It's Story Time

I mostly write but I will also post random things I find interesting.

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Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She wasn't very social. In fact she struggled with the rules society set out right from the get go. She didn't even speak until she was three and at story times when she was five when all the other children were listening to stories she was of to the side rereading the same three picture books and messing around with things in a bin. She knew she was different. She didn't know how she was different or why she was. The little girl didn't even have a name to call what her difference was. She just knew was and as she grew older the other kids couldn't name it but they could see it too. It made them cruel. I made them not want to be around her because she was too weird. Some made rumors that didn't make sense other's stole her things, and others kicked her in class or blocked her view of the board making it hard to learn.

Eventually the little girl came to prefer books over people. Because books didn't judge, books didn't call her names or mock her, books simply wanted to be read, and reading was one of the things she could do very, very well.

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A brief moment of grief

She smiled and held the locket in her hands not quite looking behind her. It was a small thing made of silver it was small plain with only a few pieces of gold inlay around the edges. Yet she held it like it was the world. "Do you remember when You gave me this silly thing?" She said in a teary voice. "It was the day the carnival came to town. It was the fanciest thing on the prize counter. You spent half the day trying to get it. I kept telling you the game was rigged. you weren't meant to actually win it. But then by some miracle... you did. You put it on me with the cheesiest smile. The one you gave every time you did something people said would be impossible." She continued with a sad smile as she stood in front of the grave.

The wind brushing against her cheeks and pushing her hair out of her face. "I wish you'd been able to pull of one more impossible thing." She muttered as she pulled a few things out of her bag. A can of beer and some crocheted flowers. "I know you always said you hated flowers caused they died too fast. So I made some that wouldn't. You'd be old enough to drink this If... you know you'd won." She said a tear drifting from the corner of her eye as she placed the items on the grave.

"I'm leaving soon, College. I got into that big school upstate. The one you said I'd need a fortune to get into. I'll be gone for a while. A few years." She said knowing no one would respond. She spend a few moments cleaning the grave before standing up. She stood in silence for several more moments before walking away.

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writing advice

writing advice #5

Your characters matter. I know it sounds simple but it's true. every character has the potential to push the plot forward. If you aren't using external forces, like the weather, a natural disaster, political incident, change of laws, magic, curses, etc. You are using your character. Antagonists, protagonists, side characters, friends, family, rivals, pets, and so much more. Even a character put in for like five seconds can be important depending on the role they play. An example of this would be the woman who sold her house to you character without her you character could not have bought the house, or the soldier who announce the general has been shot. To be honest you don't need to get everything down to their blood type or favorite color. Flesh out the characters enough to be useful with a little extra on the side. You do need to know the most about the characters you intend to use often though. You do however need to flesh out the characters to the point that you know what they would do and little details that might help or hinder the plot.

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Writing advice

Writing advice #4

Self inserts easily fall into wish fulfilment and an excuse to give someone (usually yourself) with godlike powers and no real challenge or character development other than characters falling all over the main character or cowering from them. It is not wrong to write these little pieces for yourself but it also makes for poor plot. It is difficult to do properly more because it requires a level of self awareness of how you would actually react and your own flaws instead of how you would want to react. which is why it can be very easy to turn yourself into a Mary Sue or Gary Stue. While wish fulfilment in and of itself isn't bad. Mary Sues are generally considered bad for a reason, because they never fail, never experience hate outside of their back story, never grow nor change. And a story is usually about just that a time of change in a persons life, a time of growth and development, of acknowledging and growing beyond the initial flaws and a doing a self insert right involves just that but for yourself. Which is why it's hard if it isn't wish fulfilment you are at risk of heavy introspection.

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Writing advice

Writing advice #3

Your morals and your character's morals do not have to align. Your characters while a small reflection of you are not you and should be treated as such. When you write you are not creating copies of yourself. Your story will not be as interesting if everyone is the exact same. Imagine a room full of you unless you have DID it will end up with everyone agreeing on everything and will only be interesting if you throw in an outside factor. Your characters should be treated as individuals with their own personalities, morals, histories, and unique reactions. Because while yes people who are similar group together they are never perfect carbon copies. Who you write should be not an exception to that.

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Writing advice

Writing advice #2

If you're struggling to make an antagonist give them personality traits you hate or that annoy you. Write someone that if you met in real life, you would cheer the downfall of. Don't write someone you as an Author will love but that you as a person would hate to love or would love to hate. Amplify those traits even, push those traits to extremes if you want.

A villain doesn't have to be complex or redeemable, they have to be someone that can push the story or the characters forward by the very nature of their existence in the story. They also however aren't meant to be the star of the show, nor the only character that matters in the story.

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Writing advice #1

Writing advice #1

Always google the word you thought you made up. example, Lunaris sounds made up, thought it was made up. In actuality the latin word for something tied to or related to the moon. many writers have similar if funnier stories about this. including accidentally adding slurs and curses into their works.

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writing practice

A scene from nature

The sun rose gently over a white washed world. Sun beams leading the world to glitter and sparkle amid the first snow of the season. Droplets ice shining delicately amid pine needles as small winter birds emerge from their nests to search for the remnants of fall fruits or the beginnings of various winter berries. The sounds of the world dampened by soft white coverings of the night before. Amidst it all is the soft crunch of snow as one of the forests larger denizens makes their way to the river. A doe and her fawn step slowly through the trees ears swiveling as she steps slowly through the snow. Alert for anything that might be eager for a meal. She stops to look at her fawn for a moment making sure it is nearby and following her. She steps up the stream and takes a careful drink remaining alert for the moment she would need to bolt. Her child following nearby as it learns the way of the world from it's parent. The fawn follows it's mother's example and drinks from the stream as well. The spots of it's childhood beginning to fade and a head shorter than it's mother. The pair lift up their heads at the sound of rustling foliage. At the snap of a twig and the pair bolt into the forest. Leaving behind the peaceful stream and a potential predator behind.

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My views on ai

My take on AI is that it, like all tech, is meant to make a hard or unwanted task easier. Art, writing, video making, etc. Anything requiring the creative spirit or critical thinking shouldn't be easily handed off to it. Because if we give AI those tasks, we are losing the skills tied to those abilities. If we can not think critically, are we any better sheep following a Judas goat to the slaughterhouse? Letting anyone and anything do the thinking for us, even to our detriment. It seems unwise. Plus, we need creativity and the creative spirit to make things above and beyond what is already there. Yes, being good at something takes time and practice. But art, writing, poetry, and souch more are meant to be tools to express ourselves and what lies in our hearts. It expresses the beauty and vulnerability of our souls, and that isn't meant to be easy. Especially as it is sharing an artist's pain, joy, passion, and experiences. Either directly or indirectly. Yes, Ai can imitate that, but that's all it is taking what already exists and rehashing it. Much like an unwanted sequal or a live action remake of a movie that has only been around for a few years as a blind cash grab due to a lack of creative scripts and a fear of more negative backlash. One shouldn't be afraid to express themselves or reluctant to practice the means to do so.

Neither should a creative endeavor be treated as a burden to be made convenient. Simply because one would rather pull from the collective stew of the internet and have a computer mash it all together and spew out a Frankenstein's monster of an art piece. No one starts out good, and no one actually becomes great by sitting around. If you're letting the computer spit out great works. Then it is the computer being great, not you, the individual.

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Weird take #4

People typically view angels as harp and lyre playing pansies in robes, when biblically they are known for fighting demons, guarding humanity, and being powerful forces of good. It's an interesting dichotomy.

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Weird take #3

Hades may have kidnapped Persephone, but he was also fiercely loyal to her. There are no myths of hades sleeping with or romancing other beings after his marriage. Most myths about him romancing other beings place it as before he married. Though there are myths about Persephone being tricked into cheating on Hades by Zues, and even then, Zues had to disguise himself as Hades to do it.

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Weird take #2

The one of and possibly the first examples of mpreg was in Journey to The West, and it ended in an abortion. Seriously, though, in Journey to The West, there is a kingdom called the kingdom of women. It held only women and a magic river that made anyone who drank from it pregnant. Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie drank from that river and in order to not die cause they didn't have the right parts. The monkey king had to go to a pond that caused abortions for anyone who drank from it and bring the water back. They did get the water and survived. However, this can also technically be the earliest case of mpreg in literature.

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False kings

A man sits on a throne

Smiling wide and spreading lies

Out on the streets the people cry

Out on the streets the people scream

Crying out against a false king

In the past our ancestors did the same

"Outrage" they cry

The horns of war rang out

Loud and full of cloud

A tea party held out in the sea

As we called liberty from a king

This time it is not tea we use

But still our people are under abuse

Out on the streets the people people scream

Just as then we sing again

"No kings!" The people sling

on signs and banners

Bearing all manner on which to lean

We are not alone

He cannot sit upon that throne

It may not be Tea thrown into the Sea

But still the people fight for the freedom

We need not tyrrany

We call not for a dictator nor a king

America is not a plaything

For a false king

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I sometimes realize while looking through Tumblr and various other places, the fight for feminism the original one, where men and women are held to equal standards or expectations hasn't died. It's just targeting different standards. Like men can be abused and even raped by women just like women can be by men or that male suicide rates are higher than women's, and women are still being paid less or valued less in the workplace while still being expected to sacrifice their careers for family. Neither genders are being held to equal values or expectations, so the fight shouldn't have ended.

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random thoughts

When you realize the civil war and WW1 weren't even 100 years apart and one of our most famous presidents lived through both. Seriously Theodore Roosevelt grew up during the civil war and died a year after ww1 ended. He died at the age of 60!! Mind Blown!

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Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss part Two

Emilia lets out a frustrated sigh as she once again ran over the information Casey gave her. She examined her impromptu patient still unconscious on the couch. He had been out since the night before. She had removed the IV sometime that morning after the single blood bag she'd been able to sneak had been exhausted. His pallor and temperature had improved throughout the night. He still seemed pale, but he no longer looked to be on the edge of death. Emilia sincerely hoped that Casey would be back before he woke up.

After all Emilia didn't want to explain to the man why his silk shirt was in the rag pile with two holes and a nasty blood stain. Nor did she want to explain why he was on her good sofa, instead of in the hospital. She eyed the messy pb&j on her plate and sighed. Casey hadn't had time to cook last night so Emilia would be stuck with sandwiches and cold cuts. Unfortunately, Casey had been up all night in a panic and debating whether she should go back to that alley to see if the other man was okay or if he were actually dead, or had been found and taken by someone. She scoff's lightly and takes a bite of her sandwich. She looks at the clock, and let's out a small sigh. Casey wouldn't be closing her clinic for another four hours.

She sets the plate on the counter and washes her hands. Afterwards she puts on a pair of gloves, and examines the sewn up bullet wound. Emilia slowly and gently examines the gauze covering the sutures with clinical precision. She smiles slightly as she notices no unusual coloration on the gauze.

Emilia stills in her examination of the wound by a soft knocking on the door. Slowly she walks up to the apartment door and peers through the peep hole.

On the other side of the door are two men in suits. She stiffens debating on whether to answer on not. She takes slow even breaths as she takes a step back. They knock a second time. Her gaze drifts to the unconscious man on the sofa. Then back to the door, silently she closes the peephole cover and steps away from the door.

Theres another knock on the door. Emilia carefully remains still hoping the men will believe that no one is home.

"Are you sure this is the place, Louie?" A voice rings out from behind the door.

"Yeah, took a bit, but yeah, cleaners were complaining about... blood."

"Yeah well." the other man responded.

Silently Emilia cursed, she froze as she heard footsteps a down the hall.

"Um, hi. Do you need anything?" The voice of her roommate called out.

The men turned to face Casey, who had left work early.

"Yeah, we just wanna know if you picked up anything strange last night. Heard the cleaners complaining about blood in the hallways and we just wanted to make sure everything was alright." the older of the two men inform Casey their eyes drifting to the bag in the blonde's hands.

Casey rubs the back of her head.

"Yeah, some dirtbag was about to put down a stray animal I found last night, and I might have... overreacted. But I already moved the poor thing to my clinic this morning. So no harm no fowl." She lied smoothly.

The men shared a look.

"So, what's the bag for?" the younger of the two men asked.

"Oh, my roommate actually. I'm the better cook between the two of us and I forgot to cook last night. So, I brought this for her as an apology." Casey responded innocently. Opening the bag to reveal takeout from a nearby restaurant.

"So uh yeah, I even talked to the owner about it this morning." Casey responded edging towards the door of her apartment. The older of the men moved in front of the door blocking her attempt.

"I'm sorry but my roommate really is waiting for me in there. So if I could just?" She asks letting her sentence drop off at the end while gesturing towards the door.

"I'm Louie. You mind if we ask a few questions first?" the older of the tells her while running a hand through graying hair.

"Casey and I, um, sure?" she replies unsurely with a shrug.

"Now other than that... stray? did you manage to catch anything else odd out there?"

"No, not at all. I just focus on my little vet clinic and um are you guys FBI or... Something?" Casey asked nervously.

"Yeah, something like that, now then I'm afraid we're the ones asking the questions." Louie responded calmly while crossing his arms.

"Ok, So um other than the stray animal there really wasn't anything strange going on."

Louie paused debating on whether to press further, but if he did he ran the risk of real FBI or cops getting involved. He sighed and pulled out a business card.

"If you remember anything new, give me a call." He told her calmly and walked away, gesturing for the other man to follow him.

As soon as the were out of earshot the younger man scowled.

"Why didn't press that gal further, Louie she looked ready to crack." He asked.

"It's because of how nervous she seemed, Ethan. If pushed too hard she might have tried to reach out to the real authorities. Something we don't want remember the cops aren't as tolerant as they used to be. They're already looking for whoever took out Jones last night remember." Louie informed him in low tone looking around for any cameras or other recording devices.

Ethan nodded at Louie taking his word to heart. "you mean back in your father's day..."

"Yeah, way back then."

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