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Fri Jun 01, 2012 9:35 am |
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Whoo! Two entries at the same time even!
I was wondering, I wrote a story that has some length. I'd want to post it here but that'd probably not be right, so should I post it to it's separate topic instead? No it's not related to the contests (which is why I'm verily hesitating into posting it here).
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Fri Jun 01, 2012 11:07 am |
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Maybe post it separately and plug it here? If you post it I'll be happy to go over it. I'm trying to post longer stuff in the forums too. Though some of the stuff I want to write is quite long.
I'd like to do a writer exchange thing and encourage people to review other's stories in exchange for reviews on their own stories. If you're interested in an exchange, you can do that too!
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Fri Jun 01, 2012 11:15 am |
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It's here for anyone who missed it in the front page, which is likely
I may give a go but giving my thoughts would not be criticism, only speculations and thoughts along the writing. I don't write stories often and when I do... well we'll see.
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Fri Jun 01, 2012 1:28 pm |
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Below is my post for last night, my internet crapped out on me and I couldn't submit, so I saved it...
My one word for today...
He looked through the old stack of dusty books, doing his daily work in exchange for the room he was staying in... He wasn't very interested in the old book store, he had never been much of a reader... He couldn't see the enjoyment people got from reading there, to him these books were just a hassle... But after sorting through a pile of books just brought to the store, he found something that caught his eye. It was a large golden book, almost too heavy to lift on his own. It had delicate black foreign writing on it, though he couldn't make out what language it was...
Oneword isn't stopping me lately, I had to look at clock to do it this time, I could have gone over a few seconds because of it...
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Fri Jun 01, 2012 2:16 pm |
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Note to self -- add this one in the future --
http://janetfitchwrites.wordpress.com/2010/07/08/10-writing-tips-that-can-help-anyone/
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Not nearly enough time ... shame.
Another morning. Great. I groaned and rolled over, stepping out and away from my comfortable bed.
"Good morning!" The portrait above my head called.
"Morning ..." I mumbled sleepily in return.
The portrait frowned at me.
And here's what I wanted to write after the chime but didn't get a chance to write :
"You know, if you just went to bed at a more reasonable time, you wouldn't be so groggy in the morning." The scolding was the sort you'd expect from a parent. Which made sense enough, as it was a sending from my mother. Not my actual mother, of course ... she had more important things to do than talk with me first thing in the morning. But the portrait possessed its own intelligence and was more than capable of handling a groggy me.
"The draconics were at it again. I was hauled out of bed in the middle of the night to go handle them."
My mother's portrait frowned.
"Again? That's the third time this tenday, is it not?"
I grunted in acknowledgement as I slid out of bed, fumbling for my dressing robe as I did so.
"I keep hoping that if I kill enough of them they will find a better way to occupy their time but they never seem to take the hint."
The portrait was silent for a moment. It didn't handle humor well. I took the opportunity to wash my face and duck behind the dressing screen.
The portrait clapped its hands briskly.
"Well then! Your first order of business is to survey the damage from last night and to make any necessary repairs on the keep. I was to remind you of that diplomatic ... incident near Kitol. You still need to write an apology for the explosions you set off. However, that will wait until tonight."
I groaned. Great. I save the land again, and I still had to write that blasted letter.
I supposed there were worse fates. I glanced back at the portrait one last time, then left my room to begin my day.
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The masked bandit strode through the street, bold and careless, as easygoing as-you-please. His hunt, his jackpot -- the silver trashcan that hadn't been properly latched down.
'Coons make one heckuva noise at two in the morning, let me tell you that. And this one, a regular and regular escapee from the traps we set out was no exception.
**extension after the minute**
Despite trapping him and setting him loose in the woods miles away, this fuzzy little convict always seemed to come back to our neighborhood -- and my trashcan.
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Wed Jun 06, 2012 6:56 pm |
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I'm going to try another browser next time I do oneword cause it isn't timing me anymore...
Anyways, here's mine for today, its a tad shorter than what I should have done but I had to do my best while watching the clock...
And its a true story... 
My favorite thing about Sunday morning when I lived with my grandparents was the breakfast they always made. Fresh biscuits with a little butter and some of my grandma's homemade pear jelly, made from the pears she picked from the trees in her yard.
-edit the next day-
Today's oneword... I used firefox this time instead of chrome and it actually timed me this time...
She finished the last weld on her masterpiece. Now all that was left was to grind the excess metal off and maybe a little paint. She stepped back to take a look at her work and was pleased. It was the largest, most amazing piece she had ever made, and it took her three months of working on it after work each day to complete it...
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Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:04 pm |
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Yay! I feared I was the only one continuing them. I've continued with one a day. Sometimes I go over a bit with editing and polishing before submitting. Not too much. Today's I didn't like much. Yesterday's was better.
Posting the topics for days passed. Because they're gone now.
Jelly
The liquid-like substance wriggled back and forth in the small container. Tikat stared at it, stuck between fascination and disgust.
“What is it?” She asked.
“It’s jelly!” Her host sister replied.
“And what do you do with it?”
“You eat it!”
Tikat frowned. Foreigners were strange indeed.
Grind
Day after day, year after year, the mechanisms ground on; untiring and unstoppable.
The noise of the gears as they slowed was almost more than one could bear. The screeching, raucous cacophony as they screeched their way to a halt was so loud that it deafened the ears.
Slowly, the entire operation started up again, only this time backwards.
(Today)
When they sat me down for 'just a little chat' I knew the game was up. I'd put it off for as long as possible. But it was inevitable. It was always inevitable.
Secrets only stay secrets for so long, after all. And this one had been more volatile than most.
Looking at their concerned expressions, I only hoped that the consequences of keeping this one this long wouldn't be too damaging.
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Tue Jun 12, 2012 1:20 pm |
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I intend to do this daily but I just forget about this part of the forum... 
I added onto mine today too, the minute was just over way too fast and I still had stuff I wanted to write...
And sorry for the subject, thats what happens when you write while listening to Rupaul... 
He looked in the mirror and tugged at his short hair. "Hmmm, what do I want to do today?" he thought, before switching from his day clothes to his club clothes... He slipped on a floor length golden gown and a large afro styled wig before heading back to the mirror to apply his makeup and false lashes, and all the other things he would spend a few hours working on. While he got ready he thought about what songs he would perform tonight. Standing back to take a look at himself after his makeup was nearly done, he looked at his statuesque figure in the beautiful sparkling gold gown. "Diana Ross" he thought to himself, deciding his look for the night made him feel like performing something by her. After a few finishing touches, his look was complete and he was pleased, so he headed out the door to make his way to his performance for the night...
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Tue Jun 12, 2012 2:14 pm |
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Yours is much better than mine!
Posted a short bit of a longer story here ...
I keep meaning to ask. Do you find yourself using certain songs and the like for inspiration when you write?
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Tue Jun 12, 2012 2:37 pm |
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Nah, yours are really good... 
I think you can tell that you guys write more than I do...
I'm enjoying getting back into it, its been so long since I really tried writing...
And I listen to so many different things so it changes, but today I was listening to Rupaul - Main Event on repeat...
But I do have a sort of playlist for the beginning of the day, which is when I write, so some of the things that come up are Rupaul, right now its Elton John and Rupaul, I listen to this, this, this, this, and really, any other Grateful Dead song for that matter, and other random old stuff...
*shuts up before I go on and on and on*
I musn't get started on music, you'll never shut me up... 
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Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:56 pm |
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Kee. This one turned out well.
"A short moment in time, less than a second, it felt like at the time. Infintisimal. You could blink and miss it. That's how long it took to fall in love with you. That's how long it feels like I had you.
Just a moment. Just a brief, tiny amount of time in the vastness of the universe. So tiny as to be nearly insignificant. And yet, we made it count, didn't we?"
If this works ... http://oneword.com/stats/?stats_author=terradi
Once you long in it lets you just put all of your entries in as one. I always use the same name, and these drabbles are too short for me to feel possessive about them.
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Nothing wrong with a nice long music rant! I tend to pick out soundtracks for characters and stories that I'm working on. For these really short onewords, I like it quiet so I can focus on what comes up. Because I have no idea what sort of word or mood I'm going to end up in with whichever word comes up.
For longer stuff though ... ohh my I do have long soundtracks. Usually.
*snerk* Though I wrote my assassin short that I posted here with four songs on eternal loop. It worked. I managed to drown everything else out.
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Mon Jun 18, 2012 6:41 pm |
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I totally haven't forgotten about this thread, but I did totally forget that its hard to have just one minute of peace with a kitten in the house...
Here's my oneword for today, I was channeling old ladies for some reason, lol...
She cocked her head to the side and took in what she just heard... Martha could tell she wasn't too keen on the idea that she just proposed to her... "I know that quilting is a lot of hard work, but wouldn't it feel great to donate these quilts to a good cause??? A lot of people could use them..."
I tried signing up for oneword but never got my confirmation email... 
Maybe I'll try again...
*reads your stuff*
Fae is a good writer...
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Thu Jun 21, 2012 4:28 pm |
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Fae has been attempting to write for publication since about sixteen.
I'll have to share some of the stuff I wrote over a decade ago. Or even what I did just a handful of years ago. I've gotten better due to a lot of hard work. The stuff I started with is pretty painful. I thought elipses were the most awesome thing ever and I used them all the time. I also didn't understand a lot of standard grammar conventions. By all rights my co-author should've snapped. I was bad. And not the 'I'm being modest now' bad but the 'oh god I can't read this again' bad. It's painful.
I am tempted to make next month's ... or whenever we complete this challenge a challenge where people are asked to take a OneWord challenge and make it into a full-length entry. That would be interesting.
I still need to write my fairies one. I have it about half-completed.
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Fri Jun 22, 2012 3:28 pm |
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I want to make a story about all the things that have happened here on Zan that we've been around for.
Every chapter or few chapters could mark each year that Zantarni has been alive. Trying my best to get a glimpse of the future, I know this is going to be a huge project and will take a lot of work, but I think this will be something really cool to have on the site.
Plus it'll be fun to turn it into a book. ^__^
I know Zan has so much unwritten memories that are being forgotten everyday.
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Fri Jun 22, 2012 3:43 pm |
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This is so very cool <3
I don't know if you're willing to hold a contest for flash fictions with a set intro or with some keywords participants need to use. If so I'd like to be a judge, offer some items as prizes and stuffles.
I'd love me some stories about my characters...or not...anything is good bwuahaha
If you think this is a good idea, then give me a poke through pm. I tend to miss the important stuff in threads xD
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