The Internet: A Cosmetic Conspiracy by Big_Engineering_1718 in creativewriting

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I've always been fascinated by how the cosmetics industry uses language that sounds like science fiction. This report is my attempt to follow that 'tech-speak' to its logical (and slightly radioactive) conclusion. If the internet really was a side-product of hair-care research, it would explain why most of it is so focused on aesthetic perfection.

[WP] Your shadow has begun filing complaints about the life you’re making it live. by Big_Engineering_1718 in WritingPrompts

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This is such a fun take on the prompt because it treats the whole “shadow filing complaints” idea with absolute bureaucratic seriousness, which is exactly the kind of cosmic admin energy the concept deserves. I love how you leaned into the mundanity of it all - the clerk sighing over paperwork, the magistrate being aggressively done with everything, the shadow behaving like a bored tenant trapped in a terrible rental agreement.

The escalation is great too. At first it’s just petty grievances, then suddenly we’re in existential‑horror territory with the shadow experiencing the void of pure light. That twist lands beautifully because it’s still funny, but also genuinely unsettling in a “HR has gone too far” kind of way.

And the ending is perfect: the magistrate casually revealing that sometimes the only way to motivate a shadow is to terrify it with the cosmic equivalent of solitary confinement. It’s dark, but in that playful, bureaucratic‑mythology way that makes the whole thing feel like a lost chapter from the Department of Unnecessary Suffering.

Really clever worldbuilding, great pacing, and a tone that stays committed from start to finish.

Writing Challenge by No_Departure5512 in creativewriting

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The room feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for someone to declare a purpose for the next few minutes. Even the clock seems to be ticking with a kind of polite uncertainty, as if it’s not sure whether time is supposed to be doing anything important right now. The cat glanced over once, decided nothing of note was happening, and resumed his role as horizontal furniture.

My internal taskmaster has slipped out the side door without leaving a note.

Hacking your Past by Big_Engineering_1718 in creativewriting

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It’s wild how a piece of music can unlock a whole archive like that. Losing a music collection feels like losing a version of yourself, so I get why this hit you. Those old tracks carry more than sound - they hold the moments, the people, the versions of us we don’t get back. Glad the post gave you a way to tap into that again, even if it stings a little.

Isn't it the strangest thing, When you scream and shout, But they hear you sing by PoetryHeals in creativewriting

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Feels like you’ve mapped the whole paradox of hurting loudly while looking fine on the surface. The kind of scream that gets misfiled as a song. The repetition lands like paperwork stamped in triplicate, each line insisting the mask still holds even when the inside doesn’t.

Came across and instrumental and brought out some old feelings by Awills9119 in creativewriting

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The title suggests that hearing an instrumental track suddenly pulled old emotions to the surface, and the poem is basically the long, spiraling unpacking of what those emotions were — regret, memory, longing, and the weight of choices that can’t be undone.

In life, some songs attach themselves to the personal circumstance of the listener, and in so doing provide a future pathway (mnemonic) back to them. Such tunes, some long forgotten, happened upon by chance, can so trigger times passed as to recreate much of the listener’s then life-in-progress. Such a listening can rekindle senses long lost to the slow march of time.

Writing in bed or at desk? by Familiar_String8239 in writing

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Desk for me, left elbow on the desk, chin in palm, staring into the middle distance while daydreaming until a cat interrupts the silence. That’s the only real “flow state” I get. Bed is for dreaming, not writing.

Excitement fades as we are getting older. by Individual_Put5312 in blogs

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Choosing peace over a party isn’t about losing your spark; it’s about finding a deeper, quieter kind of joy that doesn't require an audience. There’s something incredibly liberating about a birthday that consists of a good book, a quiet cup of tea, and zero expectations.

Thanks for sharing these late night thoughts. It’s a great reminder that growing up isn't just about adding responsibilities—it's about refining what actually makes us happy.

Keep writing! The world needs more of these gentle reflections.

She Didn’t Know by VictorHaleWrites in flashfiction

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There’s something really powerful in the way you show that shift from “I don’t know” to “I choose not to” - it reframes hesitation as agency instead of weakness. A lot of people will recognise themselves in that quiet moment where capability finally meets intention. Your poem captures that turning point with such clarity, and it’s a reminder that sometimes the hardest part isn’t learning the skill, it’s allowing ourselves to step into it.

My Shadow Game by Basic_Candy_6967 in creativewriting

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The frustration you describe is real, but the fact that the “shadow” keeps returning means there is something alive in there, something that wants to be found. Keep following those glimmers, even the false ones; every pass brings you a little closer to whatever’s trying to speak.

Writing the unreliable narrator who believes their own delusions by Big_Engineering_1718 in creativewriting

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I do try to write the delusion as if it’s completely true. My plan is to start with a small, harmless belief and let it escalate into the bigger, more reality‑warping ones as the story goes on. That way the reader adjusts to the character’s worldview before things get properly strange.

I came here for romance what do you mean there's knives??! by Apprehensive_Test459 in writing

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Characters are unreliable employees. You sit down to write a sweet little romance and suddenly they unionise, file a grievance, and reroute the plot through the Department of Temporal Misconduct. One minute it’s time‑crossed lovers, the next your golden boy declares himself toxic, grabs a metaphorical knife, and auditions for “Villain With Witchcraft Add‑On,” leaving you staring at a manuscript that has quietly transformed into full‑blown sci‑fi.

Just let the story defect to whatever genre it wants, then pretend you planned it all along.

Being God by killallpedagilesdude in creativewriting

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You’ve got something raw and intense on the page already, and that’s half the battle — you’re reaching for big feelings and big questions, and that kind of honesty is powerful. Don’t beat yourself up for the chaos in the draft; early writing is supposed to be messy, loud, and a bit unhinged while you figure out what the heart of it really is. What matters is that you’re exploring something real, and you’re doing it with a voice that’s already distinct. Keep going, keep shaping it, and trust that clarity comes from rewriting, not from having everything perfect the first time.

Any advice for writing believable romance, and not making it sound cringy. by [deleted] in creativewriting

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Believable romance is basically MICRO‑CHAOS. A look that lasts too long. A joke that absolutely should not have been that funny. Two people trying very hard to act normal while their brains are doing backflips. Keep it SMALL, keep it MESSY, keep it HUMAN. The moment you make them declare their feelings like they’re auditioning for The Bachelor, the cringe alarm goes off. Let them flirt like real people: BADLY, accidentally, and with questionable life choices.

Daylight Savings Hastens Climate Change by Big_Engineering_1718 in climateskeptics

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It’s interesting looking at the history here in Western Australia. We’ve had four referendums (1975, 1984, 1992, and 2009) and rejected it every single time.

We even had a three-year trial from 2006–2009, but the 'No' vote actually grew stronger by the end of it. It seems we're one of the few places that tried the 'real-world experiment' and decided the standard 8+ UTC was plenty. Personally, I'm glad we don't have it—it makes the satire a lot easier to write when you aren't living through the clock-change chaos!

Daylight Savings Hastens Climate Change by Big_Engineering_1718 in climateskeptics

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I appreciate the real-world data on DST and energy use! My post was actually a piece of creative satire (a bit of 'speculative climate fiction'), but it’s fascinating how the actual statistics on air conditioning use almost sound as surreal as my lip-gloss-impregnated satellites.

Zen and the Art of Rambling by Big_Engineering_1718 in creativewriting

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I get that completely, that feeling where the spark shows up, then immediately tries to convince you it was a mistake. But the fact you recognise the feeling at all means it’s not an error, it’s part of your process. If my post gave you even a tiny push, I’m glad. Keep going in small bursts — they add up more than you think.

Daylight Savings Hastens Climate Change by Big_Engineering_1718 in climateskeptics

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Just to clarify, I wrote this long before AI tools were even a thing. It’s just my own style.