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you can discuss about everything related like
-Asking opinions about your brand new novel
-Discuss about publishers and literature "industry" in general
-Dumpig all your emo poems
-Every char is a mary sue
and more.
fanfics and expanded universes are accepted but i suggest you to try this board istead: >>>/fanfic/
Rules
-NSFW must be covered in spoiler
-Stories/novels/whatever must be in english, if you want to link something from another author in another language please translate it.
-As i said before, fanfics and fanfics discussions are accepted, but for a more focused audience etc its better if you go to the proper board
feel free to post here your questions about this board and ideas for improving it (like new rules, banners etc)
Welcome to /writ/
This board is for the writefags of fullchan, amateurs and professionists.you can discuss about everything related like
-Asking opinions about your brand new novel
-Discuss about publishers and literature "industry" in general
-Dumpig all your emo poems
-Every char is a mary sue
and more.
fanfics and expanded universes are accepted but i suggest you to try this board istead: >>>/fanfic/
Rules
-NSFW must be covered in spoiler
-Stories/novels/whatever must be in english, if you want to link something from another author in another language please translate it.
-As i said before, fanfics and fanfics discussions are accepted, but for a more focused audience etc its better if you go to the proper board
feel free to post here your questions about this board and ideas for improving it (like new rules, banners etc)
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The colors of the leafs are blown away,
The beauty of the season goes away
A white layer comes and it won’t go away
Cold , it is cold but we have fun anyway
The beauty of the world, it is her and everywhere
You just have to look , look closer
Can’t you see, it's not all gray, black or pink
Its a mix of everything you want to be and everything you don’t want to see
And that is what makes earth what it should be
The world full of magic and mystery
Sad and happy
We all want something we cannot be
But one day, one day we will all find our lucky charm
And we will ride the wind of change
We will change the world
Young and old , we should all be bold
Dream, dream and dream again
If you work hard enough on your dream one day you’ll live it.
Tragic Warrior
The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face
A battle that never ends , tears that never dry
Gently walking over the field of stained flowers Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries
Even the blue and sunny sky is in pain
And it rains , oh god it rains down on me
Washing away the last drop of blood off me
I can hear the wolfs sing, they howl
The craws fly above me and they watch
They watch me closely
As if I am the enemy, as if I am the only one
The fallen, the alive and the wounded
They all star at me
I am my own tragedy.
So what do you think?
What do you think of my poems?
Dream and DreamThe colors of the leafs are blown away,
The beauty of the season goes away
A white layer comes and it won’t go away
Cold , it is cold but we have fun anyway
The beauty of the world, it is her and everywhere
You just have to look , look closer
Can’t you see, it's not all gray, black or pink
Its a mix of everything you want to be and everything you don’t want to see
And that is what makes earth what it should be
The world full of magic and mystery
Sad and happy
We all want something we cannot be
But one day, one day we will all find our lucky charm
And we will ride the wind of change
We will change the world
Young and old , we should all be bold
Dream, dream and dream again
If you work hard enough on your dream one day you’ll live it.
Tragic Warrior
The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face
A battle that never ends , tears that never dry
Gently walking over the field of stained flowers Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries
Even the blue and sunny sky is in pain
And it rains , oh god it rains down on me
Washing away the last drop of blood off me
I can hear the wolfs sing, they howl
The craws fly above me and they watch
They watch me closely
As if I am the enemy, as if I am the only one
The fallen, the alive and the wounded
They all star at me
I am my own tragedy.
So what do you think?
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What does /writ/ think of the snowflake method?
http://www.advancedfictionwriting.com/articles/snowflake-method/
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My poem I wrote.
These are some half-assed musings on the cyborg girls in clubs
Drink my soul with the thirst of a thousand fish
I'll walk back through time if I can get that far
I'll not let go of the coat though it clings to me
It keeps me safe
It keeps me safe
from the weather from your past from the spells you always cast
from the storms from the spides through the skull behind your smile
through the pillars through the bones with conversations with your clones
with the clouds with the shrouds through the streets you're not allowed
and you keep me safe
even when I'm late due to the
heather from your class from the spells you always blast
from the norms from the strides of that man the never smiles
through distillers through the dens with salutations from your friends
with the clouds with the shrouds through the streets all built from sound
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As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I'm not sure that I'm going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says 'you are nothing', I will be a writer.
As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I'm not sure that I'm going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says 'you are nothing', I will be a writer.
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Anyone interested?
Also, so I don't seem like a faggot, share your collab experiences.
Collab, maybe?
I've been wanting to write a fantasy story with someone. Like RP, but not.Anyone interested?
Also, so I don't seem like a faggot, share your collab experiences.
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Ever got dosh for writing? were you not ashamed to show off the work to family?
Ever got dosh for writing? were you not ashamed to show off the work to family?
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Tell me, /writ/, what are you working on?
Tell me, /writ/, what are you working on?
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Nobody knows anymore how big Golgatha is as those 5 eras stretched a total of 10000 years and their might have been more Eras before those and Monacia is the last bastion of Humanity.
The story focuses on a boy named Lucian Gulbrand and his mentor/Godfather Falke as they try to mend the boys relationship with his Father and Lucian becomes the type of man that strives to find Humanities lost history.
If any of you want to know more I can tell you some more details.
The books almost fully written and ive gotten it legally protected and soon im going to send it out to publishers.
What I'd like is to maybe find some editor-fags here. once i have the completed draft that i feel comfortable with I could use one of you guys as my editor and push your name in my book. if it does well enough you can make a name for yourself in the industry.
Story i am writing
It is the 5th Era and the only Civilization known to man is the enormous Land of Monacia. According to legend Monacia once stretched across the entire Continent of Golgatha but after 5 Eras it was reduced to nothing but a coastal Empire stretched thin but staying strong against the Aberrants that took have taken so many lives.Nobody knows anymore how big Golgatha is as those 5 eras stretched a total of 10000 years and their might have been more Eras before those and Monacia is the last bastion of Humanity.
The story focuses on a boy named Lucian Gulbrand and his mentor/Godfather Falke as they try to mend the boys relationship with his Father and Lucian becomes the type of man that strives to find Humanities lost history.
If any of you want to know more I can tell you some more details.
The books almost fully written and ive gotten it legally protected and soon im going to send it out to publishers.
What I'd like is to maybe find some editor-fags here. once i have the completed draft that i feel comfortable with I could use one of you guys as my editor and push your name in my book. if it does well enough you can make a name for yourself in the industry.
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A meteor strikes foes, imploding upon it
A shakespearian sword, a soldier of sonnets
only fearing the lord whose hold is stone, onyx
but if he stood in opposition's facing
would he be praised or would he be chasing?
A dream falls to pieces unless it is pursued
esteem for complacence means envy all consumes
and if a man chases desires, not embracing the fire
He does himself disservice as great as a pyre
Lust for possession, a gluttonous weapon
and thus intersection must fade for a function
So fear not my child, this fable is nothing
fear only inaction, disabled and stunting.
Sonnets
A rose rides low like erosion of cometsA meteor strikes foes, imploding upon it
A shakespearian sword, a soldier of sonnets
only fearing the lord whose hold is stone, onyx
but if he stood in opposition's facing
would he be praised or would he be chasing?
A dream falls to pieces unless it is pursued
esteem for complacence means envy all consumes
and if a man chases desires, not embracing the fire
He does himself disservice as great as a pyre
Lust for possession, a gluttonous weapon
and thus intersection must fade for a function
So fear not my child, this fable is nothing
fear only inaction, disabled and stunting.
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Short-Stories
I get inspired to make them every once in a while. I'll post some I've written over the past few years, feel free to post yours.
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I want to write a story and would like you opinion on it.
>anon is trying to masturbate but is too uninterested to finish
>starts thinking about how shit his life is
>decides to turn a new leaf (again) and go for a run
>starts to run down the stairs and trips
>breaks neck and blacks out
>wakes up in a new fantasy world
>thinks he is going to start an epic adventure, optimistic
>enslaved by orcs and used as fuck toy cause his long hair and bony skin makes him look like a girl to orcs
>broken anon is despair/delirious, goes full /d/
>orc camp is raided by elves
>elves take slaves including anon to frontier fort
>anon and non-elven slaves is used for experiments by alchemists to test healing properties of certain medicine
>anon accepts his fate while missing his own world and prepares to commit suicide
>slave in same cage frees himself and and fights with guard
>guard is killed and slave is badly hurt
>slave begins looting for weapons
>alarm rings
>slave is surprised and look outside window facing woods
>arrow is lodgeg in slaves neck
>slave is dead, frontier fort under attack
>anon thinks about is he want to escape but is uncertain if even wants to remain living
>sees Orcs are attacking fort and doesn't want to go back
>decides to take guards heavy armor and puts them on
>other slaves in cage are yelling something at him, but he can understand their language
>dungeon shakes, anon is scared shitless
>anon runs and leaves other slaves locked up
>anon begins running down stairs
>dungeon tower is on fire
>anon panicks, everything is falling and on fire
>tower collapses and burns on anon
>anon literally broiled alive inside metal armor
Anon survives and actually ventures into the world, but would you guys read this story if it was 50 pages long? I have written a few things before when I was in high school of similar length, but nothing like hard core fantasy or anything. I would say this is more like a long short story if that makes sense. But I want to get intake on whether this would make a decent story or not.
I want to write a story and would like you opinion on it.
>anon is trying to masturbate but is too uninterested to finish
>starts thinking about how shit his life is
>decides to turn a new leaf (again) and go for a run
>starts to run down the stairs and trips
>breaks neck and blacks out
>wakes up in a new fantasy world
>thinks he is going to start an epic adventure, optimistic
>enslaved by orcs and used as fuck toy cause his long hair and bony skin makes him look like a girl to orcs
>broken anon is despair/delirious, goes full /d/
>orc camp is raided by elves
>elves take slaves including anon to frontier fort
>anon and non-elven slaves is used for experiments by alchemists to test healing properties of certain medicine
>anon accepts his fate while missing his own world and prepares to commit suicide
>slave in same cage frees himself and and fights with guard
>guard is killed and slave is badly hurt
>slave begins looting for weapons
>alarm rings
>slave is surprised and look outside window facing woods
>arrow is lodgeg in slaves neck
>slave is dead, frontier fort under attack
>anon thinks about is he want to escape but is uncertain if even wants to remain living
>sees Orcs are attacking fort and doesn't want to go back
>decides to take guards heavy armor and puts them on
>other slaves in cage are yelling something at him, but he can understand their language
>dungeon shakes, anon is scared shitless
>anon runs and leaves other slaves locked up
>anon begins running down stairs
>dungeon tower is on fire
>anon panicks, everything is falling and on fire
>tower collapses and burns on anon
>anon literally broiled alive inside metal armor
Anon survives and actually ventures into the world, but would you guys read this story if it was 50 pages long? I have written a few things before when I was in high school of similar length, but nothing like hard core fantasy or anything. I would say this is more like a long short story if that makes sense. But I want to get intake on whether this would make a decent story or not.
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In case anyone is curious, it's basically a coming-of-age story about vaguely defined sky pirates and is set to include a total of 18 illustrations.
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How should I release my story?
Hey /writ/, a shitty fucking writer here. I've been working on this story for a while and plan to eventually publish it as an eBook. I'm having trouble on how I want to release it, though. I've been thinking about putting it out as a series of novellas. However, there's a huge time skip in the middle of the story and I feel like it might work better as two novels instead.In case anyone is curious, it's basically a coming-of-age story about vaguely defined sky pirates and is set to include a total of 18 illustrations.
pic unrelated
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"A Disquisition of Elysia"
http://pastebin.com/8HTX8Byn
It is a short story, written in the style of a documentary, about an explorer's experiences on the elven island of Elysia. This was originally written for the Weekend Smut Thread on halfchan's /tg/ so there is explicit smut involved (I hope that is alright)! Please feel free to comment, critique, and share your own works for everyone to see!
Post your stories!
I recently migrated here from halfchan and this seemed the most appropriate place to post my short stories. I encourage others to do the same!"A Disquisition of Elysia"
http://pastebin.com/8HTX8Byn
It is a short story, written in the style of a documentary, about an explorer's experiences on the elven island of Elysia. This was originally written for the Weekend Smut Thread on halfchan's /tg/ so there is explicit smut involved (I hope that is alright)! Please feel free to comment, critique, and share your own works for everyone to see!
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Hey /writ/ first time posting here. I've been investing alot of my time into scripting and other kinds of writing. And I continue to find myself "not in the mood" to write.
So, how can I get in the "writing mood"? Dim lights? Calm music? Anything helps, thanks.
Hey /writ/ first time posting here. I've been investing alot of my time into scripting and other kinds of writing. And I continue to find myself "not in the mood" to write.
So, how can I get in the "writing mood"? Dim lights? Calm music? Anything helps, thanks.
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An eyedropper drips slowly n' sets in motion the night of revelation - Lysurgic Acid drives to depth devotion and enlightened ennervation - ever floating and lighter than the angels - more vibrant, it's spreading over me like contagion.
As the dose enters my system my eyes start to glaze I'm high in a haze n' dyin' to blaze - no blunt stunts tonight just LSD to mystify and amaze
Like Houdini when freed from his trapping - my mind drifts on ice billowing steam from the ashes - the world twists and contorts -
time fades from focus finding my finely framed fortress and deposits in my spine, I remain immortal -
I see plants growing vines as natural lessons, intangible tenets of Gaia's greatness as an animal beckons
The shape of a squirrel and the face of a girl my mind races and swirls divine weight traces the world round and round until all of space is unfurled.
"Follow me.."
The universe represented in a single flowering bud. Yes - growing up, we both were fed by the powerful sun - alight n' darkness, eight hours of fun
with the spirit of a child I cower and run, fearless, proud of what's done - digging through a cupboard wondering where each powder is from.
The mundane, that which I'd seen hundreds of times now captivates me - Salt? No, atoms bundle'd and brine'd.
Flavor? No - sensation's the creations of a wondering mind, wandering farther whether father, son or asunder in kind
I smell the sounds - slipping, tripping; bannana peels on yellow ground - I calm and mellow down to Chopin Cello sounds - resounding radio reverberating swells so loud in my soul with Heaven and Hell both bound.
My surroundings roll and ripple like a lava lamp, licking at my sides with warmth n' slowly tickles folding and flipping. I close my eyes and see God reflected within ejecting the sin projected and swim freely in my mind as though a speck in the wind.
I drift onward in pirouettes enveloping existence…
Colors and shapes seem to slip, indelible and restless…
My trip goes on forever - that is, until the moment I inevitably exit.
An eyedropper drips slowly n' sets in motion the night of revelation - Lysurgic Acid drives to depth devotion and enlightened ennervation - ever floating and lighter than the angels - more vibrant, it's spreading over me like contagion.
As the dose enters my system my eyes start to glaze I'm high in a haze n' dyin' to blaze - no blunt stunts tonight just LSD to mystify and amaze
Like Houdini when freed from his trapping - my mind drifts on ice billowing steam from the ashes - the world twists and contorts -
time fades from focus finding my finely framed fortress and deposits in my spine, I remain immortal -
I see plants growing vines as natural lessons, intangible tenets of Gaia's greatness as an animal beckons
The shape of a squirrel and the face of a girl my mind races and swirls divine weight traces the world round and round until all of space is unfurled.
"Follow me.."
The universe represented in a single flowering bud. Yes - growing up, we both were fed by the powerful sun - alight n' darkness, eight hours of fun
with the spirit of a child I cower and run, fearless, proud of what's done - digging through a cupboard wondering where each powder is from.
The mundane, that which I'd seen hundreds of times now captivates me - Salt? No, atoms bundle'd and brine'd.
Flavor? No - sensation's the creations of a wondering mind, wandering farther whether father, son or asunder in kind
I smell the sounds - slipping, tripping; bannana peels on yellow ground - I calm and mellow down to Chopin Cello sounds - resounding radio reverberating swells so loud in my soul with Heaven and Hell both bound.
My surroundings roll and ripple like a lava lamp, licking at my sides with warmth n' slowly tickles folding and flipping. I close my eyes and see God reflected within ejecting the sin projected and swim freely in my mind as though a speck in the wind.
I drift onward in pirouettes enveloping existence…
Colors and shapes seem to slip, indelible and restless…
My trip goes on forever - that is, until the moment I inevitably exit.