The main character explores a castle she designed years ago.
I take a close look at one near the top. It’s something along the lines of: “LOREM IPSVM, NONSENSIUM NONESUCH. DEUS EX MACHINA AD INFINITVM. HOC SPACIVS LEFTVM BLANKVS, ET CETERA.”
I wish I’d learned some Latin.
edited 12th Nov '13 9:22:59 PM by Wheezy
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)This belief is often punctuated with lightning, plagues, and flying mountains.
- It would be untrue to say that they didn't know they were standing in a gigantic tinderbox. They merely didn't care.
- The door opened, unfortunately.
- Keith doubted this, but saying that out loud would probably result in an impromptu broken bottle fight, and that would be detrimental to his plan; when your face looks like a map of Africa and a gallon of ketchup thrown in a blender, then that impedes attempts to make friends.
- To Alexander, this was simply more proof for his unpopular "The tabloids are all true" theory.
- Apparently, those rumors of a "70's juggalo roustabout" wandering around the city were not false, something it physically hurt him to admit.
Though it's from a fanfic rather than my usual work, here are some lines that I had fun writing.
— ‘I don’t even know what I’m doing here.’ Seaspray went on as Heave gently placed the data-pad on the table next to him, ‘Hell, what have they ever done for me? I sit here for hours, my rear end basically grinding to dust while I survey this monitor, nothing else to keep me occupied. And what do they do, you ask?' Neither Heave, nor Barrage had asked,'They just goof off and go out scavenger hunting for the old guy- who I honest to God think is senile. You know... it's jobs like these- it's jobs like these that make me wonder if I should even bother with my job any more, in fact, I probably shouldn’t even bother to tell them about the mortars Shockwave’s just fired at us from the ground.’
Barrage jumped,‘Wait what-‘ —
And to anyone who recognizes it. I had a little fun here in the same scene where I stuffed five furmanisms into one line.
— ‘Shuddup! Point is, on liquid… you wouldn’t believe the things I could do, I’m a-a I’m like a vast predatory bird, like a reaping whirlwind, like a power beyond measure, and to top it all off, I am also like an-an over… finished!’
‘An over finished?’
‘Shuddup!’ —
edited 1st Nov '13 10:56:26 PM by Coheed
I've only really written one fanfic... but you can find it here http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8476612/1/After-the-FallA character on the novel he's writing: "I'd say I'm about 90% done. All I have to do is come up with a plot, setting, and characters."
I'm quite proud of this, coming from one young person to another ahead of armed robbery. Both are rich kids, but one has been doing this sort of thing a while, and it's the first time for another.
“I really do think you’ll enjoy this, you know. Even when you own almost everything in the world, there’s nothing quite so tempting or precious as the one thing you don’t.”
My name is Addy. Please call me that instead of my username."There is outliving your usefulness, and then there is smothering your usefulness with a pillow as it sleeps. You somehow managed to tie down your usefulness in its basement and burn its house down."
INSIDE OF YOU THERE ARE TWO WOLVES. BOTH OF THEM WANT YOU TO SHOOT ELVIS."My cooking teacher was grating on my nerves. So I grabbed him and sat him on the stove. He didn't stay long. Neither did I."
Look upon my R.O.U.S., ye mighty, and despair!I like that one.
"Uncle Jake was a box-wine aficionado and my philosophical mentor. He was a immensely wise man, the sort you'd see people quoting on their facebook walls if he were famous, with such gems as "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH OLD CUNT" or "AND I SAY, I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO MOUNT MACHINE GUNS ON MY CAR"."
"They have a factory that mass produces explosions. Not explosives, but explosions. They have strawberry flavored debris and are working on with one that produces a mint fall-out."
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.edited 5th Nov '13 10:24:43 PM by ohsointocats
Producing explosions? I would like to know more.
It's great, but...I like your signature more :p
Look upon my R.O.U.S., ye mighty, and despair!Well the signature is from a line of poetry by Dobby Gibson, so it doesn't really count "as my own writing".
Since I'm working to run two stories, here's something from my second. It's a pirate captain who's name is a Shout-Out and is well aware of it due to the paper thin fourth wall.
edited 6th Nov '13 1:28:46 PM by DarkbloodCarnagefang
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.The singer? I was thinking Aubrey.
The Revolution Will Not Be TropeableThat was referenced by the 'in the navy' part, though not too well.
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.(It’s beautiful. And real. It’s not just a dream- I don’t think. My feet hurt and things don’t hurt in dreams. Whoa. No one said it might be a dream! Awesome! Fantasy world: 1, clichés: 0!)
Got a degree in Emotional trauma via fictional characters aka creative writing. hosting S'mores party in Hell for fellow (evil) writers"Let me guess, resistance will be futile?"
"No. It will be worse. Resistance will be met with obliteration. Know full well that I will cull this planet again and again until it reaches the brink of exhaustion, but if you are foolish enough to resist my forces, I will leave this planet a burning husk after I personally kill every single human being on this rock you call home, and spit on your graves. So please, humour me. Resist me"
edited 9th Nov '13 10:52:15 PM by AtomJames
Theres sex and death and human grime in monochrome for one thin dime and at least the trains all run on time but they dont go anywhere.Pretty badass.
Darkblood Carnagefang (first post): Amazing.
She did that often, and it always drove Laurie crazy. Not the noise itself, but the way she delivered it. She’d roll her head back just a bit and cast her eyes slightly downward, like she was looking at some kind of insect she’d never seen before, but it still wasn’t an interesting one. Like whatever you just said was too dumb to warrant a response that would involve opening her mouth. She’d never seen someone pack that much judgment into a noise.
Context.
edited 12th Nov '13 9:36:30 PM by Wheezy
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)Genevieve stared at the bottle for a moment, "I don't think that's liquor."
Regina took a glance at the bottle, "Well, at least it's pain killer and not rubbing alcohol this time."
I'm afraid I have since lost the specific document that held this exchange, but it went a little something like this (minus descriptions):
'Sir! They've breached the first wall!'
'Wh- How?! That was solid concrete, how the hell did they manage to break through that with a couple of steel swords?!'
'They've broken through the second wall!'
'Oh Damn... I lied, we're dead, we're all going to die, and be forgotten.'
'Third wall broken!'
'I mean, who does the author think he is to kill me off before I've even accomplished my goals yet! It's unprofessional!'
'Fourth wall broken!'
Huh... well that doesn't look quite right, but it's the general idea of how the scene went down I suppose.
edited 13th Nov '13 10:48:14 AM by Coheed
I've only really written one fanfic... but you can find it here http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8476612/1/After-the-Fall