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I used to write all the time but it's been years, so here's my attempt to get back into it | iguessmyfishisgay is my other account
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 1 month ago
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A Crystal Cathedral
It's nearly 1 AM and I can't sleep. Blah blah blah writing blah blah blah October 2nd. Not formatted cause I pumped this out in like an hour and it's shorter than the last one.
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CW: Mild gore, death, general horror
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The light from his lantern shone through the cavern, throwing flashes of color across every surface as the innumerable crystals bent the light to their whim. He wished he could get a better look around the place, but that's okay. If he hadn't slipped and tumbled down here he wouldn't have seen it at all. So it was okay that most of his blood is now pooling around the base of the large crystal that has pierced his chest. He'd heard blood loss messes with your brain, that it can even cause euphoria. But that's not what this was. No, he was sure of that. As the ever growing river of his blood began to obscure the glow of the lantern, the bursts of color filling the space shifted in hue. Before, they spanned every color of the rainbow, mixing at the edges to create brilliant white. Now, the viscous liquid clouded the bulb and turned them to vibrant shades of orange, pink, and deep, deep red. Watching this beautiful display made him confident that he was experiencing a divine act. This crystal filled cavern, a geode deep in the earth, would be his last resting place as he happily became a tribute to his new god.
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 1 month ago
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Black Cat Luck
I'm doing a writer's version of Inktober to get myself back into the habit of writing. Here's the prompts I'm using! I wrote this for yesterday, Oct 1 but forgot to post it lmao.
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CW: Mild gore, general horror, brief allusion to abuse
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Thereā€™s a stray cat in my neighborhood. A scrawny, malnourished creature with fur so dark it seems to absorb any light that touches it. I call him Shadow. Heā€™s a little bit skittish, but one time I got him to eat out of my hand. I like him. Dad says heā€™s a pest because heā€™s always getting into our trash. Mom says heā€™s a bad omen; she tells me stories about bad things happening to people after they have an encounter with black cats. I believe her.
Uncle Terry is visiting today. He says that Shadow wouldnā€™t let him in the door, that Shadow scratched him when he tried to get by. Dad goes outside with my brother Jasonā€™s BB gun, but Shadow is already gone. Mom is cleaning her brotherā€™s gashes with the first aid kit. I hear her curse the cat under her breath when she thinks I canā€™t hear her. I go hide in my bedroom like I always do when Uncle Terry comes to visit. I lock the door, even though I know he will be mad at me.
I sleep in. Itā€™s a school morning, but mom doesnā€™t wake me up. Through my bedroom door, I can hear her crying in the kitchen. I leave my room. My hands fidget with nervous energy. Dad sees me and pulls me into the living room to sit on the couch. He tells me that thereā€™s been an accident, Uncle Terry didnā€™t make it home last night. I stop listening; behind him I can see Shadow through the window, sitting on the porch railing. Jason and I stay home today.
Itā€™s cold and gray and Iā€™m walking home from school. My hood is pulled low over my face. I donā€™t Darren approaching me until itā€™s too late and Iā€™m looking up at him from the concrete. He laughs when I stand up and start to run. He tells me heā€™ll give me a head start. My house is one block away, I should be able to make it before he catches up. I cross the road to the next block. I glance over my shoulder to see how much of a leg up I have. Darren is about to enter the crosswalk when he nearly trips over a black blur. He catches himself and runs into the road to follow me, but itā€™s too late. Iā€™ve already made it to my front porch. Darren stops short of the yard. His eyes are narrowed in a way Iā€™m familiar with. I know Iā€™ll see him again later. He leaves.
The sun is setting. Iā€™m sitting on the curb. Itā€™s quieter than inside the house. An angry shout of my name reaches my ears from the other side of the street. Darren is angry, heā€™s holding a baseball bat. I stand up to run, but donā€™t need to. Thereā€™s a thunk as the truck hits Darren. The sound is heavy and grotesque. Itā€™s crunchy, like wood splintering, then itā€™s wet like paint flung onto a canvas. I think thereā€™s something satisfying about it. I watch as the driver screeches to a halt and gets out to witness what heā€™s done. Shadow rubs against my legs. His purring vibrates deep in my bones. I smile.
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 4 months ago
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 4 months ago
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Writing Description Notes: Eating
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John savored each bite, the flavors exploding on his palate like a culinary fireworks display.
Jane's fork danced across the plate, expertly gathering a medley of flavors in every twirl.
The aroma of the freshly cooked meal enveloped them, teasing their taste buds before the first bite.
John's eyes closed in pure delight as he relished the perfect balance of spices in the dish.
Jane's laughter mingled with the clinking of cutlery, creating a symphony of sounds at the dinner table.
The satisfying crunch echoed through the room as John bit into the perfectly crisp exterior of the dish.
Jane's plate was a canvas of colors, each ingredient contributing to the visual and culinary masterpiece.
The warm, comforting scent of home-cooked food wafted through the kitchen, drawing everyone to the table.
John's appetite soared with each mouthful, the delectable meal a celebration of culinary craftsmanship.
Jane's eyes lit up with delight as she sampled the homemade creation, the taste transporting her to a realm of culinary bliss.
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 4 months ago
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Let's talk about character voices.
Giving a character a unique voice in your writing involves several elements, such as word choice, sentence structure, dialogue quirks, and mannerisms. Incorporating these elements into your writing can really help create characters with distinct voices that resonate with readers and bring your narrative to life, as well as avoiding making all your characters sound the same, which is important especially when switching POVs.
Here are some tips you may find helpful:
Distinct vocabulary: Choose words that reflect the character's background, personality, profession, interests, experiences, and education level. For example, a well-educated professor would probably use more sophisticated language.
Dialogue quirks: Give each character specific speech patterns or quirks that set them apart, like repeated phrases, stuttering, using or avoiding contractions, or speaking in a particular dialect or accent, but don't overdo it to the point where it's distracting or it's hard to decipher what's being said.
Sentence structure: Pay attention to the rhythm and structure of their sentences. Some characters might speak in short, abrupt sentences, while others might use long, flowing ones. This can convey their confidence, hesitation, or urgency in the particular scenario, but also their general demeanor or manner.
Internal monologue: Show the character's unique thought process through their internal monologue. This can help readers understand their motivations, fears, and desires, further distinguishing them from other characters. (This may not necessarily apply to your story if you're writing in a third person omniscient perspective, or if you intend to exclusively follow the internal monologue of the main character.)
Physical gestures/actions: State what the the character's physical gestures and actions are while speaking. A nervous character might fidget, slouch, or avoid eye contact, while a confident character would stand tall and make direct eye contact.
Background & history: The character's upbringing, cultural influences, and past experiences can all shape the way they speak and interact with others.
Consistency: It's important to maintain consistency in the character's voice throughout the story and make sure their speech patterns, vocabulary, and mannerisms remain true to their established personality and don't contradict with anything.
Real conversations: Pay attention to how people speak in real life, and the tone, vocabulary, and speech patterns of different people, to help create more authentic and believable dialogue.
Read aloud: Reading your dialogue aloud can help you identify areas where the character's voice may not sound authentic. If it doesn't sound like something they would say, revise.
Hope this helps!
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 8 months ago
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šŸŸ¢ You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.
šŸŸ¢ You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.
šŸŸ¢ You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.
šŸŸ¢ You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.
šŸŸ¢ You are still a writer when you aren't published.
šŸŸ¢ You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.
šŸŸ¢ You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 8 months ago
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If your plot feels flat, STUDY it! Your story might be lacking...
Stakes - What would happen if the protagonist failed? Would it really be such a bad thing if it happened?
Thematic relevance - Do the events of the story speak to a greater emotional or moral message? Is the conflict resolved in a way that befits the theme?
Urgency - How much time does the protagonist have to complete their goal? Are there multiple factors complicating the situation?
Drive - What motivates the protagonist? Are they an active player in the story, or are they repeatedly getting pushed around by external forces? Could you swap them out for a different character with no impact on the plot? On the flip side, do the other characters have sensible motivations of their own?
Yield - Is there foreshadowing? Do the protagonist's choices have unforeseen consequences down the road? Do they use knowledge or clues from the beginning, to help them in the end? Do they learn things about the other characters that weren't immediately obvious?
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 9 months ago
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I'm so tired of the way suspicious meat is always human meat like for once I just want to be surprised. Let it be something else I'm so tired of it being human meat
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 10 months ago
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 10 months ago
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If anyones interested in learning about the first black vampire short story, published in 1819, heres a link to the wiki, its called The Black Vampyre, and its about a former slave turned vampire who seeks revenge on his slave master. Its actually a first in many categories!
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 11 months ago
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I guess this is what would happen if a werewolf bit a skeleton.
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iguessmysnakeisgay Ā· 11 months ago
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It was kind of pretty. In the moonlight, the red glistened with a gray-blue sheen that reminded her of cobalt. The loops and curves pouring from her own abdomen should have struck her full of terror and panic. Instead she found herself in awe of the art the man had incidentally pulled from her body when he sliced open her stomach with his knife.
Was that her spleen? Or maybe it was her liver. She wished sheā€™d paid more attention in high school A&P. Maybe she should take a class at the local community college. Then she could properly identify the parts of her that were the most beautiful, the parts of other people she found herself yearning to see and create art out of.
That was her only regret as the edges of her vision grew dark, and she thought about her life until now; all the regrets she might have or people she might be leaving behind, she only longed for the chance to create a masterpiece as beautiful as the man standing above her had made by bringing about her end.
Still, she was grateful to spend her last moments feeling the most beautiful she ever had in her life.
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