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March 27, 2024 at 3:07 pm #178379
@whalekeeper I don’t have nightmares these days either. The only times I’m ever scared in a dream is when lightning strikes close to me, which it does a lot, but I haven’t had anything else disturbing occur in years.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
March 27, 2024 at 4:05 pm #178380@whalekeeper wow you were going full on Undertale with that dream lol
(it’s a video game about monsters, I don’t play it, but I know of it. You can either kill them or befriend them when you meet them, and that drives the story forward different ways)
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
April 2, 2024 at 4:09 pm #178576I’ve read some more of your book! I think I stopped at chapter 16.
The only big thing I’ve noticed so far is that Sef’s expression of her grief feels a little unrealistic. Of course anyone would be devastated if their only family they had left was taken away, that part makes sense. I just felt that her hurting herself really soon afterwards felt off for some reason. Like I feel like she fell into her darkest moment really quickly. I would expect a scene like that to be farther in the book, after she’s gone through some ups and downs in her character arc and then fallen into her darkest moment. Obviously Sef is hurting, but maybe you should portray that in a different way. Idk, for some reason that reaction to her grief, by hurting herself, felt really quick. Does that make sense?
Now, chapter 15 on the other hand… Seeing the difference in Sef’s behavior from an outsider’s perspective really got the message across that Sef was hurting. And that chapter was adorable! I love Lilitu so much. 🥰 I’m a sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope. 😁
Anyway, I love reading your writing so much. I love your style and I’m a little jealous of your way with words. 😆 Prose has always been my weak point. But I love the story so far and I’ll definitely be reading more soon!!
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
April 18, 2024 at 10:49 am #178978Thank you so much for getting back to me! I’m so sorry I haven’t been around much…life just got so crazy and I haven’t had much time lately.
Writing has been really, really, slow…it’s kinda like I’m procrastinating and just being lazy but also genuinely confused and overwhelmed with my WIP!
Everything does make sense, and I’ll try to work on that! Thank you!
Awww thank you so much! <3 that means a lot!
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333April 18, 2024 at 2:06 pm #178981Oh yeah I totally get it. No worries! <3
Ah, I gotcha. I’m kinda there too. At least in one of my WIPs. If I really set myself loose on a different one I’ve been working on on the side, then I’d be writing a lot. XD
Ok, awesome! Glad it was helpful!
Of course!! 😊
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
May 9, 2024 at 11:47 am #179482@anyone So, I wrote a short story. The prompt was write a story with the title longer than the story.
In Which I, Your Noble, Sleep Deprived, Mysterious, and also Remarkably Gorgeous, Heroine, Sink Deeper and Deeper into Despair Following Horrific Tragedy of Incomparable Sorrow, From Which I Will Likely Never Recover, or at the Very Least Not Until Friday, That Thrust Me Into Excruciating Agony of Epic Proportions, Making Me Threaten To Murder The Deplorable One Who Had Dared Commit This Abominable Crime With a Spork, And Then Weep Uncontrollably on the Floor Begging God For a Miracle, Before Succumbing to the Irresistible Temptation to Run Around Screaming As Loud As I Could in a Duck Costume with a Hideous Hat, while Brandishing Previously Mentioned Spork, Causing My Ancient Yoga Obsessed Neighbor Mrs. Tammany Fiddlesticks-Sneep to Call the Police, Who Would Have Locked Me In An Insane Asylum if It Weren’t For My Grandmother and Her Black Belt in Karate.
“I need a lawyer,” I whispered, scrunching into a ball, cheek pressed to the tile. “A therapist. Revenge.” Josh had eaten the last cookie. He knew it was NaNo, that Alfonso had died, that killing characters made me hungry, and he had still done it. I sniffled. Dad wouldn’t make more till Friday! “Beetle headed, flap eared, knave,” I muttered, and burst into tears. Dear God, what did I do to deserve this?
Tempus adest gratiae
Hoc quod optabamus,
Carmina laetitiae
Devote reddamus!May 9, 2024 at 1:29 pm #179485@theducktator That’s amazing 😂 Josh must pay for his crimes
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
May 10, 2024 at 7:18 pm #179560Thank you! And I’m sure he will…😏
Tempus adest gratiae
Hoc quod optabamus,
Carmina laetitiae
Devote reddamus!May 20, 2024 at 3:05 pm #179785@theducktator lol
also RIP Alfonso. Unless he was evil.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
May 21, 2024 at 10:27 pm #179855OH MY GOSH THAT IS AMAZING
MY DAY IS LITERALLY SO MUCH BETTER
I NEEDED THAT
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333May 29, 2024 at 11:58 am #180155Finally doing some actual writing outside of role plays lol
This is the first time Lois and Felicity meet. I’m still figuring out backstories, plot line, and world building. Also, I’m not done, I’m just impatient to show people. I’ll post more once I finish. :]
Felicity’s shoes rubbed and pinched at her ankles as she walked down the empty aisles of the train. The gold fields outside rushed by windows with no one to stare out at them. The train was empty, the ride would be long, and her feet hurt.
Felicity wondered to herself what kind of twisted person invented these foot torture devices, and began to imagine what scathing things she would say to that inventor if she ever met him.
She was just getting to the end of winning her imaginary argument over shoes, when she noticed something that lured her back to reality. A dark haired boy, about her age, sat all alone by a window. He was slumped forward, scribbling with a pen on the table. No doubt he was bored and lonely. Possibly even in desperate need of someone to talk to. Felicity felt duty bound to fulfill that need. She slid into the cushioned seat across from him.
“Hello! Seems we’re the only two passengers onboard. Isn’t that funny? For a while I thought I was the only one!”
The boy blinked at her through wire framed glasses, his face expressionless.
“So did I,” he said.
Felicity beamed and held out a hand to him. “I’m Felicity.”
He took it. “Lois Thorne.”
Felicity’s snort came out louder than expected. “Lois? Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“No, it’s not. It’s mine.”
If the boy felt at all annoyed at the question, she couldn’t tell. He remained completely stoic. She honestly would have received more social cues talking to one of the cows on her family’s farm.
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
May 29, 2024 at 12:05 pm #180156^ @whalekeeper @keilah-h @rae @esther-c @mineralizedwritings @anyone
It’s not much, but it’s a lot for me right now
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
May 29, 2024 at 1:44 pm #180159May 29, 2024 at 1:52 pm #180161Fel, try sandals. They stay on your feet unlike flip-flops and don’t squeeze your feet like sneakers. I recommend them, just find some that fit your feet correctly and you’ll find a world of comfort!
And that scene was great! You should share stuff more often.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)May 29, 2024 at 2:27 pm #180169 -
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