always thought I'd change to Gyarados after I turned 20 but hey, this is more fitting I guess. (also somebody registered under the original Magikarp name and I can't get back to it anymore orz)
Ah, what the hell.
I've got this little doodad here.
Basically, this is me doing what is referred to as "venting". I wrote it intermittently over the course of (I think) about two - three months last year, as I was going through... some interesting things... so this is what it looks like when I vent.
I ended up writing some interesting things, though (at least I think so). I find it interesting to read, at least!
It's all a big metaphor for what I was going through... my internal thoughts...
@GuardianKing: I'm planning on giving you a thoughtful response; hold your horses!
One is a magic realist take on America, set in the 1930's. Blues music has become widely popular on both the East and West coasts, although each blues musician holds back a deep personal tragedy from which they derive their talent. The story follows an estranged trumpeter living in New Orleans who is informed that his father in San Francisco has died and that a funeral service would be held in the coming month. To make the journey across America, he enlists the help of his friend, a drummer, to play a few shows to raise money. Soon the group attracts another three members who all have their own reasons to leave the East Coast, each citing unfinished business in California.
It's then revealed that the Robert Johnson mythos is true: there are bluesmen who have sold their souls to demons for their talent, in return being cursed to wander the earth with an affliction. (Robert Johnson himself was supposedly cursed to die at 27). It's also revealed that if a man's personal tragedy is resolved, he completely loses the ability to play the blues. The resulting journey through the deep south is filled with discussions of the nature of trauma, denial and coping mixed with an admiration for the American way of life from which the blues musicians have been excluded. Also there's ghosts, bizarre isolated villages and Native American spirituality.
I never got past planning this story because the sheer amount of research required is enormous.
Also @Gioku that was really clever! I could never really vent in writing, since I always got too embarrassed at what came out. It was never as coherent as that though! For some reason, I totally thought the ending was going to describe a hospital, revealing that the narrator was an infant who had just left the womb. Or maybe a metaphorical womb?
always thought I'd change to Gyarados after I turned 20 but hey, this is more fitting I guess. (also somebody registered under the original Magikarp name and I can't get back to it anymore orz)
Well, I've talked about my projects in the past, but here's one I'm sort of ready to share: Starship Crusader.
In the 25th century, planet Earth has become a massive intergalactic hub for various alien knowledge and culture. Despite this, not many non-human races decide to settle on Earth itself, but rather on one of their many colonial planets. On a fateful summer day, a young graduate from some high-end intergalactic university is wandering about Satellite 11: a docking station for spaceships orbiting some distance away from Earth. He comes across a young human-looking lady named Asteria Aphelion, and she immediately recognizes the letter of "recommendation" written by the young man's grandmother and addressed to the captain of this elusive "starship Crusader".
Meanwhile, a green-haired bounty hunter meets up with a mysterious ol' stranger with demonic-esque facial features on a bar on Earth's moon. They talk for a bit and decide to catch up around some drinks. Finally, she and the strange man get terribly wasted, and they decide to walk in off outside on the nearest docking satellite. Once in the station, they come across a woman with dark lavender hair and garbs painted a sinister violet shade run away from a group of rather intimidating men. They order the two to hand over the girl, but the bounty hunter and her trench coat-clad companion refuse. Eventually, the man with the pointy ears, red eyes, and sapphire hair, stripped with strokes of electric blue, reveals himself to be Morpheus Equinox, the captain of starship Crusader. At the mention of his name, the group of men start backing away slowly but are promptly swept to the ground with Morpheus' wave of the arm. Capricorn, the hunter in the captain's company, then decides to thrash these rascals, while Morpheus himself is tending to the strange woman's wounds. When one of the thugs mentions backup, the station shakes violently beneath the trio's feet, and the lights go out for a second. Capricorn looks out the window and sees hostile hornets, a kind of miniature spaceship designed for around 3-4 people, shooting the base. Morpheus asks the stranger her name, and although she does not seem to remember the answer to that question, she tells the captain to call her Nightfall, like everyone else does. The bounty hunter urges her friend to return to their ship, and Morpheus claims that this is gonna be one heck of a journey ahead.
It turns out that Nightfall was targeted because she had stolen top secret blueprints behind the construction of something titled the "Planet Eater". Morpheus and Asteria recognize the technology, as well as the language in which the plans are written in. They reveal themselves to the other three as Star Gazers, one of many Outsider races said to live on the edge of the universe, if not a world of their own. Capricorn tells the other four members that she is a Star Child herself, a spawn between a Star Gazer and a non-Outsider. When asked why they recognize these prints, Morpheus reveals that long ago, a war brewing about the Outsider's star system threatened to spread out to the rest of the universe. As things quickly went sour for the Star Gazers, who were forcefully dragged into this, Morpheus' old friend, Dist, turned his back on his people and snatched both him and heiress Asteria. While the latter was later sold off as a slave, the former was experimented on by a mysterious organization called A.M.U.N. Apparently, both he and Dist were born out of an incident caused by their elders, which the people had since referred to as "Pandora's Awakening". Since they were born quite a few years after this debacle had taken place, the two inherited monstrous features and powers from this "Pandora", a creature said to be born from "lost time and ravaged space".
Many experiments later, the scientists who tortured Morpheus eventually unlocked the latter's dark powers; however, the toll for such a feat was a great one. The captain ends up murdering every last individual at Fortress Zero, the place of experimentation, before being captured by the higher ups at A.M.U.N. The last thing the captain remembers is the grin on the face of his former best friend, as Dist pushed down on a button destined to trigger a powerful cannon fueled by Morpheus' excess Dark Energy. At the press of a switch, Morpheus watched his home planet get atomized in a single moment right in front of his eyes. The next thing the captain knew, he awoke on planet Earth towards the turn of the 18th century.
Since Outsiders exist in almost a different plane from all other races, Morpheus found out the hard way that his body was not made to age like everyone else. Megabit and Nightfall ask him how, but Asteria tries to dismiss the question in the captain's place. As it turns out, during the 1800s, while Morpheus served for the British military, he met a lovely young lady named Elizabeth Ravenheart. After saving her from being assaulted on the streets, the two drew closer and closer to each other over time. Eventually, Morpheus finds out that Elizabeth ran from home to protest against her father's wish to marry her off to an older man she despised with every fiber of her being; at that very moment, the young soldier from far away offered his hand to the lovely human maiden. Flash forward almost two decades later, and the happily married couple already bore two children. From the day he proposed, Elizabeth knew the consequences behind her love with a seemingly immortal man. Sadly, the two's time together was cut short after the love of Morpheus' life fell deathly ill and succumbed some short time afterwards.
After hearing the captain's story, everyone aboard the crusader is in shock, and Asteria excuses herself from the room. Capricorn, who had already heard all this before, decides to pursue the Star Gazer princess outside. Asteria reveals to the hunter that she and Morpheus were in love back in their homeworld, long ago in the days of their youth. For once, Capricorn is speechless and has no idea what to say. Everyone returns to their own private quarters for the night, as Morpheus sits alone in the main command room with a framed sepia photograph of the family he once had long ago.
Some time later, the crew of Crusader encounters Dist, but they're all interrupted before Morpheus can deal the finishing blow to his former friend. As it turns out, after witnessing the full extent of the power held by Morpheus' Dark DNA, A.M.U.N. thought using living Star Gazers was too risky and instead resorted to either reprogramming fallen warriors or simply outright creating their own soldiers with the extracted sample of said Dark DNA. What results is the deadly group of living weapons known as the Synthetics.
With the Synthetics on the loose, and Dist having seemingly switched sides all of a sudden, the Crusaders are faced with these new enemies that threaten to destroy all in their path. Still a very important question remains; to what goal is all this destruction for? The plans for the Planet Eater, along with extended research into the Dark DNA, all seem far more complex than anyone had originally thought. Over time, the Crusaders start piecing together clues regarding the true identity of A.M.U.N.'s leader and his twisted desires. All this seems to be culminating towards something, but what?
Oh, are graphic novels OK here? I wrote a bit of a Kirby graphic novel a few years ago; I'm still pretty proud of it (although I never finished it). I'd like to show you guys!
Similar to when Smash Bros. first got me into writing in the first place, I thinking of doing a Pokemon one based on my main team. I've even got most of what personalities they'd have down (and I'm not going off of what natures they have).
Melia (Gardevoir): I see her as kind of a mother figure of the group; full of grace and self-appointed peacekeeper, she's the one who breaks up fights. Also being the Mega, she feels a huge weight on her shoulders and is too hard on herself if something goes wrong. She feels as if it's her responsibility to carry the team, even if against something above her capabilities.
Falchion (Aegislash): This guy tends to be serious with a deep sense of honor and chivalry. He hates fighting females in battles due to his code of honor and has major respect for Melia. Though at times he gets embarrassed easily when trying to act knight-like in front of others.
Triclyde (Dodrio): Two words, Tri-Polar Disorder. He has the problem of three personas in one body. Only one head can talk at a time, and each one has it's own quirks. There's "Myde" who is easily irritable and gets mad at everything, "Syde" who is depressive, downbeat and all around apathetic, and finally "Hyde" who is generally nice and easy to get along with. But one thing that all three heads agree with is that they hate Roseanne the Ferrothorn and attack her with every opportunity. Only, every time fails...
Apex (Eelektross): The most animalistic of the six, he spends most of the time eating something. As long as his stomach is full he can be easygoing and good-natured; not one to get into fights within the group. But should he get hungry his attitude changes drastically to one of predatory frenzy. When in this mind-set even Melia has trouble keeping him in line.
Roseanne (Ferrothorn): Laid back and unassuming, she doesn't really mingle with the others and mostly goes her own way. Even though she is a shiny, she doesn't act snobbish like other shinys do and is instead humble about her place. She ignores the constant attacks from Triclyde but does have limits and will knock him to the ground with one swipe when she's had enough.
Gaiden (Greninja): The troublemaking prankster. He's all about having sneaky fun, usually at other's expense. Doing things like egging Triclyde's angry side on, messing with Apex while he's in predator mode, and purposely making Falchion look foolish make him not very well liked among the six. Melia always has keeps her eyes on him lest he should do something stupid. In battles he tends to be extremely cocky and taunts the opposition every chance he gets. But even with all that deep down he truly does care for the rest of the team, especially Melia.
The story is probably going to be a left behind idea, where they are accidentally lost by the trainer without their Pokeballs and have to travel across the region to reunite while watching out for other trainers, wild Pokemon, and the bad guys (Team Flare I guess?). I'm also debating wether I should have them talk in a Pokemon's perspective (in others words the reader knows what they are saying but the humans in the story don't).
Yo guys, I enjoy writing too, but I guess like most others just struggle to find the time to actually do stuff. (playing games takes up a lot of time). I do hope to write more stuff in 2014 though, I may even put myself onto a creative writing course. I've got an idea in my head for a novel I really wanna write.
Anyway, the only two things I've wrote recently which you can view online are two fan fiction stories for the Halloween films, particularly Michael Myers. If you're a fan of him and want to read about him in awkward situations where he tries to find a girlfriend, then read ahead. It even features cameos from other horror icons!
(by the way, they both have adult themes and languages in each so be warned if that offends you in any way).
First part, which oddly I wrote in script format, don't know why,
I have a few ideas for short stories in mind, but haven't jotted anything down yet (life, videogames, laziness etc.)
Okay, so the first one would play out much like one of Plato's dialogs; the basic idea is that two alien life forms debate in front of a jury on whether human race should be allowed to exist anymore. A central theme would be defining ´good´, the goodness in people and whether enjoyment is always good. The story would approach that theme through analysing and pondering human behaviour, i.e the usage of narcotics, religion and emotions.
The aliens wouldn't have much personality other than that one is defending and the other is prosecuting humans. This would be because I want the readers to support the arguments presented, not the characters that present them (or create their own views).
Second one is a fun little story I've a few ideas for, but no basic structure to back it up: the main character (let's call him Mike) acknowledges that he only exists in a fictional environment. It starts off like a clichéd detective flick. So clichéd, in fact, that Mike starts to point out flaws in it, like typos and clumsy narrative. The bad guy is "The Writer", who grows tired of Mikes whining and wants to keep him as a silent slave doing as he's commanded. That's why Writer starts the story over with a new title, but this time the main character is mute. That's not going to stop Mike on his quest for freedom, as he starts flipping the bird to readers and other types of hi-jinks.
I'm not quite sure where to take from here but maybe Mike continues his journey ever deeper until he's in the very psyche of Writer, or something to that effect. @Gioku
Nice work. I like the vivid expressions the characters have, it really brings them alive.
Anyway, there was something fun we did in English class awhile ago that you guys might be interested in trying: writing your own Epic Simile! An Epic Simile is a long, often run-on simile used often in Greek epic poetry, such as
But swift Aias the son of Oïleus would not at all now take his stand apart from Telamonian Aias,
not even a little; but as two wine-coloured oxen straining
with even force drag the compacted plough through the fallow land,
and for both of them at the base of the horns the dense sweat gushes;
only the width of the polished yoke keeps a space between them
as they toil down the furrow till the share cuts the edge of the ploughland;
so these took their stand in battle, close to each other.
And so the teacher had us write our own - the idea is to take some mundane/everyday task and make it into some big epic ordeal! It's a great way to do satire, and is otherwise really fun - I'd like to see some of you guys do this!
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