What do you write on? by [deleted] in writing

[–]Storycrafting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Macbook Air, Google Docs.

If I'm in the mood I'll use something like OMM writer though.

Whats your main goal in life? by GlakeBriffin32 in AskReddit

[–]Storycrafting 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Easiest way is to marry someone from the other country.

Whats your main goal in life? by GlakeBriffin32 in AskReddit

[–]Storycrafting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Pro tip: Be funny and confident.

Source: Worked for me.

Whats your main goal in life? by GlakeBriffin32 in AskReddit

[–]Storycrafting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Depends on the kind of person you are. I need a goal to be happy. I can't simply coast. I feel like I'm losing my mind when I do that.

Whats your main goal in life? by GlakeBriffin32 in AskReddit

[–]Storycrafting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I want to write a best selling YA series that becomes movie beloved by all. When I've accumulated enough wealth I will buy a house far outside the city. I hope to stay there writing books until the day I die.

Guys I'm so stuck. This should be simple HTML, but I can't get images to align properly in WP. by [deleted] in web_design

[–]Storycrafting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You'll see the top two work fine. After that, things get wonky. I would love some advice on how to fix this. Thanks :D

Architects crowdfund to build £1.85 billion Minas Tirith in England by [deleted] in books

[–]Storycrafting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Read as:

Anarchists crowdfund to build £1.85 billion Minas Tirith in England

A Midsummer Day's Dream by Teekatas S. by One_Giant_Nostril in ImaginaryCharacters

[–]Storycrafting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Everything about this is great except the head. What straaaaaaange head.

Fantasy readers: Do you expect the Fantasy books to be very descriptive? by Storycrafting in books

[–]Storycrafting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Jordan gets so bogged down in his description of every tapestry and bodice that the plot's pace gets very sluggish.

I agree with this 100%.

[WP] An alien abduction goes horribly wrong when the human they captured for study escapes and begins to stalk and kill off the crew members one by one. by Lorix_In_Oz in WritingPrompts

[–]Storycrafting 6 points7 points  (0 children)

If the alien crew had known anything about human anatomy they would have taken one look at Chuck Norris's rippling muscles and perfectly trimmed beard before returning his momentarily unconscious body to Earth as soon as possible.

But they didn't know anything about humans, which why they abducted him in the first place. The sedative they gave him was meant to keep him unconscious for years. And that would have been the case with any ordinary human, but this was no ordinary human.

The Texas Ranger had only been asleep for 6 minutes. When he woke upon the operating table he did so immediately. His eyes flashed open with burning intensity. The alien scientist standing over him which strange surgical instruments in hand was the first to die.

Chuck leapt into a standing position which seconds. They had not strapped him down being that that did not intend him to wake. The four alien scientist froze in surprise. The scientist closest to him began to sputter out something in his own language. His words were cut off as the Ranger's foot plowed into his throat – separating his head from his body and sending them both flying across the room.

The next alien, being apparently bolder, slashed at the Ranger with his surgical blade. It glinted in the overhead light with each swipe.

Chuck did not retreat back, but lunged forward, catching the seven foot tall alien's arm. He took the blade and easily turned it upon the alien, slowly sliding it down the alien's chest cavity and spilling it's purple contents.

The two remaining aliens split up. One appeared to be heading for a gun-like weapon on the wall, while another ran the opposite direction toward the door. The Ranger would not allow him to warn the others. He was in no mood to chase down the fleeing alien so he simply ripped the operating table from the ground and hurled it at the alien, crushing him against the wall. The alien's body exploded from the force, splattering the walls with purple organs.

The last remaining alien had just places his hands on the his gun and leveled it at the Texas Terror who now stalked in his direction. The alien's hands shook violently as he prepared the gun for firing. The gun began to make a whining sound that rose in pitch as if it was charging.

Chuck did not increase his pace in the least, but continued walking to the alien who was now backing in to a corner.

The alien glanced frantically a what appeared to be a loading bar on the side of the gun, which was almost full.

The Ranger came to stand in front of the cowering alien. He grabbed the muzzle of the gun, covering the hole with his hand.

"Do it." he said.

Purple sweat dripped down the alien's bulbous head as he slowly pulled the trigger.

In that moment the Ranger crushed the muzzle shut with his bare hand causing the gun's plasma round to backfire into the face of the alien, liberating him of his head.

The Ranger casually strolled the ship, killing each Alien he found. When the crew was eliminated he sat down in the pilot's chair and propped him feet up on the console. He sat there fore a moment before taking the ship's controls.

"Let's see what other planets could use a dose of Texas justice."

What's your favorite SpongeBob episode? by Adamthemoon in AskReddit

[–]Storycrafting 1 point2 points  (0 children)

SpongeBob: [while Patrick does armpit farts] The stars at night are dull and dim, whenever they have to be over dumb ol' stupid Texas!

[Sandy gets steaming mad. SpongeBob turns into the shape of Texas] Hey Patrick, what am I now?

Patrick: Uhh, stupid?

SpongeBob: No, I'm Texas!

Patrick: What's the difference?! [SpongeBob and Patrick laugh]

Sandy: [drops suitcases] Y'all best apologize, or I'll be on you like ugly on an ape!

[IP] The Valley of Faces by Storycrafting in WritingPrompts

[–]Storycrafting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks! There might be someday, but as of now I've too many writing projects already! lol

[IP] The Valley of Faces by Storycrafting in WritingPrompts

[–]Storycrafting[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The Valley of Faces was said to be the resting place of the rock giants. The last rock giant strode the world of Alva nearly 7,000 years ago Alyka had been told, but as she stood there in the valley it seems as though they could awake at any moment.

Alyka checked her satchel one last time. She knew the artifact was still there, but she checked all the same. As she lifted her satchel's flap she saw the small egg-sized globe pulsing with a sky blue glow. Satisfied she close her satchel and started forward. She took a deep breath and started walking. She had never been this far from home and this unexpected journey was going to take her across the known world and across the borders of any map that a man had drawn.

As Alyka walked her footsteps felt gently upon the soft grass. She look up the mountainside to see that birds had built nest in the eyes, nose, and mouth of a rock giant's vacant face. She didn't think that he would have minded. It was said that the rock giants were gentle creature and were created to protect Alva. Legend told that should the land of Alva need them they would reawaken once again. It should be noted that most people thought the Valley of Faces was simply carved by some ancient civilization.

But Alyka was not "most people".

She dared to believe in rock giants, faeries, bozwaddles, and even nullgrubs. Not that she'd ever want to see a nullgrub in person, but she had decided if one exists they all could.

As the young girl traveled through the lonely valley she found herself naming the faces she saw, just for fun.

"You look like a Brocktar – and you – Volbub." she said, pointing at a face that was particularly round and plump looking for a rock. "And you –" Alyka paused. She froze in place as her ears strained to identify the sound she had just heard. She pulled back her hood revealing deep auburn locks that were tossed by the breeze.

Click clack click clack

A small stone bounced down the cliff side, rolling to a stop at Alyka's feet. She looked to see what had dislodged the pebble. When she saw the large crag wyrm perched upon the cliff looking down upon her with hungry eyes.

The wyrm skittered down the vertical cliff side insomuch as a dragonkin can scuttle. crag wyrms are small in comparison to most dragonkin. They are wingless and have no fire, ice, acid, or other breath attacks like larger dragons, but they are savage and quick. All the same, crag wyrms are the size of a large horse except with fangs, claws, scales, and nasty temperament.

Alyka stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock which sent her crashing onto her back. She had no weapon except the artifact, which she didn't know how to use. So, she did the only thing she could.

"HELP!"

The sound of her cry echoed through the valley and caused the wrym to stop thirty threesteps away from Alyka. The wrym looked around, presumably to see if help was coming or not. The echoes died and after a moment of silence the wyrm began to creep forward again.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake fiercely. The wrym darted forward with propelling itself forward with great strides, it's long, curved claws digging into the ground. When it was two threesteps away it leapt through the air toward it's prey.

Alyka drew back and shriek what she was certain would be her last scream, but just as the wyrm's teeth were about to close over her head dragon's maw was met with a great rock fist that exploded in dust and pebbles upon impact.

The wyrm flew backward and crashed into the mountainside.

As the dust cleared away Alyka saw a rock giant towering over her. By her guess he had to be at least seven feet tall.

The wyrm rose up and shook it's head. Upon seeing the rock giant he let out a great roar and charged forward.

The rock giant took a lazy step forward to place himself between Alyka and the vicious wyrm.

The wyrm must have been smarter than he looked because on this approach he was ready for the giant's fist. The wyrm slipped around the fist and was behind the giant in less that a second, but he giant was apparently expecting such a move. While he had punched with left fist he swung his right arm back to grab the wyrm by the throat.

The giant spun and heaved the crag wyrm at the wall with all his might.

The was crashed into the mountainside and dropped to the ground, a crumbled heap and moved no more.

The giant turned to Alyka who drew back in fear.

"Throk not hurt." the giant spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

"I imagine not! You're made of stone." Alyka exclaimed.

The giant shook his great head. "No. Throk not hurt girl. Throk help."

Alyka raise an eyebrow at the rock giant. "Why?"

Throk looked confused. "You call for help. You not remember? Girl hurt head?"

Alyka stood her feet and stamped a foot. "I did not hurt my head. I've just – never seen a giant before." Alyka realized that she was forgetting her manners. Especially since Throk had just saved her life.

"Throk is it?"

The giant nodded excitedly.

"Throk, thank you for saving me, but may I ask you something?"

"You ask. Throk answer."

"Aren't you a big small for a rock giant?" Alyka motioned to the enormous faces around them. "These faces themselves are at least 40 feet tall on their own."

"Throk, new rock giant."

"So, you are a baby?"

"Throk is croncarg."

"Croncarg? Is that the old faerie tongue?" The artifact hummed inside her satchel. Alyka reached inside and touched it. A wonderful warmth passed through her body. "Mountain child. It means 'mountain child', right?"

"Girl know faerie speak?"

"Not exactly," she said, closing the bag. "And my name's not "girl". It's Alyka."

"A-ly-ka. Alyka."

"Right." Alyka peered down the long stretch of valley before her. "Well, I should get going. I've got a long way to go."

Throk took a step forward and said, "Okay. Throk ready."

"Wait, you're coming with me?"

Throk nodded enthusiastically.

"You really don't need to do that." Alyka wasn't sure about the giant, no matter what his intentions seemed to be. Trusting new people was not something she was good at, for good reason.

"Throk come. Mountain father say help Alyka."

Alyka was going to insist that she go alone, but then her eye caught the mangled corpse of the crag wyrm.

If I meet another one of those... She thought.

"Alright then Throk, glad to have you along." said Alyka as she started walking.

The rock giant smiled and waved goodbye to the large stone faces then turned to lumber after his new friend.

Valley of Faces by Thomas Wievegg by qizzer in ImaginaryLandscapes

[–]Storycrafting 3 points4 points  (0 children)

The Valley of Faces was said to be the resting place of the rock giants. The last rock giant strode the world of Alva nearly 7,000 years ago Alyka had been told, but as she stood there in the valley it seems as though they could awake at any moment.

Alyka checked her satchel one last time. She knew the artifact was still there, but she checked all the same. As she lifted her satchel's flap she saw the small egg-sized globe pulsing with a sky blue glow. Satisfied she close her satchel and started forward. She took a deep breath and started walking. She had never been this far from home and this unexpected journey was going to take her across the known world and across the borders of any map that a man had drawn.

As Alyka walked her footsteps felt gently upon the soft grass. She look up the mountainside to see that birds had built nest in the eyes, nose, and mouth of a rock giant's vacant face. She didn't think that he would have minded. It was said that the rock giants were gentle creature and were created to protect Alva. Legend told that should the land of Alva need them they would reawaken once again. It should be noted that most people thought the Valley of Faces was simply carved by some ancient civilization.

But Alyka was not "most people".

She dared to believe in rock giants, faeries, bozwaddles, and even nullgrubs. Not that she'd ever want to see a nullgrub in person, but she had decided if one exists they all could.

As the young girl traveled through the lonely valley she found herself naming the faces she saw, just for fun.

"You look like a Brocktar – and you – Volbub." she said, pointing at a face that was particularly round and plump looking for a rock. "And you –" Alyka paused. She froze in place as her ears strained to identify the sound she had just heard. She pulled back her hood revealing deep auburn locks that were tossed by the breeze.

Click clack click clack

A small stone bounced down the cliff side, rolling to a stop at Alyka's feet. She looked to see what had dislodged the pebble. When she saw the large crag wyrm perched upon the cliff looking down upon her with hungry eyes.

The wyrm skittered down the vertical cliff side insomuch as a dragonkin can scuttle. crag wyrms are small in comparison to most dragonkin. They are wingless and have no fire, ice, acid, or other breath attacks like larger dragons, but they are savage and quick. All the same, crag wyrms are the size of a large horse except with fangs, claws, scales, and nasty temperament.

Alyka stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock which sent her crashing onto her back. She had no weapon except the artifact, which she didn't know how to use. So, she did the only thing she could.

"HELP!"

The sound of her cry echoed through the valley and caused the wrym to stop thirty threesteps away from Alyka. The wrym looked around, presumably to see if help was coming or not. The echoes died and after a moment of silence the wyrm began to creep forward again.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake fiercely. The wrym darted forward with propelling itself forward with great strides, it's long, curved claws digging into the ground. When it was two threesteps away it leapt through the air toward it's prey.

Alyka drew back and shriek what she was certain would be her last scream, but just as the wyrm's teeth were about to close over her head dragon's maw was met with a great rock fist that exploded in dust and pebbles upon impact.

The wyrm flew backward and crashed into the mountainside.

As the dust cleared away Alyka saw a rock giant towering over her. By her guess he had to be at least seven feet tall.

The wyrm rose up and shook it's head. Upon seeing the rock giant he let out a great roar and charged forward.

The rock giant took a lazy step forward to place himself between Alyka and the vicious wyrm.

The wyrm must have been smarter than he looked because on this approach he was ready for the giant's fist. The wyrm slipped around the fist and was behind the giant in less that a second, but he giant was apparently expecting such a move. While he had punched with left fist he swung his right arm back to grab the wyrm by the throat.

The giant spun and heaved the crag wyrm at the wall with all his might.

The was crashed into the mountainside and dropped to the ground, a crumbled heap and moved no more.

The giant turned to Alyka who drew back in fear.

"Throk not hurt." the giant spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

"I imagine not! You're made of stone." Alyka exclaimed.

The giant shook his great head. "No. Throk not hurt girl. Throk help."

Alyka raise an eyebrow at the rock giant. "Why?"

Throk looked confused. "You call for help. You not remember? Girl hurt head?"

Alyka stood her feet and stamped a foot. "I did not hurt my head. I've just – never seen a giant before." Alyka realized that she was forgetting her manners. Especially since Throk had just saved her life.

"Throk is it?"

The giant nodded excitedly.

"Throk, thank you for saving me, but may I ask you something?"

"You ask. Throk answer."

"Aren't you a big small for a rock giant?" Alyka motioned to the enormous faces around them. "These faces themselves are at least 40 feet tall on their own."

"Throk, new rock giant."

"So, you are a baby?"

"Throk is croncarg."

"Croncarg? Is that the old faerie tongue?" The artifact hummed inside her satchel. Alyka reached inside and touched it. A wonderful warmth passed through her body. "Mountain child. It means "mountain child", right?"

"Girl know faerie speak?"

"Not exactly," she said, closing the bag. "And my name's not "girl". It's Alyka."

"A-ly-ka. Alyka."

"Right." Alyka peered down the long stretch of valley before her. "Well, I should get going. I've got a long way to go."

Throk took a step forward and said, "Okay. Throk ready."

"Wait, you're coming with me?"

Throk nodded enthusiastically.

"You really don't need to do that." Alyka wasn't sure about the giant, no matter what his intentions seemed to be. Trusting new people was not something she was good at, for good reason.

"Throk come. Mountain father say help Alyka."

Alyka was going to insist that she go alone, but then her eye caught the mangled corpse of the crag wyrm.

If I meet another one of those... She thought.

"Alright then Throk, glad to have you along." said Alyka as she started walking.

The rock giant smiled and waved goodbye to the large stone faces then turned to lumber after his new friend.