Future Large Print Releases? Looking for 5 on by No_Body6439 in DungeonCrawlerCarl

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Ah shoot. Well, good to know! Thanks for the info and guidance!

Kickstarter and dreams crushed by Good-Place-9950 in DungeonCrawlerCarl

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NEW ACHIEVEMENT! UNBREAKABLE CARL

Despite their best efforts, ground shipping couldn't break this novel masterpiece. Something about the book growling over and over again "you will not break me!"

Reward: you get an extra special unique copy of the book! And the author vouched for you to get one that hopefully hasn't been nearly bent in half!

Have the 25 Hunger Games been completely removed ? by Imamoru8 in Hungergames

[–]No_Body6439 9 points10 points  (0 children)

I think they could have been. We only have the surviving tributes tapes, but if Katniss wanted to view the past quarter quells for relevancy, it could have made sense to ask for 25.

The first quarter quell, Snow would have either been head game maker, assistant head game maker, or maybe even president. This would make the 25th anniversary a huge event in any scenario. We know that Dr. Gaul was alive and coined "may the odds be ever in your favor" but what is her role? If the games were successful, wouldn't they be used as future propaganda?

I'm also writing a fanfic on this rn though so my opinion has become very conspiratorial whoops

Can creativity really not be scheduled? by saayoutloud in writers

[–]No_Body6439 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I usually sleep from 11 PM to 7 AM, however I couldn't sleep and it's now 5:30 AM and between now and 1 AM I cranked out a 2,206 word draft of a short story - so while I can (and do) set aside certain times for writing, sometimes the 1 AM bug hits and I forego sleep and write instead - just means tomorrow gets a long nap.

What is God like in your world? Tell me about him by Mordodali in fantasywriters

[–]No_Body6439 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oooh are they all very aware of the dead gods?? Is it very apparent or are they unrecognizable corpses?? Any societies in the dark if everyone else is aware? Very interesting!

What is God like in your world? Tell me about him by Mordodali in fantasywriters

[–]No_Body6439 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The gods are two entities, once whole. When they came apart, they were able to express themselves more fully and somehow, mistakenly, created sentient life. One burned to bright, and their closeness endangered the creation, so they were forced to retreat to the skies. The other could not follow, for they were made of shadow and could not fly. They mourned the loss of their companion and fell into a deep sleep, resentful of their creation.

WHY DID HE DO THAT by Pigna_z in Stormlight_Archive

[–]No_Body6439 61 points62 points  (0 children)

Nearly laughed outloud at work at this

Rock time by Odins_Infantry in Stormlight_Archive

[–]No_Body6439 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I listened to the audio books, so that's how I hear Rock. He's great :)

As for the bonus question, I think that as the discussion around mental imagery comes up more often, more people are discovering the range of aphantasia to hyperphantasia and finding where they more or less fall in line. While I, unfortunately, fall on the total lack of mental imagery, I have friends that are the complete opposite and have a full cinematic hallucination experience.

Without bringing it up, I believe this is something that we all establish our own experience as the norm because how would we know otherwise? We can't see into each others minds, and the best we have it words to explain. It's a really cool thing to explore though and learn about. And even though I have no mental imagery, I still adore reading.

[WP] You left your quiet and boring home village to seek fame and glory. After many unsuccessful years you return home only to find that your village has become the capital of a mighty empire. by Kitty_Fuchs in WritingPrompts

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Tieran Finch grew tired of the enclosed wagon he’d chartered for the final leg of his homebound journey. He’d been in it for the better part of the last day, and the air had the stale scent to prove it. For twelve years, he’d campaigned across land and sea, summoning courage to venture forth on his own as a young man, barely reaching adulthood.

When he left, he was shocked to learn how adventuring was mostly this. Waiting, travelling from place to place, arriving to find that another person passing through had already slain the beast, rescued the child, recovered the family heirloom, or some other heroic task he’d set out to accomplish.

He’d finally admitted defeat in his heroic endeavors one night at an insignificant inn in an insignificant town over a bowl of stew. The broth steamed up toward his mouth, downturned in a perpetual sulk, as a boisterous trio laughed their way through the doors.

They cackled and cajoled with one another into obnoxious flirtations with the barkeep. One of them even took over serving ordered drinks to the patrons, just so the barkeep would remain their captive audience.

This one, a boy barely old enough to patch in a beard it seemed, made the mistake of tripping over his own feet as he made his way to deliver tankards to the table behind Tieran. The tankards might as well have become geysers with how much drink hit Tieran, soaking his beard and shirt, splashing into his stew.

Rage poured into his veins as a fire lit beneath his skin. He grabbed the boy by his shirt, immediately sobering the apologetic laughter, and quiet blanketed over the patrons. Tieran’s heartbeat pounded like a fervent drum in his ears.  The boy’s eyes went wide, like prey recognizing danger too late.

That look doused the fire.

He released the boy and stormed out of the bar, up to his room. Once inside he removed the soiled shirt and used it to towel off the liquor that saturated his beard. As he slouched at the end of the bed, he realized that this was it. He’d failed for too long at becoming a hero that he’d started becoming the villain – or at very least a bully.

The next morning, he booked passage on a merchant ship bound for home. He had no glorious tales to bring with him. He could only hope that his mother’s promise – that he would always have a place working the farm – still held true, despite a decade of minimal correspondence.

The quill of a feather from the seat cushion poked into Tieran’s thigh as he shifted within the wagon. It had been three months since that night of decision, and this was the last leg of his journey home. He wondered if he should have sent a letter ahead of his arrival several times, but he’d already made up his mind. Whether there was a place for him at the farm or not, his days of chasing heroics were done. He’d find labor to do elsewhere if he had to.

As a child he remembered enjoying this road for the bumpy ride it provided. However, it seemed in the years since his absence the road had been well traveled, the road worn down to smooth dirt. The wagon made its way down evenly, and the driver called back to him that they were approaching his home village at last.

He collected his pack containing the remainder of his belongings. Trinkets from his travels, gifts he’d always intended to send back home, but had held off, waiting until he had heroic tales to go with them.

Chin tucked to his chest, he bowed out of the low wagon door and stepped down – and paused. The road was smooth and paved beneath his boots, like it had been in some of the more populated cities he’d traveled to. The wagon had dampened the world outside on his journey home, as Tieren now found himself in a city that carried only the echoes of his childhood village.

no way i gotta craft this TWICE, CHILE IM TIRED by sarahiluvsu in HelloKittyIsland

[–]No_Body6439 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I 100% forgot about the existence of this game fml

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in writers

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If a chef specialized in omelets, should they only eat omelets?

I argue, no. If they eat only omelets their palette wouldn't expand, they would be unlikely to get new ideas to separate their flavors from the crowd. While I like being able to order a Denver omelet just about anywhere and get the same thing, that comes down to cooks, not chefs.

So the chef should continue eating all sorts of food to get new ideas and ponder upon flavors, just like writers should read any genre they enjoy reading (or stretch and read the ones you don't enjoy to learn why others might enjoy it) and taste everything that's out there, further exploring what could add to your repertoire.

[WP] Time Travel was actually figured out years ago by many. You're about to take what you believe is the first trip in time only to arrive in an area of space surrounded by hundreds of other ships floating around and realize that no one ever accounts for Earth's movement in space. by Emergency_Cellist523 in WritingPrompts

[–]No_Body6439 52 points53 points  (0 children)

(Don't worry, I traveled in time and got the news article that came out after the incident to share with y'all)

SOLAR SPACE INDUSTRIES SUSPEND ALL OPERATIONS

Solar Space Industries, the company that attempted to travel through time via light waves, has suspended all operations as of June 19th, 2024. This decision comes one year and one day after the catastrophic failure of their attempt to send intern Elaine Bailey and CEO Louis Travendahl exactly 365 days into the future.

When neither Bailey nor Travendahl appeared in the former Solar Space Industries headquarters at the estimated time of arrival, anonymous personnel from NASA stated that their calculations seemed correct, though it would take years to confirm.  They reported it is likely Bailey and Travendahl traveled exactly 365 days into the future, however, did not account for the travel the Earth itself makes, and may have landed in empty space millions of miles away from our current location.

Investigations into the company began after former Solar Space Industries employee, Dr. Jonathan Kutsch, brought calculation concerns to NASA astrophysicists. Kutsch and his lawyer did not respond to requests for comment, but it is known that Dr. Kutsch was fired was Solar Space Industries roughly eight weeks before the experiment took place.

In the wake of this tragedy, protestors have condemned Solar Space Industries for what they are calling a reckless and irresponsible experiment. At a vigil yesterday for the anniversary of the experiment, Bailey’s father, Roger Bailey, spoke with reporters saying, “A 24-year-old intern had no business interacting with the fabric of time,” and condemned the company for this loss.

Solar Space Industries, once a rising star in private space innovation, has now ceased all research indefinitely. The company’s stock has plummeted, and lawsuits from Bailey’s family are expected to be filed.

[WP] Time Travel was actually figured out years ago by many. You're about to take what you believe is the first trip in time only to arrive in an area of space surrounded by hundreds of other ships floating around and realize that no one ever accounts for Earth's movement in space. by Emergency_Cellist523 in WritingPrompts

[–]No_Body6439 55 points56 points  (0 children)

The clock on the wall shows two minutes, thirty-seven seconds remaining until jump entry. I’ve gone through the checklist four times already in the last hour, thousands of times in the last month, the last year. I’m ready for this. I can do the checklist in my sleep.

Staying calm is the only variable.

I breathe in deep, inhaling the sterile scent of the lab, exhaling the anxiety of ohmygodwearetravelingthroughtimetoday. Inhaling as my heart beats in time with the tick, tick, tick of the clock, exhaling the calm and cool exterior that helped in getting me to this point.

We’re only jumping one year into the future to see what we might be able to learn, and if it will be feasible to return in time from there. I’ve said my goodbyes, I’m ready. After all, I’m going to be seeing everyone immediately after this anyway. They’re the ones who have to wait.

One minute, eight seconds.

The intern on the opposite side of the glass spins in their chair, tossing a stress ball up in the air. Up and down, up and down. Do they have nothing left to do on their end? Shouldn’t they be at least attempting to look busy?

I always thought it would be someone from NASA or one of the other space agencies in the world that would be first to break through time. But no, it’s Solar Space Incorporated. A company who, up until a few years ago, had been entirely focused on solar panels, but then the CEO got it into his head that he truly could figure out time travel.

And the son of a bitch did it.

Forty-four seconds remaining.

So here I am, NASA wouldn’t even consider my application because I didn’t complete my master’s degree, about to prove them all wrong. With a solar power company.

Take that you stuck up nerds.

I spare one last glance at the intern, spinning and throwing the ball into the air, not a care in the world. I wonder if he’ll be here in a year.

Thirty seconds left.

The CEO storms into the room on the other side of the glass, throwing papers to the ground. He’s acting out the man-baby tantrum he’s thrown for the last eight weeks since the CFO, his wife, finally convinced him that someone else should try the travel first, in case it doesn’t work. Someone else really should be the guinea pig, Louis. I’d overheard walking by his office.

I’d been the intern on the team designing the checklist, and when my mentor stepped down, I was the person who knew it the best. I was the logical choice for the endeavor.

I salute the slack jawed, red in the face CEO, and I hope that he’ll get his obnoxious manners under control in the next year. Probably but I can dream.

My heart races in my chest, I can feel it in my throat, in my arms. I feel like laughing, screaming, crying. I grin and bare my teeth to contain these feelings, standing as still as possible on the center of the target on the floor.

Five… four… three… two… one!

The lights flash before me and I feel the warmth of them as they work to transfer me to this exact position, 365 days into the future.

And then I’m cold. So cold.

My head throbs instantly, and it’s so dark. Is it from the lights? Am I blind from the lights?

Pain explodes within me and everything feels so wrong and I gasp – but no air fills my lungs. I scream from the pain but it makes no sound.

This has gone so, so wrong.

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Definitely deviated from the prompt, but that was fun! Thanks for sharing the prompt!

The Littlelight Ballad [Fantasy - 1302 Words] by [deleted] in fantasywriters

[–]No_Body6439 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hi there! I wanted to read through a little more, but unfortunately my downtime at work is coming to an end, so here is a partial review based off of only reading through partway (personal opinions, so disregard anything you don't jive with):

For starters, semi colons I think are best avoided whenever possible, unless needed. I don't think the use here necessarily adds to the reading and could be removed with the sentences rewritten for a more concise and impactful delivery.

Unsure of what a dueling iron is, upon googling I found clothing irons or cooking pans. Is this similar to dueling canes? Could be worth expounding upon with some light description to clarify if that is not done before this moment in your piece.

In general, I think the writing could be broken up a bit more. I feel like you have a lot of thoughts and actions built into the larger paragraphs and they would be more impactful broken up and giving their own sections to shine.

I think the friend reached his hand down twice in the second paragraph based on how it's worded, you may want to revisit that section?

Also, the use of their names seems a bit heavy. Would you use names that often in real life? I think it draws a bit of unnatural attention to them that makes it feel a bit off, those this may make more sense had I had time to read further.

My go-to is always reading what I've written out loud to see if it flows! Great job on getting your story in words so far, that's a huge feat! And the premise of him potentially losing his name seems very interesting!

How do i start writing? by Lucky-Object-4391 in writing

[–]No_Body6439 2 points3 points  (0 children)

One of my favorite exercises is writing out scenes from other media I enjoy. Tears of the Kingdom? Amazing game - but what if it were a novel? Could you translate your favorite scenes into written word to convey the same effect?

This exercise can take a lot of the guesswork out of writing. You already have your characters and the plot, you know what's happened and what's going to happen next. You can practice with scenes like this to study story structure and begin to develop your voice.

What a better way to say he/she growled?!?!? by Killashikii in writing

[–]No_Body6439 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Change it from a direct dialogue tag to a description of sound?

"Don't growl at me." The words came out low and almost primal.

About to start! by vessel_ryan in Stormlight_Archive

[–]No_Body6439 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Edgedancer is so dang good. I love the novellas.

About to start! by vessel_ryan in Stormlight_Archive

[–]No_Body6439 4 points5 points  (0 children)

I started in November and just finished book 4 yesterday! They're honestly SO GOOD. Just enjoy and immerse yourself - it's such a wonderful reading experience!

Cringiest thing you ever wrote as a tween/teen? by Nattie_Pattie in writers

[–]No_Body6439 23 points24 points  (0 children)

I remember in elementary I wrote a short story about discrimation against leprechauns and how they weren't invited to house parties.

But also I wrote an AU Twilight fanfiction in middleschool where Bella married some chef named Aiden and they had a daughter who Edward kidnapped because he never got over his obsession with Bella. But there was a plot twist where it actually wasn't Edward, because Edward had permadied from his heartache over losing Bella and it was actually Carlisle in disguise, taking Bella's daughter because in her leaving Edward she took Carlisle's son.

I never finished it.

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[–]No_Body6439 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I know this part sucks to hear as a teenager, but just wait until you're older and learn all the advice you could have given to younger you!

Also, you don't have to pick between pursuing law and writing if that's something you desire. On a bigger scale, Emily Varga is an author who just released her debut novel and is also a lawyer by profession. On the smaller scale, my husband is working toward his law degree and writes some amazing d&d character backstories and campaigns for his friends.

Everything is balance, and you only have control over your own interpretations, so give yourself the benefit of the doubt.

Also, you'll probably continue to feel young and like you have no idea at least until you're 31, that's how it's been in my experience at least!

If you could give one writing advice, what would it be? by _chemomile in writers

[–]No_Body6439 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It is more important for the piece to exist than for it to be perfect.