My attempts at writing
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I consider myself to be something of a writer, not the best to ever convince himself that the pen is indeed mightier than the sword, but not bad. To prove my eternal foolishness and naivety, I have elected to post my writing on this forum to get the opinion of my peers, even criticisms will be appreciated. I hope you enjoy
It was a dark night, and sleep did not come easily to James, and when it did it was short-lived. James tossed and turned and finally woke. He got out of bead and went for the hall. When he left his room he stopped at the sight before him, a silhouette stood in the hall across from him. James leapt back, the noise he made had obviously alerted the intruder, because he leapt back too. Thinking that caution was the most prudent idea, James crouched down and began to inch his way toward the door, to hopefully get the jump on the intruder, unfortunately the intruder had the exact same idea, as they paced and approached each other James’ sleep-addled brain had a flash of insight, one that caused James’ left arm to slowly raise. As James’ arm elevated the intruder did the exact same thing with his own arm, James began to laugh, the “intruder” was nothing more than his own reflection on the full-scale mirror he had across the hall, made dark and menacing my the surrounding lights. He approached the mirror and stood in front of it, admiring his image he couldn’t believe he was worried.
Then the reflection began to move. It’s right arm slowly rose, as if through a thick liquid, James looked at his own arm, it remained stationary by his side. He thought of running but he was incapable of action, he was paralyzed with fear. The reflection reached, towards James, and out of the glass he took one step out, then two, then looked down at James with James’ eyes. The eyes began to shut, slowly almost as if the reflection wanted to savor the ability to do so. When the eyes were closed they once again opened, a white flash James believed to be the whites of his eyes revealed themselves to be teeth, and they grinned. The beast, for it could no longer truly be called a reflection, began to reach for James’ throat, they caught hold and began to squeeze, tighter every second. Too late James’ began his struggle, his attempts to cry for help were strangled out with his life. Slowly, painfully, James died. The monster reached down at the corpse he had just created, and with the painstaking care of a museum curator handling a delicate relic, he removed the eyes from what once was James. His sockets opened wide as he placed the eyes in the empty slots. The teeth closed, and he began to chew.
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thank you to Mr. Neil Gaiman for the idea I used as a basis. check out Sandman if you don't know what I'm talking about.
It was a dark night, and sleep did not come easily to James, and when it did it was short-lived. James tossed and turned and finally woke. He got out of bead and went for the hall. When he left his room he stopped at the sight before him, a silhouette stood in the hall across from him. James leapt back, the noise he made had obviously alerted the intruder, because he leapt back too. Thinking that caution was the most prudent idea, James crouched down and began to inch his way toward the door, to hopefully get the jump on the intruder, unfortunately the intruder had the exact same idea, as they paced and approached each other James’ sleep-addled brain had a flash of insight, one that caused James’ left arm to slowly raise. As James’ arm elevated the intruder did the exact same thing with his own arm, James began to laugh, the “intruder” was nothing more than his own reflection on the full-scale mirror he had across the hall, made dark and menacing my the surrounding lights. He approached the mirror and stood in front of it, admiring his image he couldn’t believe he was worried.
Then the reflection began to move. It’s right arm slowly rose, as if through a thick liquid, James looked at his own arm, it remained stationary by his side. He thought of running but he was incapable of action, he was paralyzed with fear. The reflection reached, towards James, and out of the glass he took one step out, then two, then looked down at James with James’ eyes. The eyes began to shut, slowly almost as if the reflection wanted to savor the ability to do so. When the eyes were closed they once again opened, a white flash James believed to be the whites of his eyes revealed themselves to be teeth, and they grinned. The beast, for it could no longer truly be called a reflection, began to reach for James’ throat, they caught hold and began to squeeze, tighter every second. Too late James’ began his struggle, his attempts to cry for help were strangled out with his life. Slowly, painfully, James died. The monster reached down at the corpse he had just created, and with the painstaking care of a museum curator handling a delicate relic, he removed the eyes from what once was James. His sockets opened wide as he placed the eyes in the empty slots. The teeth closed, and he began to chew.
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thank you to Mr. Neil Gaiman for the idea I used as a basis. check out Sandman if you don't know what I'm talking about.
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Sorry, do you mean IM, not yet, I just haven't gotten around to setting one up, I'll tell you when I do.
But if you have comments, you can post them here
But if you have comments, you can post them here
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Wow, I'd like to think of myself as a writer also but i'm not that good. That was awesome. the only thing that threw me off was the eating the eyeballs thing. where did that come from? I liked it though
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Hmmm...interesting... I am a writer, but I have yet to get my large-scale stories typed up. I'm going through a re-evaluation stage with my characters. They aren't as interesting as I want them to be. One character I tried to make as the ultimate hero, but turns out he's more the like the ultimate pussy... -_- In any case, I've also got to deal with making the storyline a lot more detailed with various 'arcs' if you will, topped off with more ideas on the environment and gadgets of the world I'm creating.
Worst of all...writer's cramp. It's happening more than usual. Something is really making me lazy...
Worst of all...writer's cramp. It's happening more than usual. Something is really making me lazy...
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I have a similar problem, when I come up with large scale stories I only get flashes of certain scenes. And one of the few original ideas I had, someone else came up with and used first. or it was at least similar enough that I wouldn't feel good with using my idea. The game is prototype
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I'm starting to wonder if there are other ways to start a story with something other than "I wake up", "I'm this kind of person...", "I just had a dream...", etc...
After asking my mom, who is an experienced novel writer, about writing novels, she told me that as a novice writer, I should just write, ignore the grammar and everything else.
Writing is fun, but if I let myself go all out, I end up writing about myself. As for now, I don't have enough experience in life to go writing a great novel.
Anyway, you said that you're writing a game script, right?
Don't worry about not being original. What you have written is a collection of your own memories.
Hero-type characters tend to be the "ideal" type of person the writer perceives, or they would simply follow the stereotype. (well, in my opinion at least)
IMO, I would rather have the hero-type character be "another" person in the story and have the lead character admire that character or have him as a rival.... now that I think about it, this idea is quite typical.
heh.......... I'm hungry...... *cough*
As for now, just have fun with writing.
After asking my mom, who is an experienced novel writer, about writing novels, she told me that as a novice writer, I should just write, ignore the grammar and everything else.
Writing is fun, but if I let myself go all out, I end up writing about myself. As for now, I don't have enough experience in life to go writing a great novel.
Anyway, you said that you're writing a game script, right?
Don't worry about not being original. What you have written is a collection of your own memories.
Hero-type characters tend to be the "ideal" type of person the writer perceives, or they would simply follow the stereotype. (well, in my opinion at least)
IMO, I would rather have the hero-type character be "another" person in the story and have the lead character admire that character or have him as a rival.... now that I think about it, this idea is quite typical.
heh.......... I'm hungry...... *cough*
As for now, just have fun with writing.
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T__T I used to write short stories all the time(in classes that bore me to death)...But ever since last year ive had writer's block...and i cant seem to get rid of it...But very nice story, if not alil creepy.
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The best way to deal with writer block is just to write whatever comes into your head it doesn't matter how stupid it sounds, just write, doodle if you feel like.
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Thats what everyone keeps telling me to do. But what I end up writing is that I want to kick their asses xDD. Its just because of the stress of school, I started last year after all. SO hopefully when I'm finished with it my writing will come back. (Given that I already have to write 4 pages on the epistemology of cosmic models TT__TT)
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even if all you can write about is how you want to kill them and the creative ways you've conceived of doing so. by the way that's what a friend of mine did conceived of creative ways to kill people she hated. but write it anyway
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I think I've too many pages of that "..."
/lv murderous minds
But even still I shall continue my writing for school, for the next 2 3/4 years. Then I shall go back to free writing. If you can't tell I'm a little lazy --__--.
/lv murderous minds
But even still I shall continue my writing for school, for the next 2 3/4 years. Then I shall go back to free writing. If you can't tell I'm a little lazy --__--.
