      “I still want to know where that question came from.” Tauren takes a nibble of his muffin before stuffing it into his satchel’s side pocket.

      Lesli turns to hear the other girls from the bakery whispering behind the wall.

      “Don’t date one of them.” Lesli turns back towards Tauren, their brown eyes meeting.

      “Ok!” Tauren chuckles. “I’ll decide for myself. Thank you though.”

      Lesli looks back towards them.

      “Oh I see how this happened, you’re comparing yourself to the others?”

      Lesli shakes her head. “I dunno.”

      Tauren peeks around the corner at the other girls, causing a chorus of whispers and laughter.

      “Since when did you become so popular?” Lesli says with a smirk.

      “I come by here a lot you know… I’m usually pretty shy. Maybe they’re not used to seeing me talk.”

      Lesli looks back at the other girls.

      “You need to get back soon, right?”

      “Oh!” Tauren looks down at his watch. “Lost track of time. Anyways… I’ll see you later.”

      “Yeah. You don’t work yourself too hard ok?!” Lesli shouts after Tauren as he walks out into the waning noon crowd.

      “Can’t promise!” Tauren waves back. “Cya Les!”

      Lesli rolls her eyes as she turns back around, a happy smile on her face. The other girls file in behind her, eyes glistening with excitement.

      Lesli leans back against the counter, looking back as Tauren walks away.

      “Just friends?” Meg asks, sitting down on a chair.

      “Best friends, actually.” Lesli smiles wide.

      "And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."

      #158852
      RAE
      @rae
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        Is it okay if I join you guys here?

        "You need French Toast."

        #158855
        hybridlore
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          @mineralizedwritings

          I love it!!


          @rae

          Of course! You’re welcome anywhere! I usually just pop in and reply to things XD

          "Be careful, for writing books is endless, and much study wears you out." Eccl. 12:12

          #158856
          Sara
          @savannah_grace2009
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            @mineralizedwritings

            Thanks Min!

            @freedomwriter76 @lightoverdarkness6 @smiley @hybridlore @keilah-h

            Here’s what I’ve been working on!

            Beep. Beep. Beep. She squirmed in agony as the tendrils of sound beat against her temples like a jackhammer. She did not want to wake up. She did not want to open her eyes. She did not want to live in a world without her daughters. But she did anyway.

             

            The moment she opened her eyes, Neveah knew it was a mistake. She screamed and recoiled in disgust as she found the cruel hard eyes of a Pythonos looking into hers.

            “What have you done with Hanna? My daughter?” Her lip trembled with rage. What horror was this, that the Pythonos had stolen Hanna, and now herself, leaving Sef alone? Sef. What would she do without her mother? Who would she live with? I am sorry, daughter, she thought with a heavy heart.

            Briefly, she glanced around to survey her surroundings. She was lying on a white cot in a white room with a white door with metal bars across the doors and windows. Wires were taped to her wrists, and a needle protruded from the back of her hand. Various machines inhabited the small room; computers, moniters, and such. Her arms were locked with chains to the sides of the bed. She could not sit up, but she could turn from side to side, uncomfortable as it was. She was trapped, she realized in the back of her mind.

            “Your daughter?” The Pythonos leaned close enough that she could smell his pungent breath and flinched as the hot air engulfed her face. “I’m afraid she’sss no longer your concern,” he smirked.

            “You dirty rotten son of a-” she screamed.

            “Scist your mouth, woman,” he swore and slapped her across the face, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough that it stung for a good half minute afterwards and put an end to her tirade of hatred. “You better learn to keep your mouth shut. Do you think I care if you and your race just dissar away?” Neveah kept her chin held and did not even flinch as he swore for the second time, though she resolved to do as he said and keep quiet, hard as it was. She knew Pythonos were capable of a lot more than slapping their captives once. “You could be an Azer,” he laughed, “Ssso much fire.” With that, he exited the room, leaving Neveah alone with her thoughts.

            Neveah didn’t know what to feel. She wasn’t sure if she should be filled with grief, that she had and her daughters had been painfully, brutally, ripped apart, or if she should feel anger. Too late, Neveah smiled wryly, bitterly, I’m angry. Oh, yes. Her blood was hot in her veins, her hands clenched into fists by her side. How dare they? Who gave them the right? Now hot tears trickled down her cheeks as the rage built up inside her until she thought she might burst from the pressure.

            This was not the kind of anger that a child has when refused a second cookie. No, this was much stronger, more potent than merely angry. No, this was pure, unbridled, hatred. And it felt good. It felt good to direct all her emotions at one thing, one source of this grief in her life. They have clearly never faced a mother bear before, Neveah smiled again. And when this one gets her paws on them, I will tear them apart and they will curse the day they dared to take me or my daughters.

            “I will fight,” she murmered, “Whatever they do to me, when I escape, I will do to them ten times over. Their fate will not be so easy.” Her speech was so powerful, it would have inspired even a rock, however, it might as well have been empty words, as she was still chained to the bed, still a captive of the Pythonos. But to Neveah, it was anything but futile. She was making a promise. A promise to avenge herself, her family, and every Payne that had suffered at the hands of the Pythonos.

            “I will fight,” she tossed her head back and lifted her chin defiantly. Hardening her features, and steeling her will, she lay back against the lumpy pillows and prepared for the days to come. She knew they would not be easy.

            ***

            Ottoline sat in an uncomfortable chair, clenching her jaw as she waited for Jraldath to finish transferring her to the UNIT. She could not, would not, lose her nerve now.

            Jraldath had ushered her into a room with walls over twelve inches thick, and sat her down in a chair in front of a desk. Then he had left her alone. Now she sat in silence. Her sweaty palms made it hard to grip the arms of the chair, and her knuckles were white from squeezing so hard.

            Finally the door swung open, giving her a start, and in walked a tall woman. Her figure was slender, her emerald eyes were cold and heartless, and her black hair framed her face in waves. She was beautiful, Ottoline thought, but terrifying. She wore a black cloak like all the other Pythonos, and underneath she wore a simple green dress that matched her eyes.

            “Prisssoner,” she acknowledged Ottoline’s presence, “I am Ssselena. You will anssswer to me here. I asssume you have met my husssband, Jraldath,” Ottoline swallowed hard and stiffly nodded. The name brought a string of unpleasant memories that she did not want to relive. “You are new, therefore, you will hear all thessse rules and then obey them, lessst you sssuffer the consssequencesss.” Ottoline nodded again.

            “We will proceed then,” Selena pursed her dark red lips. “Mealsss will be served once a a day. In the rare inssstancesss that you are well enough to get out of bed, then you will go directly to the cafeteria. One of the guardsss will essscort you. Otherwissse, one of the ssservantsss will bring your meal to you.” She paused. “You will do whatever the guardsss tell you, like it or not. Punishmentsss will be severe, and you will receive them as the guardsss or myssself sssee fit. Your room will be equipped with a chamber pot to relieve yourssself, if you are able to get out of bed. Do you underssstand?” she turned her gaze to Ottoline.

            “Yes, ma’am,” Ottoline whispered, looking away. And then a thought crossed her mind. “Um-ma’am?” Selena glared at her, but motioned for her to proceed. “What if….how will I-what if I’m not able to get out of bed? How will I-”

            “Welcome to the UNIT,” Selena interrupted her, smiling sweetly. “You may follow me.” Ottoline stood up on trembling knees that threatened to spontaneously give out, and followed her out of the room. The halls in the UNIT were not at all like the dark and dingy ones of her old prison block. These were painted sterile white, with blinding fluorescent lights so strong that not even a shadow appeared as they traversed forward. Selena’s heels click-clacked against the concrete floor-one thing that had stayed the same-in an ominous way as she walked at inhuman speed.

            The doors were few, and the ones that existed were completely metal, with door handles with keypads. Every few feet, a security camera protruded from the walls.

            Finally, Selena stopped suddenly. Typing in a code on the door, she pulled it open and motioned for Ottoline to enter. She did so, and her legs felt weak as she crossed the threshold. The room had multiple metal desks. On those perched massive computers about as big as Ottoline was tall-though she was of short stature.

            And in the center of the room was a large metal chair.

            In that chair was a boy.

            Lukas&Livia
            #Lalbert
            Sef&Chase
            #HOTTOLINE
            LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333

            #158860
            hybridlore
            @hybridlore
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              @savannah_grace2009

              Ooohh nice cliffhanger! XD

              "Be careful, for writing books is endless, and much study wears you out." Eccl. 12:12

              #158863
              Esther
              @esther-c
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                @trailblazer

                Thanks!! 😊

                Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

                #158864
                Esther
                @esther-c
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                  @mineralizedwritings

                  Ikr? 😂

                  Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

                  #158867
                  MineralizedWritings
                  @mineralizedwritings
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                    @savannah_grace2009

                    Girl your descriptions of emotions are SO good!!

                    Also your villains remind me of slarb from the wingfeather saga XD

                    "And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."

                    #158868
                    MineralizedWritings
                    @mineralizedwritings
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                      @hybridlore

                      Thanks!

                      "And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."

                      #158872
                      Sara
                      @savannah_grace2009
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                        @mineralizedwritings

                        Thanks! That means a lot, lol.

                        Also, what is up with people saying my WIP is a lot like the Wingfeather Saga? I’ve never read them, but so many people have said that, lol. I guess I should read them!

                        Lukas&Livia
                        #Lalbert
                        Sef&Chase
                        #HOTTOLINE
                        LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333

                        #158873
                        Sara
                        @savannah_grace2009
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                          @esther-c @mineralizedwritings @hybridlore

                          Do you want me to post the next one? (since I left off on a cliffhanger)

                          Lukas&Livia
                          #Lalbert
                          Sef&Chase
                          #HOTTOLINE
                          LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333

                          #158874
                          RAE
                          @rae
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                            @whoever

                            So…I’ve got a problemo. His name is Nahim Alfred Nayhelm Jr. At least, that’s his adoptive name, his real name is Alpha Grath. He’s actually a genetically modified clone of two people. Basically a lab-created child.

                            He was captured by the Realn when he was very little and Nahim (my fav character and MC of current WIP) and his fiancee and later wife, Noranay raised him as their child cuz he looked just like Nahim. Actually it was entire plot by my Big Bad guy to kill the emperor of the Realn, before they defeated him. Thankfully, his plans were thwarted. By the way, my main antag’s name is Grathmere, derived from the Realn word for Darkness. Anyway, my problem isn’t with Grathmere, but instead with Jr.

                            He’s gone through many faises, from being like Nahim except with weird comments that he makes at random times Then he turned into a soldier not bothered or effected by anything, to a monsterslayer, to something else that i don’t even know how to explain.

                            I do have a piece of him that i kinda like, but I’m not sure if future readers will like it. I’ll post it here and ask the question:

                            What should I do with Jr?

                            Da stepped down from emporancy about nine years ago, (something about collapsing in the middle of a meeting) but people still treat me as if he was still emperor. They baby me! I have no battles over what I want with masters, as long as da and ma are okay with it, its fine. Life is too easy! I would rather fight for every breath than not fight for the life I want to live. I could talk to Da about it, but we’ve never quite been the father-son-talk-from-the-heat type. Being an emperor’s son is not the life; if I ever hear a sane man say so, I’ll set him on a road of correction. It would be better if I had some kind of physical or mental disability. Then I could conquer it to become the Warrior I am. But I get poked and prodded every year, and each time the results come back as “One of the healthiest people I’ve ever seen.” By “one of the healthiest” they mean “the healthiest.” I’ve never been sick. Never broken a bone (though I have twisted and popped my ankle before, something about getting it stuck in some rocks underground, and I’ve managed to pop my shoulder before). Never really ached (except when I’ve done something rather unhealthy like semi-purposefully getting a rock dropped on me. After that incident, Ma banned me from training for two full thirty-hour days!). Never deficient in my proteins or minerals. Never been really ‘scared to death’. Mentally fine (unless the doctor says he’s going to inject me with something, I never was fine with that). Neither underweight nor overweight. Sufficiently muscled. Trained to be a Warrior of almost top-degree. Very little mutation (for my generation). No surgeries. No allergies. Perfect eyesight. Perfect hearing. Perfect nerves. Perfect heart. Perfect lungs. Perfect liver. Perfect Everything. The only thing that seems to infect me is the habit of accidently (usually) cutting or wounding myself to the point of needing stitches. Happens less often than it used too, only every few months. I don’t even bruise easy! I guess the problem with me is there is no problem.

                            "You need French Toast."

                            #158876
                            Sara
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                              @rae

                              I’m not really sure what your question is, lol. But I like your writing, I think it’s fine how you have it.

                              Lukas&Livia
                              #Lalbert
                              Sef&Chase
                              #HOTTOLINE
                              LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333

                              #158883
                              Esther
                              @esther-c
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                                @mineralizedwritings

                                Aww, I love that!! Tauren and Lesli’s dynamic is one of my favorites. 🥰


                                @savannah_grace2009

                                I’d love to read the next part!!


                                @rae

                                I like it! I’d say just spend some time developing his character more if you aren’t sure what you want to go for yet. I develop characters by creating their personality and such, then writing them to really get to know who they are. That may or may not work for you. You could also just write a few snippets from his point of view, just to get into his head or see how he’ll respond to different situations. If you like him, totally keep him! While there is an aspect of making sure you write something people will read, not everyone is going to like your writing or characters. And that’s okay. So if you feel like keeping Jr. in, go for it!

                                Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

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                                  @savannah_grace2009

                                  You’re welcome!

                                  You should totally read them!

                                  The villains are human mutant sorts, who have been turned into lizards. They also elongate ssss’s like your character does!

                                  “These ssstinky humansss” would be a common phrase 🤣

                                  They are a christian fantasy allegory by Andrew Peterson. Themes are great, characters are great, the themes of realizing who you’ve become hit realllly hard in the later books. It’s four books, the first is quite bad writting+a lot of tropes (It is a kids series, I’m judging too hard lol) but the later books are so much better.

                                  Oh, and while I have your attention, I might as well advertise the crowd funded animated series by Angel studios 😁😝. It’s great, they fixed some of book 1’s plot issues (every change is canon because the author is involved in the animation) the fist season is free on youtube/angel studios and the second is coming out this winter.

                                  Oh, here’s the trailor too XD

                                  The music is great too 🙂

                                  "And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."

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