mibuchiha wrote...
Recommending this thing.
Age of Anarchy by d.
Why something of this caliber has effectively one active reader, me, is beyond me. I guess it speaks about how sorry this forum is.
Mibuchiha, let me paraphrase Xenon's advice to you. If you have nothing good to say, do keep it to yourself. If I were you, I would delete the second paragraph.
I find to hard to read the Age of Anarchy for reasons I have stated in his thread and indeed most of d's work have this characteristic. It has something to do with his intentional refusal to set out clearly what is going on and who the characters are. Instead the technique he employs is to immerse the reader in his universe through descriptions which some readers can appreciate.
Yet, I am of the opinion that if the characters and the setting are not clearly established, I am not in the position to appreciate what he writes. I needed to read the story again and again to figure out what is happening. I have to commend d for coming up with this novel nonetheless. I tried writing 1000 words a day and I found it fun but hard.
These are my recommendations:
xninebreaker already recommended CoffeePrince's and El Chacal's entries which I liked as I understood what was going on.
high_time's parodies of AssasinZAssasin's and xninebreaker's contest entries, placed in the two spoilers below. It satirises the contents of those entries briefly and concisely. What efficiency! I had my spirits lifted after reading the both of them.
Parody of Cold Winter by Aza
I was playing a Visual Novel.
The bad ending goes like this:
I was playing the MC. My girlfriend gives me NTR - she was going along with my best friend - not my boyfriend.
I was upset.
So I eventually prayed to God. He gave me icicle falls to my head.
I died just like that.
So I went to heaven once again, playing the Visual Novel of me getting NTR'd again, this time by my boyfriend acting as my girlfriend, and my girlfriend, she acts as my boyfriend.
The real me still being in real life, playing a Visual Novel of me being in heaven, playing Visual Novels of me eventually playing Visual Novels and...
Due to the confusion, I apparently closed the Visual Novel. I'd prefer reading Vanilla doujins instead.
As I kept on reading the vanilla doujins, I realized that I was in heaven.
With that heavenly feel intoxicating my senses, it eventually tricked me to play the Visual Novels of me getting NTR'd again.
The cycle repeats.
The End.
I have come towards a city to seek the grave of my loved one. How her loss deeply saddens me. She was, my joy, my love, my true genuine, love. She was my love, my everything, love, my love, and my love. Why must I repeat the word 'love' so many times? Simple enough - it shows how much I loved her, that's all.
The city was broken down due to the post-apocalyptic thing, just without the zombies in order to make it even more cliched. The remainder of the story will be spent on my melancholic monologue, because I don't like describing the ugliness in my heart. only true beauty, lies in melancholy, with verbosely written poetic sense that makes no sense at all.
Behold - lo to the orient where the cowbells sing - and hence the cross might fall upwards and the tentacles brim - so the birds flutter and the drawbridges flown - at the Daybreaks' Disaster the minstrels sung! I have come, to attend the grave of my loved one - how shall I endure her loss? The magnificence of poetry so the poignant musings of prose could not compare to the weight of my sadness! I am lost, I am truly lost - indeed.
CRAWLING IN MY SKIN
THESE WOUNDS, THEY WILL NOT HEAL
FEAR IS HOW I FALL
CONFUSING WHAT IS REAL
When I finally came to her grave, I totally forgotten what I should be doing. Everything was lost in my singing, poetry, and compilation of short prose. For the long ones, just remember to buy my book at amazon.com.
This is the end of my most emotional commercial ever.
I also recommend
HumbugsAssociate's entry and the story he has written for the user The Randomness. I am fascinated with the real world and emotions that go in real people's heads. He did a good job in portraying that. Perhaps it was precisely because it was set in the real world that I automatically knew what was happening. If I know what is happening, it is easy to appreciate the story:
Grampa Roberts' Funeral, Contest Entry
Hity, Story Written for The Randomness