I had this few time ago when try to made a short stories. After finish I asking my self " did I do drugs?". The plot is about a village-man pottery doll maker who made a doll that designed from child TV show but look like an exotic ghost dolls then sells to America and then Israel as exotic ghost dolls, the village-man afraid that his dolls could become container of explosives by extremist.
I was "Nooo, something wrong with this writing, something wrong with me.."
edited 29th Apr '11 7:47:09 AM by Roofslepttroper
I finally had an incident. Whoo. go me.
I wrote an event that I thought was kinda funny when I wrote it.
Now I wonder if I was high at the time.
Read my stories!Sometimes, I just find an excuse to write a Shakespearean dialogue with the evil-colored text.
no need for an excuse, just do it!
as of the 2nd of Nov. has 6 weeks for a broken collar bone to heal and types 1 handed and slowlyYeah, except for the fact that I already did it. Posted and everything. You're three posts down from it, even!
edited 26th May '11 9:31:17 PM by Leradny
I keep looking and looking and I do not see it.
as of the 2nd of Nov. has 6 weeks for a broken collar bone to heal and types 1 handed and slowlyIt happened again. In trying to make a plot idea work, I grafted onto it ideas from three different stories I'd previously rejected as impossible to write. Each of these stories was a hybrid of at least two other fictional works, so this resulted in the mixing of elements from everything from Green Lantern to Full Metal Alchemist. Among other things, this would be:
- A story in which the most heroic character has the power to deform people's internal organs.
- A story where curing someone's blindness is dark magic and destroying their soul is light magic.
- A story where "sex slave to a telepathic rabbit" is only the second-most disturbing phrase to appear.
- A story that, even if portraying all factions as well-intentioned, would still be potentially offensive to Catholics, Asians, and homosexuals.
- A story that, even if written without any on-page sex, would still provide potential for fanfiction catering to at least six different fetishes.
My immediate thought when I actually put all this together was "I've been trying for years to write a story this random." It may take me years more, but I will find some way to make this into a complete story of some sort. (Granted, I might not find anyone willing to publish it, but there's always the Internet.)
edited 26th May '11 11:57:51 PM by feotakahari
That's Feo . . . He's a disgusting, mysoginistic, paedophilic asshat who moonlights as a shitty writer—Something AwfulThe fact that I'm a writer at all is vaguely astonishing, so I think that I have these more often than I suspect. It's very difficult for a shy person like me to take ideas that I have and translate them into a story.
That being said, there was some stuff in my Clock Tower crossover with Silent Hill 4 that made me squeamish to write. Also the fact that I wrote a fanfic about hysterical pregnancy. :3
edited 1st Jun '11 3:20:38 AM by BearyScary
I liked it better when Questionable Casting was called WTH Casting AgencyThis statement pretty much sums up the last three years of my life. My subconscious is surprisingly deranged. Made more fun because one of my short stories, a hideous little thing with a serial killer and a rape allegory, is about to be published, and of course all my adorable little old lady neighbors want to read it. I have a sinking suspicion I won't be invited to house sit much now.
Now with over 30% more blonde!I don't think that you want to know...
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.Let's see...
There was the unsettling realization that most of my protagonists are Nietzsche Wannabes, Heroic Sociopaths or Byronic Heroes with little to no genuinely good people. Then there was looking back on my work and realizing a relatively minor villain who could not grasp that Eldritch Abominations Are Not Toys had somehow turned into the reincarnation of Loki and toppled the universe's equivalent of Ultimate Evil in order to unleash an Z class Apocalypse How. Most recently, there was that microfiction I wrote for my Senior Studies class about a man who'd hit someone while driving drunk that went into way too much detail.
Kinda makes me think, "WTF self?"
edited 2nd Jun '11 10:13:40 AM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial
I used to write a lot while fucked up on cough syrup and diazepam. Straight and sober it always provokes a cringe to read it back. Saying that, I nailed some pretty awesome concepts while high. It was only the syntax that was utterly failgasmic.
"I remain just one thing, and one thing only — and that is a clown. It places me on a far higher plane than any politician."