Post drafts of stories you're writing.
This should be fun
Post drafts of stories you're writing.
This should be fun
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It sounds silly, but I'm working on a short story right now set in WW2 where three different soldiers have to survive a battle, but none of them speak the same language. I don't know how to actually put it to paper though...
I am writing a story about a man who can pause time when he holds his breath... but I don't wanna post it, my writing is pretty good but it's like 5000words already
That sounds interesting. Could be an actual good war novel if you write it correctly. You could maybe switch narratives between the three soldiers and have them describe how they perceive the world. That mixed in with some trauma and well-written storyline could be good
i'm writing an anecdote about 4 kids at a campfire graduating from high-school. as they leave individually, they give words of wisdom. when the final two (who are in love) depart from each other, the guy puts all of the parting words of the last three together to fully realize that they may be with each other in memory, and they hop into their vehicles and part ways down a country road.
the greater moral of the story will be about the acceptance of goodbyes and the acceptance of change.
I'm writing a story of a kid who spends all day shitposting on the internet.
Nothing worthwhile happens, he's a NEET and this goes on from start to finish.
Based on true events.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking at first, but it's quickly becoming way too experimental for a novice like me to handle...
The battle the story is set in, Narvik, is almost unheard of outside of Norway so finding sources in English is difficult.
I almost think it would be better suited as a screenplay
Oh, this is my time to shine. Here is the introduction to a story I call "Shitty World." The idea is that there is an alternate world where humans only poo once in their life. Their poo goes to a sub-dimension that exists outside of time, holding the poo from the past, present, and future.
And here is the introduction to a story I call "AZMC." It's about a selfish, depressed man who hates his job and doesn't care for other people. His biggest care in life is tfw no gf/bf. When he obtains the wildest superpowers in the Multiverse, he becomes a reluctant superhero and has to stop the big bad evil guy from destroying fucking everything. But he can't leave the city of Cleveland, Ohio. And he develops a romantic relationship with the city.
Here is my completed story I call "A Postmodern Tale." It's about a guy who takes a shit, goes insane, and kills all his friends.
It's a horror about a secretive Celtic tribe, still around in 1979, that perform a ritual which, amongst other things, causes there to be perpetual twilight and storms, animals to kill themselves and act strangely, and everyone in the surrounding area to have waking nightmares.
I've written the first chapter but am losing steam. It's called The Gloaming
I can't tell you my story. I don't want anyone to steal it.
Then why would you even post, Anonymous?
A girl living in earth as society is about to go to hell. A guy stranded with his crewmates in the alternate dimension know as The Otherworld for six years. It's told in a nonlinear way, like if it's peices of diaries and takes place in various different points in time in their lives
Anyone have any tips about how I should go about this?
I'm planning on writing a manga about a prince (second in line to succession) who goes to an island inhabited by demons. He hopes if he kills enough of them he can prove himself "worthy" of being king.
Idk if this is stupid idea or not desu.
Does he get his sissy ass pounded by the demons?
Got a couple ideas floating around
1. Fantasy type novel - men from continent A colonized continent B. Elves from B sent a plague to continent A and killed most of the men. The former colonists are now enslaved. Story would revolve around a slave leaving the elf slave army, sailing over to continent A, discovering he's king, taking the survivors back to continent B and uniting some of the other races against the elves.
2. Cyberpunk type story meets automation: Basically
>Guy went to college to get one of the few non automated jobs left
>Daughter was killed at birth when robot doctor screwed up government mandated cyber implant on her
>Man loses job and is replaced by robot, wife leaves him
Cant decide where to have it go from there. I was thinking Id have him leave to join the space military to leave everything behind but then I think it could be better if I kept him on Earth
Rate pls
Been thinking about a story where a guy is in a broken world and travels through time to try and stop the event but he thinks he traveled back in time when he actually traveled forwards and is the reason the world is broken
Themes would be acceptance of guilt and destiny vs free will
So you know that there is a story being made from a robot you post with.
Had a GOT pokemon fanfic idea as well but it was amazingly gay and didn't go through with it
in a world where tomorrow doesn't exist
indiscriminately sticking it may be his only hope
Since you robots love hucow girls I'm going to shill my erotic short story here:
College student Jenny goes over to her friend Abby's house for cocktails one night. Abby has ginourmous knockers, easily the biggest in the school. Over the course of the night, several incidents (including a covert peek into Abby's laundry hamper) lead to Jenny becoming jealous and feeling inferior of her friend's massive chest. The climax is a big reveal!
I promise it's not shit.
Funnily enough, I wanted to write a crime/thriller comic where one of the arcs centres around a tranny cult before all this nonsense happened. I just wanted to make a comic that pisses faggots/liberals off.
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The frontier system: hundreds of mineral-dense planets, many ripe for terraformation. Multiword corporations vie for control in a war delayed and harshened by the vacuumous lightyears of space.
Native life on the frontier is microbic or plant-like, except for a lone deviant species. Manifesting itself as a single massive organism spread through each of its host planets, the Slime is capable of total morphological adaptability. Its body while "neutral" is a gelatinous pool of protein and silicate membranes, usually gathered around a middle layer of foreign material harvested from its environment. A developed colony, however, will outfit itself with any number of flagellum, fins, legs, wings, pincers, mandibles, tentacles, claws or other digital extremity.
These changes are immediate, reversible, and seem to be enacted with eons of instintcual deftness even as the Slime spreads over new and foreign worlds. Defensively it usually resorts to large, irregular scales often described (incorrectly)1 as "chitinous" by observers. The one thing totally lacking from the Slime is a recognizable sensory organ, brain, or indeed any nervous system at all.
Even without any apparent faculty for higher thinking, the slime has demonstrated logical deduction, self-awareness, and above human-level dexterity.2 Above even these abilities, the greatest biological advantage of the Slime is its ability to communicate instantaneously with itself, even between planets. It is for this reason, and the total unanimous compatibility of its every scattered component, that the Slime is considered a single organism. How it achieves interplanetary travel, or even its planet of origin, is not yet known.
It has been more than a decade since first contact, and nearly that much time since the first documented incident of the Slime correctly reverse-engineering and replicating human weapons. More recently, probes have detected signs of particle-canon waste radiation from deep inside the system. How long humankind will continue to hold the technological advantage is unknown.
While the existential threat posed by the Slime has not been missed by humanity, that feeling of dread was overshadowed by one of possibility and destiny. The discovery of the frontier system came at a time in human history when industrial expansion had reached an apocalyptic extreme. Awareness of our inevitable doom had settled into the public conscious generations ago. The hope generated by this new system was quickly exploited, and with hundreds of overpopulated planets to draw from already, the price of a human life on government colonial expeditions was pitiful while the opportunity cost a fortune. When the Slime began to push back military forces, multiworlds corporations were incentivized to conquer and terraform threatened planets with privileges that basically amounted to ownership of those worlds.
Because of the restrictive expense of sending material and manpower to the frontier, it quickly became profitable for multiworlds to develop, train and arm their own elite reconnaissance units, capable of securing entire worlds in units of twenty individuals or fewer. These soldiers were augmented physically and mentally, their bodies enhanced and their minds entwined and suspended in a network of supercomputers from the moment of birth. Most are sent into space with the age and mental level of children, but arrive at their destination sharp from decades of constant training simulation.
Their exploits and victories are relayed to the home-systems, corporate propoganda serving as a lure for the frontier. Even as the political landscape shifts, the worlds are enthralled by those metal soldiers of yesteryear, fighting on with their antiquated weapons and dated manners of speech. Corporate logos are tucked into corners, and the utilitarian flag of Humanity hoisted high over their work.
The frantic pace of weapons developement is fueled by the incalculable gains of the corporations' new worlds, and the Slime is battered back with an ever-changing arsenal; the deadliest mankind can produce. Back it retreats, further into the system towards its sun, losing ground but learning, learning...
autist who enjoys doing stupid stories that probably never get an ending.
This story is a group of woman who usually suffer from it through a web worm garden. A years later, he is not arrived yet. It was seen other staff worms were busy in the garden. The car stopped and the man left from the right, who himself struggled get rid of the handcuffs. We have to run now. He understands this is his own garden.
Writing about people who sing to sand. Think airbender type shit, but I expand upon it to more than just elements. Time, space, gravity, anything can be "sung" to in a certain rhythm and manipulated. The people capable of doing this however are in short supply. So kingdoms spread among the stars are willing to kill anyone, steal anything, and raze any village that stands in their way to find these human tools of war. The main character turns out to be one of the singers, loses his hometown and family once they catch wind of it, and he goes to ground to hide.
Long story short he gets into antics with forgotten gods, political genocides, and good ol homegrown revolution.
i just started on a romanticist piece earlier today, about a young man in the colonial era and his isolation from society. It has a heavy focus on eloquence and imagery.