Num. 17. #WebAuthorsCafe 11/24-30 (US Thanksgiving prompt) Do you ever do holiday-themed writing? Whether short pieces or portions of longer works.
I do some short pieces for Halloween and contribute to: PIXIV Book Santa every year.
#NMWAC #NMPrompts #PIXIV #Charity #Literacy #PIXIVCharitySanta
.16. #WebAuthorsCafe 11/17-23: Serial writers, what kind of story buffer do you like to have, have, and when do you panic?
I like to have 2 months in reserve. That is eight episodes.
Panic starts setting in when I hit 4 EP.
.15. #WebAuthorsCafe 10/27-11/2: This is Halloween, This Halloween: Share something spooky, any length, new, old, excerpted. Anything goes.
#PennedPossibilities 825 — What are your favorite chilling scenarios to write, and how are you able to accomplish this? Through setting, emotion, dialogue, and / or buildup?
Snip from Konbini Idol
Now that I was standing at the barricade, I could see what had appeared to be snowdrifts were ash. Beyond Shiomi, I could see a man; He wore dull navy workmen’s overalls with a name tag of strange glyphs stitched to it. But what caught my attention was his face, or lack of it. Instead, there was a swirling vortex that seemed to suck the very color and essence out of the surrounding darkness. My consciousness seemed to leach, fragment…
a symphony…
into a cacophonic
tapestry of
nothingness.
I jerked my eyes away, and the fragmented whispers in my mind receded. What I had seen was horrific and utterly beyond my understanding.
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.14: #WebAuthorsCafe 10/20-10/26: Show us your talent, share a spooky 100-word drabble. (exactly 100 words excluding the title, hashtags and any comments you make.
#百物語 #HyakuMonogatari: 15 Immortality 永遠
Only darkness and silence, except for the tap, tap, tap of Elderkin's held hands. A slow conversation passed from one to the next. A rhythm that kept the emptiness at bay. They shared memories from when there were suns, planets, and even further back, to when life existed. Memories of hunting warm blood and the promise of eternal life.
Now, only the perpetually tormented by a hunger that could no longer be fed remained, along with the tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap. The Founder said Myrien had uttered rebellion.
Hands let go.
Myrien spun off into entropy's eternal stasis.
Inspired by @HeliaXyana's post:
#Drabble #Horror #Halloween #NMPrompts #NMFic #NMWAC #MicroFiction #TootFic #Vampire #Spooktober #Drabbletober
Randomly curious: How long would you want your life to be? No ageing, just you, but you can't kill yourself. #writingcommunity [ ] 100 years [ ] 500 years [ ] 1000 years [ ] Immortal
.13. #WebAuthorsCafe 10/13-10/19: What is the spookiest thing you have ever written? Can you share a piece? (Don’t be bashful if it’s not very spooky.)
I really have no idea. I have written so much that is intended to be spooky.
But here is a piece
Snip from Konbini Idol
Shishi pointed, but I saw a leprous, winged monkey instead of a rodent. Its mottled ocher fur clashed with its grimy orange and green jacket. Beneath a cap, two fever-bright yellow eyes gleamed. It strutted onto the path, squatted, and glowered.
The woman’s gaze lifted: her nose had caved in to a flat face, and her eyes, round, red marbles, stared unblinking. I shuddered; it was like she was rotting from within.
“Come closer. This old woman won’t harm you,” she rasped, beckoning with a hand missing half its fingers, the rest shortened stumps. “Not all that’s ugly is cursed; sometimes it is a blessing.” Her laughter spilled out, only to end in a phlegm-filled fit.
“Let’s not,” Shishi whispered. I had to agree with her. Unfortunately, our path ran next to the woman. The forest shadows had drawn close, hemming us in, leaving little choice but to go past her.
“The other path,” Tomo said, squinting. “There’s a sign, right? Sasayaki… Jinja, I think. Or was it Sutokubyō’s shrine?” He pointed toward a bare branch, but beyond, sticky, half-consumed gumdrops and candy canes lay scattered on the trail, like carnival beads abandoned in the mud. That way led to another witch.
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#NMWAC #NMPrompts #KonbiniIdol #Spooktober #Halloween #Mythpunk
If so, can you give us a sneak peek?
2/2
Snip #KonbiniIdol
#WIP
We circled the stupa clockwise, crossing bare flagstones. As we progressed, small bird and rodent bones began appearing. Farther on, the remains grew larger and more numerous until entire skeletons lay scattered about. Cow and oxen bones dominated, but there were horse, wild animal, and, most worrying, human skeletons.
The stench grew stronger and more loathsome as we progressed. What I’d thought was incense now resembled the smoke of burnt medicinal herbs. Along with the smell, the rumbling increased in volume. A throbbing beat that shook the ground and rattled the bones.
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.12. #WebAuthorsCafe 10/06-10/12: Do you plan to write anything spooky this month? If so, can you give us a sneak peek?
Lots. I write lots and lots of spooky stories all the time and plan to do a bunch this month.
Follow #HyakuMonogatari for short spookies.
I also write for #Spooktober #Drabbletober and #百物語
[Note 1] Feel free to join in #Drabbletober (A spooky 100-word story a day.)
[Note 2] Or join in on #HayakuMongogatari. Number your submissions one higher than the last. If we reach 100, a spook is supposed to appear. An internet #youkai. Maybe Ernest Hemingway
#WritersCoffeeClub 5 Have you ever included real-world disproven science in a work?
Does this count
Snip from "Return to the Fate Gear"
“They just hit us with their best shot,” Mina said, smiling just before the ship surged forward, finally catching the solar wind as they breached the stratosphere, sending crystal shards flying as the spheres of the heavens cracked and buckled.
or
Behind the ship, the smaller galleys were losing ground. Ahead, many of the galleys turned away, fearful of the massive bulk of the repurposed prison ship hurtling toward them. The Fate Gear and its crew would have surely won free except for the trireme and two accompanying biremes. Their oars caught the ether, propelling them ever faster after the Fate Gear.
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-11. #WebAuthorsCafe 9/29-10/5: What writing did you do this month that you are most proud of? (Sept) Add a link if you want.
I worked mainly on side projects. I think probably the Amelia Earhart scenes in "Time Traveling Ghost." some of which are just appearing.
This EP starts at: TimeTravelingGhost Part 46: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.
# #TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 1 of 3 **#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?** (Judge for yourself) First came the shock of water lapping around my knees, followed by the roar of the surf filling my ears. Only later did I notice the briny odor and the bright, clear stars overhead. “Where are we?” Emily asked as we waded up onto a beach of coral sand. “Meeting Amelia Earhart. I’m not sure where or when. I didn’t have time to consider our destination. Sorry for not consulting you.” “It’s all right. I have to reflect on your conversation back there. There doesn’t seem much point in changing history if it only affects…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for a word. “A timeparticle,” I supplied. “Right. What’s the point if it only affects a single timeparticle?” “Guess it’s like being a doctor. You can only save one life at a time.” I wondered why I was arguing. I hadn’t been keen on changing time to begin with. “Like a combat surgeon. As the poem says, ‘In Flanders fields the poppies blow.’” [Note 1] “I suppose,” I said, looking around. [Note 1: Flanders Fields](https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47380/in-flanders-fields) Part 2 continues in the next post. #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
#WebAuthorsCafe 9/22-28: How do you measure a story's success?
I look at the number of times a story is opened. On AO3. The other metric on AO3 are too idiosyncratic.
On PIXIV I balance Opened, Liked, and Bookmarked.
Comments are as rare as hen's teeth, so they boost how I feel but don't say much about how the story is doing.
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