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Life working in a vinyl shop is simple; at least until you start finding vinyls for songs that have never existed
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@get-prompted
Prompt;
Life working in a vinyl shop is simple; at least until you start finding vinyls for songs that have never existed
"I genuinely hope that this letter finds you before I do."
Dialogue Prompt;
A: âViolence is never the answer!â
B: âNo, itâs a language. And itâs the only one those scumbags understand.â
Prompt;
Turns out killing a vampire is VERY easy, considering the wide plethora of weaknesses they have.
"Yes, my mom is a witch, yes, my birth parents sold me to her, No, I do not hate her, what's so hard to understand?"
Prompt 2570
Donât lie to them. Theyâll find out the truth.
Prompt;
You thought tonightâs ball would be rather uneventful, yet here you are, staring at the princess in the middle of covering up a murder.
sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
a while ago I read this sci-fi short story from the 50s where a guy is kidnapped and interrogated by aliens using a very sophisticated lie detector, but he realizes that the lie detector works off technical truth, and with some careful phrasing and misdirection, he manages to make them believe that humans are a race of immortal, overpowered, omniscient telepathic beings. and it works.
my favorite part is when he tells them that humans are "capable of transportation without the aid of spaceships or any vehicles, just by using mental power to control physical matter". it's true, we can. it's called walking.
okay I found it, it's The Best Policy by Randall Garrett
and it has other gems such as "I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what every member of my race thinks of you" (they don't know you exist) and "every human knows exactly as much about the location of your home planet as I do" (nothing)
The Best Policy by Randall Garrett
THATS THE BASTARD!!!!
originally read it as part of a rando SciFi collection book, 'cept it was in Russian, so crediting wasn't exactly... the best....
now to track down the other short stories.... like the one with an off-world hard labor camp, but you earn "crime tickets" there, as in literally "you done the time, go do the crime" credits
oooh if you manage to track it down please share, that sounds amazing :o
oooh if you manage
to track it down please share, that
sounds amazing :o
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really notâbut honestly this is it man.
I'm going to try it.
I love the lawyer metaphor, because whenever I see âJohn knew that...â in prose writing I immediately think âhow? How does he know it?â Interrogate your witnesses. Cross-examine them. Make them explain their reasoning. It pays dividends.
All of this, but also feels/felt. My editor has forbidden me from using those and itâs forced me to stretch my skills.
This is your "show not tell" advice explained!
hey @themoonmothwrites, bit late but i finally found an excellent explanation of what i meant way back when :')
And I promise it stuck and did indeed make me a better writer!
And I promise it
stuck and did indeed make me
a better writer!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
"Okay, what's true and what's bullshit?" "Excuse me?!" "Look, cut the crap, I know you're a vampire, and you've been stalking me for whatever reason. I just want to know what's real and what's not. Am I dealing with Bram Stoker or Stephanie Meyer here?"
one of my favorite things to do in limited perspective is write sentences about the things someone doesn't do. he doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't reach out. i LOVE sentences like that. if it's describing the narrator, it's a reflection of their desires, something they're holding themselves back from. there's a tension between urge and action. it makes you ask why they wanted or felt compelled to do that, and also why they ultimately didn't. and if it's describing someone else, it tells you about the narrator's expectations. how they perceive that other person or their relationship. what they thought the other person was going to do, or thought the other person should have done, but failed to. negative action sentences are everything.
Bartender âlisten, you canât just walk in here with a real sword. Give me one good reason to carry something like that around in this day and age.â âMimics!â. I laughed, the bartender laughed, the table laughed.
Prompt;
As a supervillain, youâre starting to get a bit concerned that your âsilly little henchmanâ sidekick is actually a Lot More Powerful than you originally thought.
hopeless time loop. the way out isnât to save everyone. the way out isnât to save even one person. the way out isnât to change anything. the way out is accepting how it happened the first time is how it always will be. thatâs how you acted, thatâs how they acted, thatâs how you would have acted every time if you werenât given the curse of hindsight. the way out is accepting you canât fix the past; you can only forgive yourself for it.
Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.
But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.
None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?
And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.
Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.
A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.
Prompt;
Youâre a hermit witch, who many years ago isolated themselves in the woods to study magic and nature in peace.
Eventually, through your study, you uncovered something unknown to you and the many textbooks you had read; something both extremely powerful and completely maddening.