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My short story "Stream's Remembrance" is now free to read on WattPad! Check it out and let me know what you think! #writing #shortstory #fantasywriting #fantasy #dark #originalwriting #wattpad #writersofinstagram #shortstorywriter #readersofinstagram #aspiringwriter #reader #indiewriter https://www.instagram.com/p/CC8T3MPDaFT/?igshid=1gs3cuti6yiyu
Once again, I have been on a rather long hiatus from writing and posting. However, I recently recieved an email about an oppurtunity to submit a piece of flash fiction for consideration in an anthology.
I would really appreciate any and all votes, its really easy and only requires an email and and a name. I only need 50 votes to make it into the anthology, so any support is highly appreciated 😁
Here is the link to vote:
https://soopllc.com/blog/short-stories/streams-remembrance-by-benjaman-corder/
And here is a quick excerpt for your consideration, as all it will show you on the website is a synopsis:
" " Only one word could writhe its way out of his petrified mouth. "Why?"
Her face turned upward, she gave a refreshed yet strained smile. "Because I used up my last familiar too fast. Thought I would try something… new."
"What do you mean? What have you made of me?"
She laughed, the lilt of her voice carrying through the moonlit forest, echoing off the trees with a woody reverbrance. It was both beautiful and menacing, refined yet savage. Then she turned to him and said, "You were dead for months before I raised you, gave you a new life, new meaning. What have I made of you? Alive." " "
Happy TTWR! What's the first story you remember writing?
I believe it was called something like, "The Jack Tales" and it was just a collection of stories I made up about this kid names Jack running around this crazy fantasy world being a bad ass. It didn't have a plot or description and it was just scribbled all over the place on random bits of paper. But, yeah, that's the first story I remember writing!
I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer this, life has been insane lately.
reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.
I'm sorry everyone, I know I have been absent for quite a while. I have been focusing on being a stay at home dad and publishing my short story series on Kindle.
(If anyone is interested in that here is the link: Of Poppies and Gold: A Story of the Dry Lands https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SJYSJ5H/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_JFThDbRTGKXFY )
Meanwhile, I was hit with another story idea last night and I wanted to post the little blurb I wrote for it here and see if anyone likes it. Enjoy!
"Prota stood among the reeds that wavered in the slow, lazy currents of the waters of the delta. Witcht stood a few paces ahead, hands raised high, palms outstretched to the bright stars that filled the black velvet of the night sky. Although she stood yards away from him and he was fit enough to conceivably get away from her feeble, old, crumbling body he knew he couldn't; the bonds of her dark magic tethered him, held him him fast to her."
All oc names are temporary. But, that's all I got so far! What do you think?
me, a writer, staring at one sentence for 10 minutes straight: i don’t know what’s wrong with you but i don’t like you
TTWR: How did you decide on the characters' names in your Still Untitled WIP?
It depends on where my story is set. For example, the setting of my current WIP is in the future after multiple world-wide natural disasters and North America is conquered by a Eurasian Alliance of countries. So, the people in my novel, although descended from Americans, Mexicans, and Canadians, have heavy Eurasian influences. Thus, they tend to take a mixture of Japanese, Chinese, Indian, Russian, etc. names.
I then do an extensive amount of research on popular names in each of the above nationalities , what the name means, so on amd so forth. Then I choose a name that is either ironic, fitting to the characters personality, or their role in the story.
TTWR Update: Still no freakin’ title
Words written this week: 4,000
CW: none
Roshi nodded, lowering his eyes to burrow deep holes into the cracked, dry ground. “Give them some time to mourn. An hour, at least, to lay their families and friends to rest.”
Ebe nodded and went off to inform the people of their decision. Roshi stayed, on his knees, letting apathy consume him as he wallowed in the suffering of his people. Ken was gone, toiling away in the poppy fields of the Alliance. More than half of his neighbors and friends had been slaughtered the night before, and now he was asking them to march deep into the Dry Lands on a hunch of salvation to the East. He closed his eyes, fighting back the helplessness deep inside his heart, hemming it in so it would not destroy any remaining hope that may yet linger there.
A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and his eyes opened. Tattered, burnt pants led to a shirt that had been torn to shreds as his eyes traveled up the figure in front of him. The man who had been mourning his son only a few feet away a moment before stood over him, dirty face streaked with the wet reminders of his pain. He knelt down in front of Roshi and stared into his eyes, his own bloodshot from the memory of his loss.
“Thank you, Roshi.” The man’s voice quivered as he spoke. He wrapped his arms around Roshi’s shoulders and pulled him close, burying his face into his chest. “Thank you for not letting us die in that hell. Thank you for trying to save my son.” He pulled away and met Roshi’s eyes once more. “I would follow you to the ends of the earth. Never doubt that.”
Tags: @lookslikechill @livingdeadwriteblr if anyone else wants to be tagged in my WIP updates let me know!
Does anyone have any ideas for how a "hydropunk" city would look? I can't find much artwork for inspiration.
Tales for the Sun and Moon (ttwr excerpt)
Words written this week: 1.109
Content warnings: physical injury and scarring
Excerpt (yes it is from the sunburnt king again):
The brilliant light refracted throught the crystal of the crown, and for a moment a halo of the Sun herself surrounded the new king. Then it fell on his subjects, who ran away, blinded, and their screams filled the air.
Instinctively the king brought a hand to his face to protect his eyes. The crown tilted on his head, juat enough for his hand to be covered by its rays. None of the people can remeber if he yelled, or even whimpered in pain that day, but the red scar never abandoned his arm.
They later said the Sun became furious with him for disrespecting the Moin like that, and they even learned him by a new name: The sunburnt king.
TTWR: Week 3!
Hey Guys! Week three and I’m hosting, and wow what a busy week! The asks still stand, so ask away, but here are our updates for the week!
@silver-wields-a-pen brings us this lovely excerpt and has written 1228 words this week! I’m in love with Silver’s writing, check em out!
@smudged-glasses-writing brings us what I think is a great piece you can read right here and has written 1652 words this week! Woohoo!
@toceaselivingceasewriting wrote 9000 words!!! WOW! And brings us this cool piece right here. TW for violence and blood.
@lookslikechill wrote nothing he’s counting, but he made a sweet playlist you can find linked here with period appropriate songs for his 40s set wip Between His Fingers.
@livingdeadwriteblr or me? I just now posted a tiny excerpt of writing from my wip Neon Lights and Darkness, of which I wrote 8 whole words since last Tuesday! Here’s the link!
Whether it’s 9000 words, 8 words, or none, a wip update is an update! Throw out a post between now and next Tuesday to be included on next week’s post, and thank you to all who posted this week!
@lookslikechill - @livingdeadwriteblr - @sixstepsaway - @samueldeckerthompson - @nemowritesstuff - @the-number-26 - @harrybpoetry - @soul-write - @smudged-glasses-writing - @writingonesdreams - @madammuffins - @cataclysmic-writer - @the-melissa-mckinnon - @silver-wields-a-pen - @crystal-ink8 - @toceaselivingceasewriting - @notmyproblemdude - @tales-from-a-golden-pen - @sexychristina18 - @theswordofpens - @bookishbearx - @royalbounties - @timetravelingpigeon - @midterms-crisis
Ttwr excerpt
(The worst yet but i’m too tired to care rn)
Words written this week: 1652
Content warnings: none.
@livingdeadwriteblr @lookslikechill
Excerpt (refreshingly not from the sunburnt king):
The station was one of the few Glasbourn buildings from before 2263, and as such, it was the only overground structure for miles. Maybe “miles” was an exxageration, but Nyx was too tired to properly guess the distance.
“I’ll never get Mercurians and their architecture”, laughted Fillip as they saw the green arches of the roof. “If they are going to build a Dome anyway, why jot make use of it?”
“It doesn’t have to do with the climate”, said Nyx. He squinted, as if that would make him remember. “I took a whole course about it when i was young. Something about…planetary heat? And making use of it”. He shrugged. He never cared about that subject anyway, and his professor was despicable.
“Well, you are the educated one”, Fillip replied.
With the corner of his eye, Nyx noticed Sine taking an expression he’d never seen on them before. A mix of exasperation and disgust, covered by a wince. They made mental note to ask them about it later.
The Tuesday Writeblr Review
“What’s the plan? Trap Ifrit in an ice prison?” Belias sarcasm came through loud and clear.
“Better than plastic,” Seth joked, though only Tundra got the reference.
“Got it in one,” Tundra replied, enjoying the look of surprise this elicited. “If we can isolate him from the rest of his army, we can take him out without smart asses jumping in.” He looked at Seth as he said the last part.
“Someone’s pissed I took him out,” Seth replied, making a cutting gesture at his throat.
“You got lucky.”
Seth laughed, “Someone should around here.”
Tundra glanced at Nyima, who was in conversation with the two Goddesses. “Who’s to say I haven’t?” he replied to Seth, looking smug.
“You won’t ever again if you keep talking about her like that.” Date was glaring at Tundra when he turned around.
“It’s harmless,” he excused, shrugging.
“If it were harmless, you wouldn’t check to see if Nyima could hear.”
Caught out, Tundra had to admit he’d been bragging for stupid reasons. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Someone broke into the War Room and stole Nyima’s drawings,” he replied, voice a little louder than usual.
“What is this?” Myto strode over, with Adnu and Nyima bringing up the rear. “We have a spy?”
Date bowed and made to speak.
“Try not to announce it to the whole city,” Tundra said, cutting him off before he could kowtow. “Someone stole your chicken scratch,” he added to Nyima, trying to keep a straight face.
She rolled her eyes.
“Yrdan?” Seth suggested. He jerked his thumb at the sparring groups.
“Why not accuse the King of the dzoavits?” Adnu said, raising an eyebrow.
“If I wanted to kill you all, I’d just poison your stew,” Belias snapped, folding his lower arms and gesturing with the upper. “I’ve had plenty of opportunity. I wouldn’t stoop to stealing sketches.”
“They are every plan we’ve had,” Nyima pointed out. The groups nearest slowed their efforts, visible in their eavesdropping. “We should continue this inside. Someone collect the others.”
@lookslikechill @livingdeadwriteblr
TTWR Update: Still haven’t named the thing, but hopefully that’ll come soon.
Words written this week: 9,000
CW: descriptions of violence and blood. Also, super rough draft.
“He already survived one of your bullets. Now he will fall to my sword.” Rudra drew a katana, the sword screaming as it left it’s scabbard. “You won’t survive, well-digger.”
“I guess we will just have to see about that.” Roshi retorted, assuming his stance.
Rudra readied himself, sword held vertically, firm in both hands in front of him as he walked carefully and steadily down the slope toward Roshi. When he was just a few feet away he charged, slashing downwards towards the crown of Roshi’s head. Roshi swayed and stepped to the side, allowing Rudra’s blade to glance off of Batsu and into the dirt rather than trying to stop it. He then slashed back towards him, cutting open the carbon fabric between two plates in Rudra’s armor. His katana sliced clean through and left a bloody trail across Rudra’s inner thigh. With a grunt Rudra swung that leg back, slicing diagonally up at Roshi’s torso. Roshi held his blade firm, stopping Rudra’s attack as he kicked at the knee of his opposite leg, causing it to crumple. Roshi twirled Batsu around to bring down on Rudra’s wrist with all his might, cutting it clean off. Rudra cried out and stumbled backward as Roshi advanced behind a furious onslaught of slashes and stabs with Batsu.
With every blow he landed Roshi either cut through more carbon fabric or shattered one of the ceramic plates of armor. In no time at all Rudra’s armor was cracked and useless. Roshi began placing well-aimed thrusts in between the cracks. Blood sprouted up and Rudra fell back onto the ground, crawling away, his sword flung to the side. Roshi raised Batsu high, sharp point straight down, and pushed it down with all his might. A gunshot rang out from up the hill.
The bullet slammed into the plate protecting Roshi’s rib cage and sent him tumbling to the ground. “You can’t stop the Republic of Us, Roshi.” Thom’s voice called out.
Another round pummeled him in the shoulder as he rolled down the hill. A third gunshot and a spray of dirt next to Roshi’s head blinded him. “You can’t stop Noriko! We are coming, no matter what happens here today!”
Then as Roshi rolled backwards over his shoulder and sprang to his feet, rubbing the sand from his eyes, he heard a thwack and a scream. Bleary-eyed he gazed up the hill and saw that an arrow had sprouted from Thom’s thigh, causing him to drop the gun as he clawed at the wound crying out in pain. Rudra was next to him quickly, arm around him as they retreated around the side of Endo’s shanty. Roshi loaded his legs up under him, preparing for the chase when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
Tags: @lookslikechill @livingdeadwriteblr if anyone else wants to start being tagged in my wip updates, let me know!
Simultaneously Late and Early Celebration!
So I’ve been sick the last week, and my plan was to post a follower celebration at 175, but y’all are too frickin amazing and I’m closer to 200 now! So consider this a 175-200 follower celepost!
First off, thank you to everyone of you who think I’m worth a follow. It makes me smile! I want to start with a small shout out to a blog or two that helped me gain traction in one way or another.
@lookslikechill
You’re my best friend, and my best asset on this site. Participating in things with you has given me motivation and gotten me noticed! Thank you! Also to my followers: if you’re following me, it’s essentially mandatory you follow him. Like seriously he’s amazing and I’m not gonna shut up about it.
@cawolters
For inventing the lovely FFF which got me writing again! Her writing is gorgeous too, you should really check her stuff out!
@smudged-glasses-writing
You were the first person other than Sullivan on my taglist, and that is just so cool! And I’m such a huge fan of all the things I read that you produce. Also, you’re simply a lovely person. Thank you! And to my followers: Go give him a follow!
Now onto the gifts! Hurrah!
Here’s what I’m giving away, followed by how to get it!
1. Five Song Playlists
These can be based on the following categories: Blog name/aesthetic, WIP Name/small description, or a Character name/small description.
You can get two of these!!!
2. Ten Song Playlists
These can be based on the following categories: Blog name/aesthetic, WIP name/larger description, character name/larger description, or a scene from your WIP.
You can specify specific genres with these!!!
Only one per person.
So how to get these things?
First, follow me! Second, reblog this post!
Then, do one of two things:
Send in an ask with your request. For five song playlists, descriptions should tend to fit within ask character limit, and you don’t need frills like genre preference.
Or make a post with your request and tag me! For the ten song playlists, things like lengthier descriptions and excerpts won’t fit in ask limits and I get that! So make a post and tag me in it! I’ll reblog it with my answer.
I’m tagging some folks to get the ball rolling: @soul-write @imaghostwriter @toceaselivingceasewriting @ofinkblotsandscript @otters-holding-hands @royalbounties @disasterinspace @dahl-my-life @inkpot-dreamer @silver-wields-a-pen @hoshizoragabe @renwilliamswrites @unwriter-sc @unrealistic-android
I love how supportive this group of writers is! It's great have such great people share writing with.
It may be just me, but writer's block is a bitch.
Sometimes I have to just sit down and focus to force the words out of me.
Other times I need a heavy dose of caffeine and nicotine.
And some times I have to throw a dash of whiskey in my coffee, sit in front of the computer, and just see what words land on the page.
The Tuesday Writeblr Review: WIP Updates!
Welcome to the second week’s worth of updates. A little less to display this week. I guess @livingdeadwriteblr and I weren’t the only ones who were super busy this week! And that’s okay. We’ll have busy weeks and slow weeks, weeks full of words and weeks with none. It’s all part of the ride. The ride of life!
@silver-wields-a-pen gives us a chilling excerpt from their wip Divinely Volatile, which you can read here! Well-written and undeniably entertaining to read!
@smudged-glasses-writing gives us a delightful update from his wip Tales for the Sun and Moon - The Sunburnt King. It is short and sweet, yet manages to fit in a very satisfying journey! Read it here.
@toceaselivingceasewriting gives us an impressive update of 10,000 words written this week, and a tantalizing excerpt featuring swords and a looming battle, which you can find here!
I @lookslikechill give you a single sentence update of 17 words from my low-priority wip The Mystery of Margaric! You can find it here.
PARTICIPATION LIST:
@lookslikechill - @livingdeadwriteblr - @sixstepsaway- @samueldeckerthompson - @nemowritesstuff - @the-number-26 - @harrybpoetry - @soul-write - @smudged-glasses-writing - @writingonesdreams - @madammuffins - @cataclysmic-writer - @the-melissa-mckinnon - @silver-wields-a-pen - @crystal-ink8 - @toceaselivingceasewriting - @notmyproblemdude - @tales-from-a-golden-pen - @sexychristina18 - @theswordofpens - @bookishbearx - @royalbounties - @timetravelingpigeon - @midterms-crisis
to be added to this, interact with this post. A big thanks to everybody who participated!
