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Flash Fiction | Word Count: 683.
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WHAT ARE YALL READING RN you must tell me
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(Hi, it's been a while 🩵)
Flash Fiction | Word Count: 209.
milo being relatable
Milo had never met so formidable an opponent as a blank canvas. He slouched before the pristine white square he had thrown on his easel—now in the corner of the library, on a grubby little island of drop-cloth. His laptop sat quietly on the kitchen island, emanating ominous vibes from the to-do list still drawn up there. But yesterday’s illusion had been an overreach; he needed a day without magic. So, here he was, with a cup of tea and a half-decent sandwich and an incredibly evil, empty canvas. He painted one single brushstroke and immediately hated it. “Don’t judge me,” he muttered to the presence in the room. “I swear I went to art school.”
If you had only one page to write, what would it say?
What would you do if you didn't have to do anything?
at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
So, about my Iron Valley's Linney Campaign
Editing all the previous posts in the Masterpost is such a hassle, I just went through all the posts in the Patreon collection and gave them some minor adjustments to correlate to the last update of my private folder. It was... hard work, and those are just a few posts.
Anyway, Linney's Campaign is now only on Patreon. I'm not on many other platforms anymore, and I actually left Patreon unattended for a while, but came back. Ahem. I just finished scheduling the rest of Linney's first day in the valley, which includes four more posts that are going to be live weekly starting today (the first one of those four should already be live), and a short extra of the start of the second day I never continued.
Now, the reason I'm not gonna keep playing with Linney is that I already know their story. I didn't leave any mystery to the playability, and knowing what it's going to be about doesn't make it any more fun.
While writing this, it occurred to me to write a Linney Afterworld talking about their life after I stopped writing. I don't have ALL the details, just those I was interested in during playthrough, and as the rest of the campaign, it will be free to read if you follow me on Patreon. Though if there's something you're curious about Linney, you can ask me, and I will make sure to include that answer there as well.
@aziz-reads, @cilly-the-writer, thanks for following through on this playthrough. I appreciate your interest in my writing.
being weird and full of love can save you
and it might save those around you, too
"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.
writing is easy actually. all you have to do is tell people what happened
which oc is a published author? what have they published?
Writemas - Day 6
I have absolutely no idea what the hell happened here or which genres merged, but this sounds like some possible romance at the start, but delves into some kind of fantasy by the end, and she's so raving on violence that... it involves action too? I don't know, but I have a sense of who she is between my rooster.
Used a mix of 2 Dialogue Prompts and 2 Narrative Prompts, neither third worked well within whatever this is.
Short story under the cut.
Words: 177.