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[egohominilupusest]

Thought I’d just dump a short story for y’all

An eerie glow reflected on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, standing on the outskirts of the city. The shallow hole where once the gateway to the building loomed over me, the soft hiss of a greenish-grey fog lurking behind, waiting for me to enter. I have tried to breathe in deeply in an attempt to get used to it more quickly – and got nearly suffocated with the thick smell of rot, decay and death rushing straight into me. The metal remnants of the gates reminded me of teeth of an ancient beast – bared, stained with darkness and broken.

The monstrous warehouse seemed to be alive, breathing the vile fog out and bristling with the jagged edges of his “teeth”. The townsfolk that lived nearby told me, in hushed whispers and trembling with disgust, that in wartime the corpses of soldiers and citizens were dragged and left there, in the damp coldness of steel and earth.

But, they said, when the war ended, no one bothered to bury these people – or even properly close the warehouse. They were left to rot in here, and all contamination they carried was soon free of the restraints of a mortal flesh. The fog, people said, was born from death and brought the death only, its putrid clouds swirling threateningly in the darkness of the warehouse. Soon, there was not a single living soul in a mile range, except for stray cats and dogs – diseased, absolutely rabid and half dead, they stumbled around the warehouse in an endless loop of decay.

What I was doing in such a place? Sickly green clouds twirled and danced around my hand as I stretched it out into the pit of darkness. Where they touched my skin, it would burn, and boil, and turn the same gray of rot, falling off in necrotic pieces in a matter of seconds. I did not feel any pain, though. I have lost this blessed feeling long ago, along with more than a half of my brain that was being devoured by a parasite no poison could kill. So, here I was, standing at the edge of the concentrated death – nothing left to lose. I have long before accepted my demise – but I wanted the parasite to never crawl from my skull into another being. Honestly, I did not mind being dead.

I just wanted to take that ugly crawler with me, straight into the grave.

[rossliveshere]

One thing that I want to set up with Vermin is that Eddian “Edd” is not a fighter, he rarely fights, he’s an opportunistic and a strategist. He doesn't rely on brute strength to fight. Eddian is weak, cowardly, and somewhat incompetent, but has a strong sense of justice, courage, and dedication. 

He makes sure to set up traps and take the opportunity of his enemies own strengths and weakness to defeat them. 

[thewritingpirate]

From the Classroom: Basic Guidelines

So we were discussing how to be good writers and there are some guidelines my teacher suggested. He didn't want to call them rules because there isn't a perfect formula for "good writing".

Italics are my comments.

Some Guidelines you might want to follow:

Read like it's your job

Write on Schedule

Make friends with other writers

Don't make excuses

Don't write to the market (Write about what you want, not what's popular.)

Self-destruction does not make you creative

Reread like it's your job

No one cares about your feelings (I don't entirely agree with this. I think you can write about your feelings, but it has to be done right.)

Everyone gets rejected - expect it

Just because it actually happened does not make it a believable story.

If you hope to get rich, writing probably isn't for you

Telling someone you're a writer does not make you a writer.

My teacher went on to talk about "Stories to Avoid", as he called it. WE're to write two short stories during the semester and these are ones he considers overdone or done very wrong. I personally think you can do any of these, but they need to be done the right way.

Don't write from the point of view of a dog

If the character is in a wheelchair make sure the reader knows

Don't make your character a writer

Don't write a story about your character getting stoned for the first time

Don't kill off your main character at the end

Don't write a story where nothing happens and that's the point.

Sweat sparingly. It comes across stronger on the page than in speech.

Don't write a story about Einstein, Plato, and Nietzsche having dinner together.

If you're naturally funny it will come through your writing. If you try to be funny it will be forced and unnecessary.

Don't begin a story with long descriptions of the weather

Don't attribute quote with "he atoned" / "she parlayed". Use "he/she said"

Avoid exclamation points. (I think exclamations are ok, just don't over use them.)

Avoid adverbs. Nothing should happen suddenly in a story unless it's a bomb. (I'm indifferent about this cause there are lots of things that happen suddenly. You just need a good way to describe them.)

Don't write completely in dialogue. That's a play.

Don't write a story completely in exposition(no dialogue). It's boring.

Don't write a story where the weather corresponds with the characters moods. (Don't have it rain when something sad happens)

Don't write a story where the names of the characters all start with the same letter

Don't define your characters with flimsy pop culture references. (I think this is ok if you're writing in modern times. I find cultures references amusing)

Don't write about what happens in the car from point A to point B. Just say they left A and arrived at B. (Unless something crucial to the plot happens on that car ride.)

Don't begin a story with the main character waking up in the morning.

Don't write a story that takes place entirely at a funeral.

Avoid twist endings. The goal of fiction is not to trick the reader. (I kinda disagree with this as I enjoy twists.)

No frame tales. (As in you start with the end and go back to the beginning. This is done in TV and movies a lot. They show the last scene first and the go "x amount of time earlier" and show you how the characters got there.)

[shaolinsissy]

Got a pretty good plot idea please review: -Main character (Mord) gets in a fight with some thugs -Is saved by strong female protagonist -They open a bakery -Mord become a magical girl and female protagonist sells her soul to Satan and becomes a nuke. Quickly the magical girl versus Satanic-nuke war escalates and destroys 2/3s of the world, and Mord must kill the strong female protagonist in order to save the world. But he doesn't and it turns out hell is actually just a tea party and the Bible really exaggerated some bits.