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Post by Knightfall on Oct 2, 2010 5:18:47 GMT 1
The rich text editor made a huge difference. Thanks for pointing that out. =D
2 October 2010
No moon. Our campfire provides the only light for miles. We sit contemplating, cold, desperately alone. There are things out there in the forest that wish us harm, but we don't think they'll find our camp. There's not much more they can do to us anyway.
Occasionally, I wonder how we got ourselves into this. After so long, I think I'm finally starting to feel regret or something like it. I cry sometimes, but I still don't know why. Finding some greater reason for things is pointless even at the best of times. But I think we deserve to die.
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Post by lieden on Oct 2, 2010 7:33:38 GMT 1
Buch, Nemomous -- are you sure your 1st October entries are in? I can't find them on the 100words site!
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 2, 2010 8:09:13 GMT 1
Creepy scene, knight. I like the phrase "regret or something like it".
Lieden, I think mine are in. I can see them under my "entries" section...
This one was lost in the process of editing it to figure out the spacing, so know that it was so much better the first time I wrote it.
Oct 2
Reviewing prose is like reviewing food: each have their own language. One doesn't usually think about the many words for tastes. Usually foods are described as like one another; cheese is nutty, wine is fruity. Connoisseurs judge layers and endurance and tannins. It is the same with prose: reviews use words like "pacing", "intensity", "character". These words describe themselves and nothing else. Equipped with these vocabularies in our minds we see life differently. People are characters, events (parties, TV shows, divorces) are the plot. Days are story arcs or episodes, lives are epics. We drink this fermented story.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 2, 2010 15:46:45 GMT 1
That was a good one, Knight. Really creates a sense of uncertainty! Buch, Nemomous -- are you sure your 1st October entries are in? I can't find them on the 100words site! Mine is definitely added... maybe because it was three words short (in real life but not by their bizarro word counter - incidentally thanks for the tip with deleting the last word.) How are you looking? I can't find a way to search or find members - except 'finishers'.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 2, 2010 16:40:37 GMT 1
Yeah it won't let you look for posts by those without complete batches. You *can*, however, now link to individual posts (it's a new feature).
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Post by lieden on Oct 2, 2010 20:23:09 GMT 1
Yes, I used the 'advent' feature: you can look at entries for a certain day in a current batch, provided you've submitted yours for the day. Still can't find your entries there, Buch and Nemonus. I hope they weren't eaten up! :/ By the way, a friend of mine is also participating. Her handle is euphorbic. And today's entry: 2nd October 2010If only I had a little water. Just a sip, a mouthful. Put the sun behind me. I'm going to die - I don't want to! I want to go back. I want to see my son's face. In the dayside I've aged ten years. He'll tell me that. I want him to tell me. I don't want to leave my bones out here for the sundogs to feast on. They got Venish, Akumb, my lifelong friends. Sixty years together! I'm old, but not old enough to die. If only I found a little water. Or even a raider -
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 2, 2010 21:49:29 GMT 1
Got it!
On my profile options I had randomly clicked an option to stop people reading my unpublished entries. Unclicked now. Lieden, thank you for the heads up. Nemo - it's probably the same deal for you.
3rd October 2010
I feel like I need to clear my throat, but if I do the audience will think I'm ready to speak. Has to be split-second timing here. I look at them: the look a father gives when his son has started a fight but won. My opponent shuffles.
'Ladies and gentlemen,' I begin, 'I love this country.' It sounds good enough to earn a decent applause. I feel terrible now. I don't love it at all. I love politics. That's why I'm so good. I just happen to have been born here. Good God, I wish I were Canadian.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 3, 2010 10:45:08 GMT 1
3 October 2010
To those who can't abide the sane: Come dance with us! This foolish game By which we all must learn to find A way to measure, A way to hide.
Beneath the shadows, Slightly stalking Around the corners Voices talking, talking Talking! They're in your ear, by the way. You can't get them out.
By the by, the night must end. It's quite a shame going 'round that bend To learn that it doesn't end, Actually. It never ends.
Days and Years and Weeks and Months. Measure twice And cut it once.
So if this game plays by your rules, Join with us, dear friends! Electric chairs have lumbar support.
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Post by lieden on Oct 3, 2010 16:21:02 GMT 1
I can see Buch's now. Great entries, everyone! I think I'm rather enjoying this little challenge. Even if the 100 words is a bastard to match. (Silly Openoffice counts dashes as words!) 3rd October 2010'You're a little raider egg,' Aresh taunted. 'You're an idiot.' 'Guess whom I'm marrying when she grows up! She'll be queen of the dayside! ' 'Dream on,' Sekai scoffed. 'Wait... I see something.' 'Sundogs?' 'It's a person!' His grin disappeared. 'Show me.' He yanked the binoculars from her and looked. In the distance, a single figure outlined against the dipping disk of the sun, was shuffling towards them. 'Who in their right mind would be in the dayside alone –' The figure fell. 'They need help!' Sekai shouted. 'Stay where you are,' he tried to order. But Sekai was already running ahead.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 4, 2010 0:56:27 GMT 1
For October 4 (if you really want to see yesterday's entry, PM me and I'll link it):
After a long day slogging through my job, the last thing I really wanted to do was come home and find him sitting by my front door. "You aren't supposed to be here," I told him as I stumbled out of my little car. He just looked at me with an easy grin and moved to the screen door, like I'd simply let him back inside. I set my little bag on top of the grill and walked over to the end of the porch to grab the hose. "You've really got to stop escaping and rolling in cow pies!"
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 4, 2010 1:01:25 GMT 1
Your 3rd entry was very good, BC. I read it this morning. For the record that one was too.
As a group, we/you all really are producing some great stuff here. We're going to take over this 100 Words website. Become their leaders.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 4, 2010 1:06:12 GMT 1
I was all set to do a proper "fic" entry until I came home and found my elderly corgi covered in... *that*. It's his fault!
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 4, 2010 1:21:57 GMT 1
Thanks, Buch; I just unclicked that pesky little button too.
Lieden, I saw yours on the site. I really like the dialogue and the slang!
Wow Knight, that poem is creepy. Very good.
Bwahaha. We shall become their leaders and rule wisely and justly...most of the time.
Seeing as Oct 4. hasn't happened here yet, I suppose the site makes up for time zones? That's interesting. I notice that a lot of you are posting really early in the morning my time (when I'm just about to go to bed and am also posting.)
I discovered today that formatting tags count as words, which is silly. Therefore my story is unspaced on the site (so as to be 100 words exactly) and will be space properly here.
This is inspired by Halo: Reach. I'd like to do more with this world, just not sure what.
Oct 3
Silently, Melissa Carter dropped onto the alien scout, clamped her armored knees around its head, and followed it onto the grass.
Her Bowie knife slid into the jaw under the snarling, spitting face. She felt the scout's shoulders heave as it raised its scimitar. She activated the wings. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, even separated as it was by ceramic armor and smartfoam from the atom-thin wing edge. The wings kicked in and the world tipped as they powered out toward the ocean.
Green lights on her HUD spelled out "1000 experience points gained."
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 4, 2010 1:35:19 GMT 1
Nemo if you use that 'rich text editor' I mentioned, you won't need formatting tags, so you can properly do 100 words.
As for the early posts here... they won't let us publish until the day changes on their time. But I think we're all writing them very early our time (I've done all mine just after midnight - not cheating, you see!) then waiting to publish on the proper site.
Lieden yours are really good. I'm looking forward to reading them all at once and piecing them together.
That last one of Nemonus' was great, BTW. I really liked all that rich SF/fantasy imagery and the way last line changes the tone so much.
And Knight's poem WAS good. Extremely good, I thought. So good in fact...
October 4th 2010
I'd planned to write a poem for the fourth day of this batch. And now I read the forum to find out I've met my match.
My friend and writing partner has already published one so much more bloody artful than what I'd been working on.
Fuck you, Anthony L. You got there first.
I'm the Ken to your Ryu, I know, The Hammer to your Stark. The Bucky to your Captain, Lowe, But one day in the dark
when you least expect it
probably at your first fucking booksigning
I will fire on your flagship, and destroy you.
You thick-bearded, Scary-Movie-loving, know-nothing-about-asari Yankee bastard.
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(Because he's my friend and I know he will take it the right way ;D)
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 4, 2010 3:30:02 GMT 1
LOL.
I'm halfway done with the haiku entry now. I got through two today and my brain checked out after that.
Oh, I'm on 100words as Space Girl because 'battlechantress' was too long for their tastes. Go figure.
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