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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 11:53 pm
This is a motivational thread. It's easy to feel down about your writing, especially during such a hectic time as NaNoWriMo. However, take a short amount of time. Read over what you've written each day, each week, whatever you have time for. Find a sentence, a turn of phrase, some witty dialogue that makes you content you have not written complete crap. That's right, not happy, not zealously overexcited, but just content that yes, you DO have some talent at writing. Then post it here!  Where we shall all eat popcorn while we read. What is reading writing snippets without popcorn after all? Minor Rules: It shouldn't have to be said, but no dissing people's writing in this thread. If you don't like what they wrote then that's fine, but keep it to yourself. I'm no sure what the policy on constructive criticism should be. I'm leaning towards not allowed here, because I'd rather have this be a positive thread where we're not so much concerned about structure/feel/etc etc. But I don't know. Any thoughts on this point?
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 6:52 am
I agree on keeping it a positive space, there are plenty other places to go looking for critique 3nodding
p.s. - awesome .gif choice xD
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:27 pm
One of the mods stickied this so yay! I was thinking about sticking this, but it was mentioned to me that there are so many right now. XDD If it's unstickied for any reason, most likely it will be bumped anyway!! heart I have a quote (I later took this out because, though it was nice, it didn't go with the paragraph anymore). Quote: Ignorance begot tragedy and she is its living consequence. I'll have to put this in something else because it's so nice. D:
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 6:50 pm
I'm determined to put this in: Quote: "Where's God?" Death asked. Deumos was entranced for a moment by the movement of It's butterflies; but thus was the power of Death. Seeing so many human souls flying around in perfect harmony was always some sort of magic. "God..." Deumos shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. "God is yelling at Devil." "Forgot to torture someone?" "Hitler. Again. God is having none of it." Death nodded, as this was clearly no surprise to It. "Lemme guess, LOST re-runs?" "LOST? Hell no." Running a hand through her hair, Deumos filed another piece of paperwork. "The Walking Dead marathon. New season and all, you know how it goes." The butterflies fluttered faster as Death laughed, seeming to pick up on It's emotions. "As bad as when Supernatural started?" "Worse. Much, much worse." Sevi: That is nice! I hope you find a place for it!
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:18 pm
I love your scene, Madly! XD Did you ever pick out what your Death will look like? Death, the character, has always been (still is) a popular figure in literature. Smart move! 3nodding
Only thing I would improve on is "Its". "It's" with the ' means "it is" and not a possessive pronoun. /nodnod I had that problem forever myself. @________@
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:28 pm
Haha, I actually did! A dapper fellow on the NaNo forums helped me decide that Death in the Ethereal plane is made up of hundreds of butterflies, flying around in the form of a human. All the butterflies are important souls, people who will either make a big mark on Earth or in the Ethereal plane. (Like Joan of Arc, or President Lincoln.)
oooh, thank you for that. I was SURE something was wrong but just couldn't place my finger on it... I'll have to work on that. C:
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:06 am
This is a little scene that just popped into my head just recently. It fully changed the direction I was going with its parent story. Now I have an idea for a story rather than one about a story. Cheers. Quote: "I don't believe in destiny." The words had a final sound to them, something just the side of warning. But the old man merely smiled a soft expression. He again presented the sheathed blade to Ninga - wrinkled fingers tracing the etched, silvery peaks of the mountains inlaid into the sword's sheath. "Your destiny ended here," he said, pushing the blade gently but firmly into hands that uncurled at his persistence, "You were bade to come here, and you did. I was bade to relinquish this sword, and I have. What happens next is unknown to all the stars in the sky." Ninga stared down at the object in his hands, willing them to let the blade fall to the ground. They refused to open. "I'm not one of you. I can’t…this is something that is not my right to carry.” Again, the elder smiled. “You came to us. We accepted you." I should jot down what this actually means in terms of story building so I don't forget it...yet I always forget to sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:27 am
Gosh, I just want to write this down because it's so awesome. O_____________O! Quote: And that is what she comforted herself on. The thoughtless unknown. Aggggggggh, I love it so much omg.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 6:04 am
Well I'm only about half done my prologue, but here's a small piece of what I have so far. Expect more later >.>Quote: It was one of those days where it seemed as though nothing could go wrong, and everything would go right. How foolish a thought that was, when everything can change in a split second. Oh! I just wrote this, but it makes me happy! Quote: We had almost reached the door when we heard the cracking from above us. We glanced into each other's eyes, mine surely terrified, London's showing signs of fear, but eerily calm beneath that. That calmness scared me, it was if she knew what was going to happen, and was accepting of it, as though escape was impossible, and she was fine with that. That look in her eyes scared my nine-year-old self more than the fire ever could.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 6:57 am
My first contribution for the day: Quote: It’s a moonless night out, stormy, wind and rain beating against the study’s high arched window while lightning momentarily lights up the occupants within the room. Opening line of the first episode. I like the atmosphere. Think I'm already moving out of present tense though. Ha. Edit: And this one, just because it amuses me I found a way to put it in there. Quote: (in reference to Lancer exerting more power over the Council Board than he has a right to, in the name of fighting the Void menance) “Going by that old gimmick is he?” Clarissa laughs, shakes her head, “The Voids are always increasing. They propagate like rabbits, always three more for every one you cut down.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 6:54 pm
Quote: Side effects of interdimensional travel are as follows: sweating, disorientation, suicidal thoughts, an overbearing feeling of hopelessness, blindess, unable to control the volume of your voice, lazy eye, ringing of the ears, a strange craving for cheese, death, and the taste of kiwi in one's mouth. Should you experience any of these side effects, in particular death, please contact the manufacturers of your portal and/or other traveling device. I have a feeling this was the high point of today.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:17 pm
"Yes! I am ready! I've been ready to leave these walls the day that you took me in here! I'm grateful for the free food and the nice bed, but come on! There's got to be more to the world than praising Orion, who doesn't deserve to be praised, by the way..." Ivan answered, grumbling a few more words as his speech trailed off.
"Hold your tongue, Ivan! Orion is the merciful father that is up there to protect us all! I won't have you slandering his name the whole way like you were last time. Now, come on. If you're ready, you should take your pack and set off like I am. I'll be waiting at the gate." Lucian said, waving his goodbye to Ivan before taking his massive luggage on his back.
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I freakin' LOVE this scene. My two main characters arguing makes for an interesting opening dialogue. biggrin I'm loving this story already.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:28 am
Awesome stuff guys!
Supinelu, I hope you don't mind but I borrowed this idea for the Hawaii forum on the NaNo website. I thought it'd be a fun thing over there. C: Complete credit to you, of course!
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:30 am
Here is mine for the day: Quote: With a sigh, I stood from the table. “I'm going for a walk.” I announced, defeated. As I left the house, I was very much aware of my mother's worried eyes boring holes into my back. I made sure to slam the front door.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:20 am
This is my favorite so far. The beginning of story is boring. I need to get to the good stuff... Quote: A panther, a very large, almost horse-sized panther, leapt down from rock pile only a few feet away. It was bright yellow, almost painful to look at. Lileara couldn’t help but wonder how she hadn’t spotted the day-glow creature earlier. It approached them slowly, whiskers twitching, but Zephyr didn’t wait around to see what it wanted. At a frenzied gallop, the fastest yet, she quickly outdistanced it. After the panther incident the rest of the trip proved comparably unremarkable.
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