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[01 Oct 2006|07:21pm]

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Prompt on 01Nov 2004 [28 Jun 2005|03:32pm]

Daylight savings.
Savings of what? Time? People? Money? Souls? Why only in the daylight hours? And why only now?


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HOW ARE YOU GENTLEMEN [09 Jun 2005|12:01pm]

[ mood | sick ]

it's been brought to my attention that the purpose of this community isn't made clear enough in the userinfo. quite simply, this is a community for posting prompts and responding to prompts. posts must be one or the other. when you respond to a prompt, you should clearly state what prompt you're responding to, and i don't want any of that "this kind of fits" stuff. if you're looking for readership, lj has hundreds of communities for that.

transrelativity and i have been pretty lax about this in the past, but we're going to start being more strict. so please, please don't make this difficult for us. we both love this community and we want it to stay focused and run smoothly.

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Response: Ant & Grasshopper [10 May 2005|07:54pm]

Prompt--I hate this job. Too many people depend on me, and I'm tired of fucking up. Someone always gets hurt because I failed to be the hero. I never asked to be a hero in the first place. I just got handed the damn job when no one else had the balls to do it.
I'm tired of losing friends because of me. I'm tired of the shit I have to deal with. I'm just tired.

Low blood-sugar? You think?Collapse )
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"You Were Talking About the End of the World" [23 Apr 2005|10:14pm]

[ mood | drunk again ]

It had been snowing. She was sitting in a room that seemed to be a porch or front room that faced a huge picture window. Then she couldn't see out into the world, it was all white and she saw, closer to the window, where the rain was pelting the snow. The temperature had fallen and now it was raining, which made sense, as the white that stole the visibility was just the steam resulting from the rain hitting the snow. Then someone, it was probably her sister, shouted, "Whoa, look at that!"

The "that" was something that looked like hail, but regular, shaped like the mini-marshmellows for hot chocolate, and they fell to earth. She looked up as one the size of a haybale rolled down the street as if it was just a puff. It couldn't have been that she actually opened the door to scoop up one of the things up, but she must have because she was holding one in her hand and it disintegrated into white grit. She was facing forward, where she couldn't see but knew the ocean was, out there, in the white.

Red and orange broke through as something bright streaked down to the sea and she knew at once it was a meteor as it exploded. The shochwave would come, she knew, and she wondered if the building she was in was in the blast range. All she could think was, "I'm about to be obliterated. I'm about to find out what death is really like." The shockwave came and shook the house but they lived. There was more, for example being in the upstairs computer room from the house in Wallingford and wanting to call her best friend to see if she and her family were ok, and her father telling her not to go out, because the space radiation might still be in the air.

CHALLENGE: Take a line from a song you like, match it up to the narration of a dream you've had. Have fun, write drunk.


Time to break the silence [19 Apr 2005|04:05pm]

I was looking through my journal and found something that someone said would be good as a prompt. Well, here it is:

"I like you and she reminds me of you, so when I see her face I think of you. It makes me bite my lips to continue working."

Nothing else, just the line. See what you can come up with.
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Excerpt [31 Mar 2005|07:23am]

This is somewhat based on Prompt "It was a dark and stormy night..."

The Young Werewolves

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[31 Mar 2005|02:37am]

One week to go for the deadline of Fan-Fic Challenge II: Secret Origins. How's everyone doing?

Does anyone need an extra week or two? I realize life can often get in the way of fiction...
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Fan-Fic Challenge II: Secret Origins [23 Mar 2005|04:54pm]

Much in the vein of the original Fan-Fic challenge, the goal here is to muck about with published works. In this case, comic books.

I want to see your version of an established comic book character’s origin story.

This can be a complete restructuring from the ground up (“Broos’Wain watched in horror as his entire world was destroyed before his eyes…he vowed that day to take revenged on the Earth criminals who had done this, in the form of his people’s sacred animal, the Bat!”), a retelling of the classic origin from another point of view (“When the radioactivity hit me, I knew I had not long to live…if only I could pass on my spidery essence to someone else, like that nerdy kid below me…”), or a revealing take to show that there was more going on there than we were led to believe (“Clark always believed that his coming into my and Johnathon’s life was pure change. But it was I who directed his spaceship from Krypton to us.”). Or you can tell a formulative moment in a characters life that has until now be left up to speculation (“The Day After The Horrible Day of the Telephone, by Spider Jerusalem…”).

The Fine PrintCollapse )

There are a few guidelines:

1) Must include at least one pre-published character.
2) Character does not have to be a superhero, but it does have to be originally published in comics. Despite the vast amount of STAR WARS comics, those are movie characters first, so don’t use them. Setting your story inside the world of a TV show or movie based on a comic, however, is fine.
3) Character must still be recognizable by the end of the story. Any story where Bruce Wayne dresses like a butterfly and starts handing out candy to small children is not going to win. Conversely, a story where her parents are killed in a police crossfire and Batwoman becomes the world’s greatest criminal mastermind has a chance.
4) Manga is not allowed; let’s save that for another Fan-Fic Challenge. Western sources only, please.

There will be bonus points for fan service.

The winner of the competition will get a custom-made work of art relating to their piece. Possibly an illustration of a vital scene, a replica of an important prop or gadget, or an action figure made in your character’s likeness. I won’t know what to make until I read them.

Deadline is April 7th. You have two weeks.
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Hemdaliah [09 Mar 2005|11:20pm]

[ mood | drunk ]

She knew quite well that she would be let go the next day, knew it with a certainty that bordered on obscene. It was the same way that you hoped your parents hadn't gotten the mail yet the day your interims were due to arrive but knew they had. Then with a sickening certainty, that same certainty, in fact, you walked in to find them opened and on the dining room table. You knew then that there was no escape from the destiny that would dog you for the next few days, hell, maybe even the next few weeks. It was kind of like that, actually.

Barb Hardy had a nose for these things, hell, she'd been at the company long enough. In a way, her doomsaying made sense; it was a payday after all and the timing was right. There had been all the folks let go, and then all the folks put in new departments that very day. She wasn't worried now because she knew that if they intended to let her go, that there was really nothing she could do.

She felt too postmodern that night, if it can even be said that someone can feel like that, like all the lights and sounds and sights of night was too much for her. Sometimes, and she thought about this as she wandered through the Giant looking for things to eat. But then, everyone here with her was wrong, like the way they scrutinized the sides of boxes of foods, my so-called low-carb life she thought. It really didn't matter, and this came back to her during the drunken rounds of charades, none of it mattered except the harsh lick of tequilla at the bottom of the shot glass.

Maybe they wouldn't lay her off the next day. At least she could pass out comfortably in her own bed and maybe even have some time for herself to feel that lovely throb of pleasure before hand. Probably not, though. Probably she'd just fall asleep again. Or watch Inu-Yasha or something. It was hard to think about life when they might lay you off in less than 24 hours. Maybe she'd go to the movies or something after that.

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Your Very Own 'A Christmas Carol' [23 Dec 2004|08:16am]

[ mood | Christmas ]

Alright, fun little thing I thought of in the shower...think about Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" then imagine yourself as Ebaneezer Scrooge; now take one of your Friends and imagine what that version of "A Christmas Carol" would be like if he/she directed. Would the lessons Scrooge learns be different? Or would he (you) spend the entire night packing a ray gun and fighting aliens?

It doesn't have to be very long, just a few sentences or two if that's all you feel, or you can do more than one Friend.

(x-posted to youngbohemians)


Shameless Plug [30 Nov 2004|08:13am]

[ mood | excited ]

It's official, as of 8 AM today, the community youngbohemians is live! What exactly is youngbohemians? It's a place that celebrates art, beauty, creativity, life, anything that its members espouse. You can post your art, in whatever form it takes, pictures, drawings, writing, poetry, etc, or just discuss with your fellow artisans. youngbohemians will also host various events, the first of which will be announced later today; you don't have to be a member of the community to participate, but it'll make it a lot more fun! Come on over, and see what we're all about. Join the revolution!


Foxhole [26 Nov 2004|01:05am]

[ mood | drunk ]

"- Write down an erotic fantasy about a sexual experince that you would have in a minute if you were offered to you, no questiones asked. It should be something you would have no reservations or conditions about doing in real life."

I've never been very good at this 'war' thing, I mean, the last war I took part in was back in grammer school when the boys 'fought' against the girls. So, how come I'm here, down this trench 10 miles from the Verdun, with my brother's name stitched on my uniform, clutching this useless rifle? I don't know. I do know now that Captain Downing's first name isn't Michael, it's Mary. I know this because she figured out I wasn't Stephen. I also know this because now her lips are wandering over my face, closer and closer towards mine; but then, I always was pretty observant.

WWI erotica, of course it exists, I just invented it!Collapse )

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Erotic Writing Exersies 1 [24 Nov 2004|09:04pm]

This is a 'burst' writing exersise. What we want here is for you to sit down and write for two minutes. It doesn't have to be any longer, but can't be any shorter. It's in the time, not the quality. Two minutes. Your topic this week?

- Write down an erotic fantasy about a sexual experince that you would have in a minute if you were offered to you, no questiones asked. It should be something you would have no reservations or conditions about doing in real life.

(This test comes to you from Susie Bright's How to Write a Dirty Story.
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Greetings, and also a prompt [15 Nov 2004|07:25pm]

[ mood | bored ]


The phone rang in its cradle. It was bad news, I just knew it. I stood, staring at the phone until its incessent ringing felt like tinitus in my ears. I sighed, reached out and picked up the receiver.


Novel Excerpt - 'Lee and the Light' [12 Nov 2004|01:02am]

in medias raes

Chapter Two: Self and the City

There was another person who didn’t die that day, in fact she woke up early to make it down to the gym to swim a few laps before most of the die-hard fitness Nazi’s came in to monopolize the pool. She showered off and dressed in the locker room, standing in front of the mirror and running a brush through her blonde, bob-cut hair. Saturdays for Danielle Callo meant doing all the errands that she’d never had time to get done during the week. Speedo needed to get to the vet for his shots, her library books were due back unless she wanted to pay 50 cents per book per day, then there was the rented movie and that skirt that needed dry-cleaning, which was looking to be her entire day.

Meet Danielle...Collapse )

Stop! Grammar Time! *do do do doot, do doot, do doot* [01 Nov 2004|04:53pm]

[ mood | curious ]

MC Grammar here with a quick opinion poll...

Should you observe the rules of proper grammar in diaogue? I mean, I was always told that you should, but then you end up with all your characters talking like something out of Masterpiece Theater. Sometimes people speak in fragments, but I'm not sure if I should write as the character speaks or trying to clean up the grammar.

Any thoughts?

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Seasonal savings [01 Nov 2004|11:53am]

This phrase is milling around in my brain, and it wants to be used. But I don't know why, or how, therefore:

Daylight savings.
Savings of what? Time? People? Money? Souls? Why only in the daylight hours? And why only now?

[22 Oct 2004|07:24pm]

the french revolution, as filtered through angelxero's ears:

"the skeets weevil is blithering on"
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Testing...1...2...3... [20 Oct 2004|08:55pm]

[ mood | creative ]

This is a trial-run of some ideas, specificly idea #2 which everyone showed interest in...see here for the original spread.

I'd have to say my first encounter with Quantum Motion Tech (QMT became the soundbite acronym by the end of that year) was when I was a high school senior in 2013. My entire family watched the holo-cast as a scientist calmly turned a knob and an apple, specificly chosen to represent Newtonian physics, disappeared. After a minute there were two apples in the pressurized chamber, then only one again and it exploded into pulp. A man had sent an apple 60 seconds into the future and my life would never be the same.

Creed and kind, the mysteries of the past...Collapse )

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