This is usually what happens when I get horrible writers block over a long weekend, lol
And the fact that I need a name for my story, which I’m still at a loss for even though I had a name in progress.
(I think I already posted the first two chapters, but for anybody who doesn’t care if it gets spoiled I have the summary in my profile)
NEREVAR117 wrote:
I have a question, how many stories have any of you written?
Dozens of attempts; in total my short stories that I can remember numbers about three, and I’ve tried to write a novel many times. (finally settled on one recently, hopefully the idea comes together soon)
NEREVAR117 wrote:
I have a question, how many stories have any of you written?
Dozens of attempts; in total my short stories that I can remember numbers about three, and I’ve tried to write a novel many times. (finally settled on one recently, hopefully the idea comes together soon)
NEREVAR117 wrote:
I have a question, how many stories have any of you written?
Dozens of attempts; in total my short stories that I can remember numbers about three, and I’ve tried to write a novel many times. (finally settled on one recently, hopefully the idea comes together soon)
Have you written any poems Ty? just curious...
One that I can remember, that I don’t have with me at the moment lol
Not the best poet, more of a writer, though even my touch for that is slowly fading. (trying to keep mind in story is hard, view it like a movie and whatnot)
NEREVAR117 wrote:
I have a question, how many stories have any of you written?
Dozens of attempts; in total my short stories that I can remember numbers about three, and I’ve tried to write a novel many times. (finally settled on one recently, hopefully the idea comes together soon)
Have you written any poems Ty? just curious...
One that I can remember, that I don’t have with me at the moment lol
Not the best poet, more of a writer, though even my touch for that is slowly fading. (trying to keep mind in story is hard, view it like a movie and whatnot)
NEREVAR117 wrote:
I have a question, how many stories have any of you written?
Dozens of attempts; in total my short stories that I can remember numbers about three, and I’ve tried to write a novel many times. (finally settled on one recently, hopefully the idea comes together soon)
Have you written any poems Ty? just curious...
One that I can remember, that I don’t have with me at the moment lol
Not the best poet, more of a writer, though even my touch for that is slowly fading. (trying to keep mind in story is hard, view it like a movie and whatnot)
o.o I see.
-goes to dig it up-
The Angel and Dragon, together they cry
Their wings are broken, neither can fly
They wander through the land under night
Wondering when they’ll again take flight
They look to the sky like long lost lovers
Their gaze falls down to look at the other
The feelings are some, both love and sorrow
They walk together, to fly tomorrow
With one wing apiece, they rely on each other
They soar through the sky like morning lovers
High in the air, beyond the naked eye
The Angel and Dragon, together they fly
NEREVAR117 wrote:
I have a question, how many stories have any of you written?
Dozens of attempts; in total my short stories that I can remember numbers about three, and I’ve tried to write a novel many times. (finally settled on one recently, hopefully the idea comes together soon)
Have you written any poems Ty? just curious...
One that I can remember, that I don’t have with me at the moment lol
Not the best poet, more of a writer, though even my touch for that is slowly fading. (trying to keep mind in story is hard, view it like a movie and whatnot)
o.o I see.
-goes to dig it up-
The Angel and Dragon, together they cry
Their wings are broken, neither can fly
They wander through the land under night
Wondering when they’ll again take flight
They look to the sky like long lost lovers
Their gaze falls down to look at the other
The feelings are some, both love and sorrow
They walk together, to fly tomorrow
With one wing apiece, they rely on each other
They soar through the sky like morning lovers
High in the air, beyond the naked eye
The Angel and Dragon, together they fly
NEREVAR117 wrote:
I have a question, how many stories have any of you written?
Dozens of attempts; in total my short stories that I can remember numbers about three, and I’ve tried to write a novel many times. (finally settled on one recently, hopefully the idea comes together soon)
Have you written any poems Ty? just curious...
One that I can remember, that I don’t have with me at the moment lol
Not the best poet, more of a writer, though even my touch for that is slowly fading. (trying to keep mind in story is hard, view it like a movie and whatnot)
o.o I see.
-goes to dig it up-
The Angel and Dragon, together they cry
Their wings are broken, neither can fly
They wander through the land under night
Wondering when they’ll again take flight
They look to the sky like long lost lovers
Their gaze falls down to look at the other
The feelings are some, both love and sorrow
They walk together, to fly tomorrow
With one wing apiece, they rely on each other
They soar through the sky like morning lovers
High in the air, beyond the naked eye
The Angel and Dragon, together they fly
I’m a pathetic poet lol
lol. It’s not that bad.
Eh, my story writing is better. I wrote a particular snippet of the third chapter while I was at school.
The lights slowly began to fade behind the trees as the boy continued walking into the forest beside the pool. There were no lights in the small set of woods, and trying to find one’s footing was often difficult at the best of times. Twigs snapped under Travis' feet as he continued through the forest slowly, gradually allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimming light. He glanced back to a small group of people passing a lit cigarette around, each of them dressed up in the stereotypical “gangster” clothing style. Their figures disappeared behind a particularly large tree, and he glanced forward to the small gap where the trees dissipated and the Safeway and dollar store buildings would have made a corner. The small gravel pathway cut through the forest and gradually emptied from behind the buildings, where Travis' eyes had to readjust to the light emitting from a lamppost set right on the corner. He sighed as he cut across the large parking lot set in the middle of the U-shaped strip mall set by the library. The neon signs from the building often did more to illuminate the lot than the lights set randomly within the lot. He slipped between the few cars that lay in the lot, the majority of which had somehow conversed nearest to the Dairy Queen across from the Safeway store.
“Must be a special or something," he mumbled to himself as he continued walking in front of the buildings and past the ice cream store. A Chinese food restaurant, coffee lounge, and pub passed by his right before he turned right and walked by the pub patio facing the Safeway gas station. The boy could see the co-op across the street, and quickly bolted down the gas station driveway and across the street, slowing down to a walking pace before entering the large co-op section.
“I really hope dad isn’t mad with me," he thought to himself as he steadied his breathing from the sprint. He had so rarely stayed outside as late as he did that he had no idea what his father’s reaction would be to his late arrival. Granted that Cassandra had walked to his home with him, and he volunteered to walk her to work at McDonalds a half an hour away, it was still little excuse for it. It was more of the fact that they had not eaten dinner that would have bothered his father more. He let his breath out in a long sigh and slowly pushed open the door.
“Hey," he called as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The slightly aged but calm echo from his father sitting in the green recliner chair ahead of him gave him a sign of relief as he discarded his shoes and jacket in the closet across from the stairs. “Cassy came by so I walked her to work."
“Alright, you get something to eat?" his father asked as he stood up from the chair and started walking into the kitchen adjacent to the front door.
Poetry never was my forte, always was more of a “love poet” than anything lol
I thought of an idea for a horror movie, can you tell me what you think?
You know how when something dies you can make it’s corpse into a jewel by putting it through a furnace/incinerator/whatever and applying intense pressure? I was gonna make a story about some guy who’s killed tons of people and each time he does he cremates them down into a jewel as part of a collection.
I know it sounds like the plot of a B horror movie script but I wouldn’t write the whole story based exclusively on it, I just thought it’d be an additional element. Does it sound like a good idea?
It’s hard coming up with new ideas, and that idea sounds new an fresh. It’s not corny or sounds bad, and burning and crushing bodies sounds deliciously horrifying. The reason? To become part of some collection for a possibly insane man.
I say go for it. Sounds decent, but you could turn that into really good.
--- She will always be the only one. It’s only when you’re truly wise, you realize how ignorant you are.
Kind of an odd question, but I’ve seen with a bit of my writing that I have a tendency after first describing a place or character to quickly redescribe it in a later chapter (kind of like a memory refresh, or if the first description wasn’t clear enough, usually it’s reworded significantly), but I have no idea if doing such a thing is particularly bad or if refreshing on descriptions is better. (also, due to my lack of reading any stories as of late, I have no idea if anyone else does this ^^; )
(P.S. Wow this is taking off better than I had expected, and I initially thought it would just be me coming here to complain. I have so many issues with my writing it’s not funny. >.> )
(P.P.S. Sean, you probably could make an entire story on that alone, but if that isn’t the plan I can see it turning into a really good part of a story, maybe a big part depending on how in-depth you go with the background)
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