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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 23, 2010 0:27:02 GMT 1
Nonfic day again. Whee.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 23, 2010 15:56:26 GMT 1
I love that one of yours BC - 'hell of a way to get 100 words'.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 23, 2010 17:13:03 GMT 1
Thanks. I honestly wasn't sure I'd get 100 words exactly that way. I just happened to luck out as I typed the last sentence, which is cool because I sure as hell couldn't manage basic math at that time.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 23, 2010 17:45:00 GMT 1
From a story idea that's been kicking around for about a year.
10-23-10
"I used to know the ways to the slipstreams and conduits, back before I turned eighteen. You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? Figured as much. See, slipstreams are kinda like... doorways to the parallel places. Like, we're here in New York, and if you find one and slip through, you end up in New Amsterdam eventually. You spend a lot of time traveling to make it through, usually on something like an ocean. Conduits? Those just take you where you need to be. I'm stuck here though, because I killed a butterfly."
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 24, 2010 5:00:36 GMT 1
That last line made me smile.
10/23
She adjusted her headset and looked around the tiny room. The web of wires kept her from seeing the door. Audio, visual, neutral, audio-visual, visual-neural; a synethesis of information plugging in through her skull. It hadn't all been turned on yet; she was responsible for that herself. She knew she'd pick on little strand of date to feed on first; a camera, probably, showing the navy-blue darkness of night and the yellow city lights. Fall was a season of contrasts. Even in the night you could smell the trees shedding and see the starlight. She was collating.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 24, 2010 6:36:41 GMT 1
Lost track of the time and forgot about an entry. Lame, but I do have a cold, so I'll submit that as my excuse. xD
Sorry I don't critique very often, but I have been enjoying everyone's submissions. I do read them, I swear. And I would be reading Lieden's if she were here. I probably caught her cold, is what happened. >=O
23 October 2010
He called it the most acrobatically-inspired moment of his life. The elf mounted the ladder and shimmied up to the roof in only a few seconds. Then, he was off: leaping from building to building, trying desperately to outrun the senses of the hunter behind him.
Just before he kicked off of the edge of another rooftop, he noticed an arrow whizzing through the air, set to hit home somewhere above his nose. At the last second, he threw himself forward, flipping end over end down into an alleyway.
He somehow landed on his feet, which was a nice surprise.
24 October 2010
He had to laugh; even in the midst of the most unluckiest day of his very long life, he had done something pretty neat. He claimed that he'd made a mental note to specifically tell me about that moment later.
I'm sure it's been embellished since then.
When he was done with his brief chuckle, he was off again. The alley was still slick after the rainfall of that morning, which made it difficult to get the right pace going.
At the mouth of the alley, he saw the hunter, waiting, arrow nocked and ready.
Worst day ever.
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 24, 2010 20:21:35 GMT 1
10/24
You wait for a minute before peering out of the bushes. The leafless, branches scratch like fingernails. Your breath sounds loud, and as if it it's admonishing you.
Hush. Hush.
Your creation walks by on hydraulic legs and you can't help but admire the fact that even though it has been living here in the wild forest for so long, it has kept itself clean. Some rust limns the edges, but the creature has been working at those spots with its steel-wool tongue, and they are patchy. You grip the controller in shaking hands and start the hunt.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 25, 2010 1:38:29 GMT 1
10-24-10
"Ever think of making a career out of this?"
I wondered what the hell Thomas was going on about. "You mean coming up with ways to nearly off ourselves three nights in a row? No."
"What do you usually do?"
Did he want the truth? I doubted it. Hell, who really wants to know that the criminal dilettante they've been chasing after thinks of six different ways to die every morning before she gets her ass out of bed? I don't, and I have to deal with her every day and night. That's why I'm good at cons.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 25, 2010 3:32:32 GMT 1
I decided to replace my planned entry for today with this-
25th October 2010
Busted! You lose. You must defeat Sheng Long to stand a chance.
You and your friends are dead. Criticial mission failure. Death by guitar warrior. You have no more lives left. You're sunk.
Terminated. Fatality. The souls of your defeated warriors begin the journey to the Astral Plane. Thy game is over.
Not even the carrion-eaters are interested in your radiated corpse.
The Earth now belongs to the Leader. His evil genius has triumphed. You have failed in your mission! We will not ask you again!
The hostages are all dead.
Mission failure. You were never born.
Try again?
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 25, 2010 6:19:14 GMT 1
Game Over. Put more money into this machine!
25 October 2010
"Hey, there...buddy?" the elf said, lazily raising his hands. "I never took you for the nimble sort. I'd heard you were stationed on the Hopskers Run, which hasn't seen action since...ever."
"There are some habits you never grow out of," the hunter growled.
"Correct you are. Habits are beyond us sometimes, which is a perfect reason to let me go. I can't help myself, you see?"
"Nice try."
"And I thank you for the complement; bounty or no, encouragement is the finest of gifts."
"Start walking."
"Walking? I was running a moment ago. That's overachieving in my book."
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 25, 2010 20:45:29 GMT 1
"You were never born." Eeek! Nice one. Reminds me a little of mine, and of Portal. You're not smart, you're not a scientist, you're not even a full time employee.
This one's about a real person.
10/25
Your work can be seen on your face. The lines are the little bird-tracks of universes, branching off of one another and cracking into your skin. They've dug down to your throat--gentle, gentle, little bird-feet-- and cracked your words as well. It sounds like you're crying, even if you're talking very calmly (almost crying) about the history of the Mystic Order and its First Lord, Agoth Maskas, or the way the Second Order overthrew his violent ways, only to be destroyed by themselves....
(Maybe you hold such tragedy inside you, maybe all worlds are dying together now.)
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 25, 2010 23:53:50 GMT 1
Believe it or not, that 'Game Over' entry took an hour or so of research! Had to check all of them against my memory.
Knight you are very, very good at witty dialogue. You and Joss Whedon are like peas in a pod, I think. Nemonus yours was very poetic. Here's another from me - also (based on) a real person.
26th October 2010
Now I have to tell him I don't 'love' him, and argue that there’s no such thing. He's managed to ask me a question that forces me to either say exactly that or lie. Again.
I'm so angry, knowing how he's going to react to this. 'You have no emotions / you're a robot.' He's never said those words, to me, but I can read the guy's mind after our short time. He'll tart it up a bit. In twenty seconds.
Life isn't any less magical for me. I'll still remember today, when he's eventually rejected me and moved on.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 26, 2010 2:55:11 GMT 1
When in doubt about what to write, my regular bouts of nightmares always give me fodder:
10-25-10
Rabbitmen. Every traveler heard of them but they hadn't been seen in the portways for decades. Now I heard their scratchings in my brain, seeking me out. Streaks of red and black would flash in front of my eyes as their thought-scratchings got louder. The only info I knew came from Mom, and she was never Ms. Reliable for shit. "Hold your breath. Don't look straight ahead. Keep your thoughts dark." So me and Nikki waited until we thought they moved off. Nikki exhaled loudly- idiot- and they grabbed her before I could move.
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Good thing they showed up too. I still didn't have a firm idea on my future novel's adversary until this week.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 26, 2010 6:04:37 GMT 1
Nonfic day for 10/26 and you probably don't want to see it. Actually, I'm going to recommend (politely and strongly) that you pass on that. Just typing whatever appeared in my brain was a bad idea.
Nothing to see, move along... oh look! An asari hooker with cheap booze!
Edit: Advent feature removed for my entries.
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Post by lieden on Oct 26, 2010 8:03:54 GMT 1
Glad to see you keep the great entries coming (I'm honestly impressed with the vast majority of what I've read by all of you)! I'm sorry I dropped out; as I was explaining to Buch in the pics thread, this month was hectic. (On the plus side, however, what creativity I have was violently siphoned to painting.) And to answer your question, Buch, I will continue the story. I think it very unlikely to tackle it during NaNoWriMo as I had originally planned, but it's a world and story I want to explore and bring to some sort of conclusion.
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