Any writers willing to share?

[The Phantom]

Hey guys,

I was wondering if there were any authors on this forum who like to write as a hobby, who would be interested in sharing some of their work with me? Now, I'm not exactly sure how that would work, cause I'm kind of new, so if you want to tell me the format of your piece and we can work something out. I'm an aspiring author who is currently working on a few projects. I will be willing to share them in a bit, once it's solid and I'm confident with it enough, but for now I was hoping someone else might potentially be willing to share for some inspiration (Don't worry, I won't plagiarize anything ). I know now everyone is willing to, and that's OK, but I assumed someone will be OK with it, since people share face pics around here lol. Or instead of actually sharing the writing itself, if it's a novel/story you could share the basic plot + characters.


Thank you!

 

[SignOfLazarus]

This is something I started writing and have played with; I plan on expanding it [obviously]. I have more written but nothing else coherent enough at this point to share. I do think the language is a bit too loose and not uniform enough, so I am going to work on that. It's a character that I continue to think about and turn about in my head.

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As he sat there, Ronaldo could feel that something was about to “go down”, but he could not intuit what it might be or how it might happen. He could however, feel a dust storm forming. It began in his belly and slowly built outwards, impeding his sight, his hearing, his touch and smell, even sense of taste. He felt the dryness of it creep up his throat and into his mouth. His nose felt dry- amost like it wa a cold burn.
Until this point he had been quietly and calmly [well, seemingly calmly] sitting and waiting. The waiting was always a bit painful, but if you reminded yourself that it was going to happen before you even got there, the pain was dulled.
Really he was fine until the cheerleader with the eye came in. She had a heavy bandage over her eye and they were trying to run her in without having her trip over anyone or anything. It looked like under the bandage she was probably crying blood.
That’s when the storm started creeping in. The shakes started becoming visible again.
Ronaldo stood up, took a non-chalant look over the waiting room and slowly began to walk to the other side, toward one of the restrooms for families.
He made it about three or four steps, when a National Geographic ad for “Wild Cats Week” came on the waiting room television. This caught his attention. In his mind’s tempest, this made foran appropriate prompt.



Ronaldo licked his lips, suddenly yelled out like a banchee, “AAAIEEEEEYAAAAA!!!!” and made for the bathroom as fast as possible, attempting to leap over one of the small tables in the waiting room. Instead, he sort of stumbled and fell into a tuck and roll. He stopped close to the bathroom door, stood up and froze for a moment. The waiting room was almost silent with the exception of a couple infants, the ticking of the clock, and various beeps and buzzes of machines and doors carried down the hallways from various parts of the hospital.
He quickly turned to the bathroom and opened, shut then locked the door with him inside.
Staff that had scrambled to catch him or at least approach him were dumbfounded and extremely unsettled. After about three minutes, the bathroom door opened for just a second, and a pile of neatly folded clothing including one red button down oxford, a black jacket and trousers, a black leather belt, two shiny black shoes and a pair of red silk patternedboxers dropped to the floor.
A wallet was atop the pile.

Then Ronaldo once again secured the lock.
He sat with his bare buttocks on the cool tile, back against the door.
He had kept his socks. Good. He might need those socks.

 

[The Phantom]

This is something I started writing and have played with; I plan on expanding it [obviously]. I have more written but nothing else coherent enough at this point to share. I do think the language is a bit too loose and not uniform enough, so I am going to work on that. It's a character that I continue to think about and turn about in my head.

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As he sat there, Ronaldo could feel that something was about to “go down”, but he could not intuit what it might be or how it might happen. He could however, feel a dust storm forming. It began in his belly and slowly built outwards, impeding his sight, his hearing, his touch and smell, even sense of taste. He felt the dryness of it creep up his throat and into his mouth. His nose felt dry- amost like it wa a cold burn.
Until this point he had been quietly and calmly [well, seemingly calmly] sitting and waiting. The waiting was always a bit painful, but if you reminded yourself that it was going to happen before you even got there, the pain was dulled.
Really he was fine until the cheerleader with the eye came in. She had a heavy bandage over her eye and they were trying to run her in without having her trip over anyone or anything. It looked like under the bandage she was probably crying blood.
That’s when the storm started creeping in. The shakes started becoming visible again.
Ronaldo stood up, took a non-chalant look over the waiting room and slowly began to walk to the other side, toward one of the restrooms for families.
He made it about three or four steps, when a National Geographic ad for “Wild Cats Week” came on the waiting room television. This caught his attention. In his mind’s tempest, this made foran appropriate prompt.



Ronaldo licked his lips, suddenly yelled out like a banchee, “AAAIEEEEEYAAAAA!!!!” and made for the bathroom as fast as possible, attempting to leap over one of the small tables in the waiting room. Instead, he sort of stumbled and fell into a tuck and roll. He stopped close to the bathroom door, stood up and froze for a moment. The waiting room was almost silent with the exception of a couple infants, the ticking of the clock, and various beeps and buzzes of machines and doors carried down the hallways from various parts of the hospital.
He quickly turned to the bathroom and opened, shut then locked the door with him inside.
Staff that had scrambled to catch him or at least approach him were dumbfounded and extremely unsettled. After about three minutes, the bathroom door opened for just a second, and a pile of neatly folded clothing including one red button down oxford, a black jacket and trousers, a black leather belt, two shiny black shoes and a pair of red silk patternedboxers dropped to the floor.
A wallet was atop the pile.

Then Ronaldo once again secured the lock.
He sat with his bare buttocks on the cool tile, back against the door.
He had kept his socks. Good. He might need those socks.

I too have the problem of having a concept but when it comes to writing it doesn't make sense to anyone other than the author. A lot of my drafts are trying to advance the plot while the writing is not cleaned-up either. Probably one of the main reasons I restart my drafts so much.
Anyway, thank you for sharing! That was very unusual I must say, but in the good way of course. If you wish, I would love to be updated on any significant progress or any turning points in this work. I think your concept is quite interesting. Again, thanks.

 

[Epicurean Pariah]

This is something I started writing and have played with; I plan on expanding it [obviously]. I have more written but nothing else coherent enough at this point to share. I do think the language is a bit too loose and not uniform enough, so I am going to work on that. It's a character that I continue to think about and turn about in my head.

-------

As he sat there, Ronaldo could feel that something was about to “go down”, but he could not intuit what it might be or how it might happen. He could however, feel a dust storm forming. It began in his belly and slowly built outwards, impeding his sight, his hearing, his touch and smell, even sense of taste. He felt the dryness of it creep up his throat and into his mouth. His nose felt dry- amost like it wa a cold burn.
Until this point he had been quietly and calmly [well, seemingly calmly] sitting and waiting. The waiting was always a bit painful, but if you reminded yourself that it was going to happen before you even got there, the pain was dulled.
Really he was fine until the cheerleader with the eye came in. She had a heavy bandage over her eye and they were trying to run her in without having her trip over anyone or anything. It looked like under the bandage she was probably crying blood.
That’s when the storm started creeping in. The shakes started becoming visible again.
Ronaldo stood up, took a non-chalant look over the waiting room and slowly began to walk to the other side, toward one of the restrooms for families.
He made it about three or four steps, when a National Geographic ad for “Wild Cats Week” came on the waiting room television. This caught his attention. In his mind’s tempest, this made foran appropriate prompt.



Ronaldo licked his lips, suddenly yelled out like a banchee, “AAAIEEEEEYAAAAA!!!!” and made for the bathroom as fast as possible, attempting to leap over one of the small tables in the waiting room. Instead, he sort of stumbled and fell into a tuck and roll. He stopped close to the bathroom door, stood up and froze for a moment. The waiting room was almost silent with the exception of a couple infants, the ticking of the clock, and various beeps and buzzes of machines and doors carried down the hallways from various parts of the hospital.
He quickly turned to the bathroom and opened, shut then locked the door with him inside.
Staff that had scrambled to catch him or at least approach him were dumbfounded and extremely unsettled. After about three minutes, the bathroom door opened for just a second, and a pile of neatly folded clothing including one red button down oxford, a black jacket and trousers, a black leather belt, two shiny black shoes and a pair of red silk patternedboxers dropped to the floor.
A wallet was atop the pile.

Then Ronaldo once again secured the lock.
He sat with his bare buttocks on the cool tile, back against the door.
He had kept his socks. Good. He might need those socks.

SoL, that was wry with a bit of twist.
Long ago I wrote a bit. Some of my stories might be ok. How would I know. Anyway I would encourage you and others to try a format, called sudden fiction. A story in 300 words or less. The goal is short, concise and entertaining. I am not sure of my word count in this story.

 

[The Phantom]

SoL, that was wry with a bit of twist.
Long ago I wrote a bit. Some of my stories might be ok. How would I know. Anyway I would encourage you and others to try a format, called sudden fiction. A story in 300 words or less. The goal is short, concise and entertaining. I am not sure of my word count in this story.

Sudden fiction... interesting idea. I think I'll give it a go. Is is usually more of a suspenseful kind of story, or is it any genre? I should definitely try it out, since I often tend to write excessive. I've had to shorten my essays and fictional works for school by a lot, because a lot of them are a work count of 1000 words, which I tend to go over. Writing a captivating and entertaining story in under 200 words would be a good challenge.

 

[tree]

So, is 'sudden fiction' the same as "Flash Fiction"?
Flash fiction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Flash What? A Quick Look at Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction I have heard of.
Sudden, I have not.

 

[The Phantom]

So, is 'sudden fiction' the same as "Flash Fiction"?
Flash fiction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Flash What? A Quick Look at Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction I have heard of.
Sudden, I have not.

It probably is. Considering lot of genres or writing and literature have several different names. Like saying the word popsicle in conversation and someone asking you what it is, even though it seems to obvious, and then when you explain they say, "Oh, you mean ____?" In my case someone called it an Ice Lolly. I guess it does make more sense than popsicle lol.

 

[Epicurean Pariah]

Sudden fiction... interesting idea. I think I'll give it a go. Is is usually more of a suspenseful kind of story, or is it any genre? I should definitely try it out, since I often tend to write excessive. I've had to shorten my essays and fictional works for school by a lot, because a lot of them are a work count of 1000 words, which I tend to go over. Writing a captivating and entertaining story in under 200 words would be a good challenge.

Phantom. Let's agree "300 words or less"is how I remember the rules. I am sure I could go downstairs to the library and find out but later. No other rules but there are some tricks. For example if the characters are well known, character development is kept to a minimum. Experiment and post.

 

[Epicurean Pariah]

So, is 'sudden fiction' the same as "Flash Fiction"?
Flash fiction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Flash What? A Quick Look at Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction I have heard of.
Sudden, I have not.

tree, I think so. I remember 300 words or less and little else. To me 1000 words is too verbose not to mention easy. Let's agree to 300 "perfect" words. What do you say?

 

[The Phantom]

Phantom. Let's agree "300 words or less"is how I remember the rules. I am sure I could go downstairs to the library and find out but later. No other rules but there are some tricks. For example if the characters are well known, character development is kept to a minimum. Experiment and post.

Yeah, I think 300 words or less is about it. I saw the link Tree provided about 'Flash Fiction' (which I think is the same thing) and it said that there aren't really any specific rules. I just wondered if it was a horror/thriller type since you need to fit an entire arc (at least an incredibly basic one) and usually those are the best to pack a punch in a short amount. Also because like you said, character development is kept to a minimum, and usually you can get away this more basic characters in comparison to an engaging story (when it's short, of course.) However, I'm glad there isn't anything specific, since my writing is a hybrid of a bunch of weird genres haha. I'll post once I've got something of substance.

 

[SignOfLazarus]

I tend to write fiction based on my life- the story I wrote above is probably the "farthest" from my experience I've written recently... and it still contains elements I am familiar with in my life.

So I tend to take short conversations and fictionalize them. Or events and add what i think to be interesting narrative and develop the situation.

Realistic fiction? Fictionalized personal narratives?
No idea.

i thought of a bunch of stuff for the three hundred word thing, but most fall somewhere in these descriptions.

 

[The Phantom]

I tend to write fiction based on my life- the story I wrote above is probably the "farthest" from my experience I've written recently... and it still contains elements I am familiar with in my life.

So I tend to take short conversations and fictionalize them. Or events and add what i think to be interesting narrative and develop the situation.

Realistic fiction? Fictionalized personal narratives?
No idea.

i thought of a bunch of stuff for the three hundred word thing, but most fall somewhere in these descriptions.

I'm also someone who fictionalizes personal experiences. I do that a lot. one of my current novels features a character who is a not-so-subtle literary version of myself, with changes due to the story and setting of course. But I take a lot of events that have happened and create a similar feeling or scenario in my writing. It's almost like a diary (well I am a teen girl anyway lol). I would hope it's at least a more sophisticated version haha. I also tend to create characters around people I know, even if I know barley anything about them. I know it would be considered borderline obsessive, but whatever, it's "art" anyway right? But the point is, I use so much from real life in my writing if I became a well known published author I'd be considered the Taylor Swift of Literature LOL.

 

[Epicurean Pariah]

Yeah, I think 300 words or less is about it. I saw the link Tree provided about 'Flash Fiction' (which I think is the same thing) and it said that there aren't really any specific rules. I just wondered if it was a horror/thriller type since you need to fit an entire arc (at least an incredibly basic one) and usually those are the best to pack a punch in a short amount. Also because like you said, character development is kept to a minimum, and usually you can get away this more basic characters in comparison to an engaging story (when it's short, of course.) However, I'm glad there isn't anything specific, since my writing is a hybrid of a bunch of weird genres haha. I'll post once I've got something of substance.

The Phantom, any genre, few rules, just the very best you can create out of nothing, perfect.

 

[Epicurean Pariah]

I'm also someone who fictionalizes personal experiences. I do that a lot. one of my current novels features a character who is a not-so-subtle literary version of myself, with changes due to the story and setting of course. But I take a lot of events that have happened and create a similar feeling or scenario in my writing. It's almost like a diary (well I am a teen girl anyway lol). I would hope it's at least a more sophisticated version haha. I also tend to create characters around people I know, even if I know barley anything about them. I know it would be considered borderline obsessive, but whatever, it's "art" anyway right? But the point is, I use so much from real life in my writing if I became a well known published author I'd be considered the Taylor Swift Literature of LOL.

You have control, it is your story. The rules are easy. Give us your best shot. You just create, what could be easier?
Go ahead, what is the worst that could happen, we are a kind and gracious community of eclectic eccentrics and you are safe here with us, I expect.

 

[tree]

 

[hiraeth]

I'm not that great at writing fictional stories, since the whole character building and designing personalities / motivations / intentions is just as challenging for me in a blank-slate world as it is in the real world.

But I write free-form prose sometimes, and poetry.

 

[The Phantom]

I'm not that great at writing fictional stories, since the whole character building and designing personalities / motivations / intentions is just as challenging for me in a blank-slate world as it is in the real world.

But I write free-form prose sometimes, and poetry.

I agree, I struggle on character building a lot, especially when it's there is no real-life inspiration.

But thank you for sharing, I enjoyed what you wrote, I found both pieces interesting and thought-provoking (please excuse if my compliment sounds ingenuine, I am very bad at expressing my feelings thought words haha. Ironic that writing is a hobby of mine lol.)