#wordweavers 11/11
It was a simple cafe, advertising carefully sourced ingredients. The interior was dim with lots of wood. Brown was the word that came to mind viewing it. The shadowy brown of an ancient haunted grove. Faces with masks under their chins floated in dark liminal spaces. The smell of food gave a sense of warmth the decor failed to lend the place.
#writerscoffeeclub 2025-09-20 How might your work be seen as a criticism of the present moment?
Arisu, Girlfriend, KonbiniIdol: Homophobia and Transphobia intrude periodically.
Return to the Fate Gear: The ship's mission is to tear down God portrayed as a patriarchal, dogmatic, monothistic tyrant.
Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:
Emily continued. “I used to believe that at least they were at peace. The guns are silent, and treaties are inked. I thought, ‘We’re done with war, and they can rest.’ But here we are, ghosts. You’re from the future, singing another sad song about the needless dying. The guns don’t stay silent long, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” I said. “Nor the sound of jackboots. ‘Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down.’ That’s from another song—the fascist rabbits scare me.”
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Music And Song Courtesy: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
#NMWCC #Prompts #TimeTravelingGhost #Political #AntiWar #60sMusic #throwbackthursday
You ever have one of those spells where you can't get your #OC s on model to save your own beans?
That's me these past few weeks, during which time I've made little progress on this #comicart.
I've had to start drawing over the first attempt today. This image was saved about a week ago.
In spite of Dr. Marley being my first recent attempt to draw a horse, at least *he* turned out pretty well.
#roughdraft #anthrohorse #ghosthorse #anthrodog #anthrosheep #furryart #furrycomic #furrycomicart
#PennedPossibilities 751 — Check-In: Share a snippet you’ve written recently that you’re proud of.
From a future serial still in the rough draft stage.
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...a statement Arisu had made on the way here returned to her: “I’ve even forgiven Touko-chan’s poor taste in rejecting you.”
“It’s ironic… you hated me for not returning Sayaka-san’s feelings, and hated Haru because she might.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, Touko regretted it. It was rather an oblique way of answering the question, and one was likely to antagonize Arisu.
Arisu must have missed the full meaning of the statement. Instead of rising to the bait, she pressed Touko with a difficult but reasonable question. One that sounded less like a challenge and more like a genuine question. “Well, what would you do if you thought someone was going to steal Yuu-san away from you?”
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Release the rough draft. You grow when you put out work that is good enough for now.
#Perfectionism #RoughDraft #GetFeedback #CreativeProcess (4/4)
#ScribesAndMakers 31 yellow
#WritersCoffeeClub 28. How do you write sensory experiences that fall beyond the usual five? Give an example. (Kinetic, UV, emotive, and demonic hunger)
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The human emotions helped me refocus, and I looked out. At first, all I saw was a blur of sand #yellow, but then streaks of motion. Three gecko soldiers were running, and then they were gone. Some monstrous, unearthly purple thing swallowed them. A violet cloud floated up from where the geckos had been. My eyes locked onto it. “Warm. Good.” A hunger I had no name for eased.
Then the violet haze vanished. “More.”
My eyes — eyes of the frog — followed the shapeless monster as it swooped across the yellow toward…
“Tsuchigumo, youkai purse spider,” I supplied a name. The frog had no names for these things, only fear and joy. The latter surged as the formless purple thing swallowed the Tsuchigumo. “Good, More, Good,” and feed the violet hunger.
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I posted a #roughdraft of this #story earlier, but took it down because i didn't like it. I've edited it a bit and hope people like the new version. I also fixed the background image so it would be easier to read. #Writing #fiction can sometimes be a pain in the backside for us #writers.
Enjoy.
#WritersCoffeeClub 2 July. Where did your last idea come? Part 2.
The rabbit got cut.
But <snip #WIP #RoughDraft>
Finally, a couple arguing caught my attention. On second glance, the argument seemed one-sided. A woman in a white linen dress addressed her twin sister, seated at one of the tables. In a shrill, New York-accented voice, she was saying, “You need to listen to me. Please, it’s important. You’re going to die.”
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Tonight's office is with extra books coffee and beer. Latin music, beer, coffee and more books! #RoughDraft #kingstonny #LiveMusic
#WordWeavers 27. What small precious memento does a character keep on their person? What makes it precious? Part 3
And into my WIP.
<snip> #WIP #RoughDraft
Shiomi: If I’d had money, I might have stopped to buy Ume a token of my love. I saw a marvelous silver ring with a red stone that I would have loved to buy for her. I bet she would never take it off. That was a romantic thought.
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I remember there was a prompt about do current events over shape what you write. And today, I realized the emotions behind this passage in my #WIP was inspired by it.
<Snip> #RoughDraft
Even in the face of impending disaster, one keeps living life as usual. You close your eyes and hope you will escape it. Only I didn’t think I would elude fate. Alternately, one scurries about looking for an out. But in the face of dragons and emperors, there is no exit. That doesn’t stop one from trying, and a few days later, one of the sacrificial doves visited me, Yuè Dié, a popular young courtesan. Moon Butterfly, a name she deserved: small, delicate, a graceful dancer, with a soft melodic voice.
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I've never shared most of the #stories I've written in my life. Endless stacks of paper and composition books I've never shared.
I am always scared to, and I am trying to get past that. So I typed up one of my drafts and posted it here.
It's not finished, and I will add more to it with time. Just another endless project.
I am just #writing for fun, and it's #horror inspired by The Road.
#writingcommunity #roughdrafts #roughdraft
Nothing Left but Memories
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/horror/1405377?utm_source=shared_ios
#WordWeavers 7. What were the smells in the last scene you wrote? 2/2
From WIP "The Little Match Girl,"
The innkeeper might disapprove of my bringing in a frozen waif, but he arrived with my desires promptly and the room was soon warm and full of the smell of drying wool, fresh bread, and a thick mutton stew.
#FridayKiss "Gold"
#RoughDraft from one of my upcoming #ブックサンタ2024 (PIXIV Charity Santa).
Kitsune are such mischievous devils. At least Maiyoi-chan is.
#wordweavers #Writing 11. What emotions did your character experience in the last scene you wrote?
Terror
I felt my sanity slipping as I staggered toward the far end of the cabin. I wish I could say I was seeking another exit, but it was blind fear that motivated me. The dreadful laughter and evil chant drained my energy and sanity, leaving me stuck, unable to move. The foul smell physically choked me.
Working on ‼️ New Scripts ‼️ for the next two animated story time videos. I also have a script for the opening animation of my original animated series, The Breadcrumb Diaries. I want to thank my followers for sticking with me while I make this journey. Now I don't feel alone 😚
#Script #ScriptWriting #Art #AnimationScript #Animation #draft #rough #roughdraft #NewScript #Progress #Writing #writinglife #writingcommunity #Writer #writers #Original #WritingScript #New #Story #StoryTime #Journey
#writerscoffeeclub #Writing 5. Share a snippet of what you've most recently written.
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“Lets’s see if can force our way through the woods,” I said as I approached the forest. The branches intertwined like a shifting, chaotic basket. A wind moved through it seeming to whisper. Ma… ga… ga… mi... I remembered Ume’s stories about cursed truths and blocked it out as best I could. I was about to grab a branch when Kan-chan pulled on my arm.
“We don’t have time! Come on! The Lake!” Kan-chan yelled.
I followed Kan-chan’s gaze where arms were rising from the center of the lake. It was the most terrifying thing to happen to me since the Red Door. I stood frozen as the arms moved toward the shore and heads emerged. The wind whispered Ma… ga… ma… gi… sama.
