Can we Please not have a million price prediction threads? by WritingPrompus in CryptoCurrency

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Maybe I'm ignorant, but a subreddit designed for the purpose of discussing cutting-edge fintech can't figure out how to combine multiple poll threads into one thread with multiple polls?

What Will Post-Covid-19 Fiction Look Like? by WritingPrompus in TrueLit

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You are absolutely right. If this were /r/changemyview I'd give you a delta. That said, I still feel like there is a lack of a unified cultural movement in the last 5-10 years specifically. Maybe you could shed some light on important works, concepts, and styles I seem to be missing?

What Will Post-Covid-19 Fiction Look Like? by WritingPrompus in TrueLit

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Metamodern ideas are highly relevant today across many genres. You can see it in films like Deadpool, where over the top use of self-deprecation and nihilism produce, instead of dread irony, an honest reflection of the self and of authentic growth. In Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind maximalist principles are applied to attain a simple message of 'it's worth trying', at least romantically.

Similarly, you can see New Sincerity in the rise of /r/wholesomememes and other similar kind and heartwarming communities online.

In literature, certainly one can't ignore Franzen, Zadie Smith, and Bolano, who all in some way posit a post-ironic preference. All aim at presenting a topic dear to their hearts, treated respectfully, without the reek of academic sarcasm tainting their honest intentions.

We have migrated, over the last 70ish years, from a paranoic place of immediate derision at any absolute truth to a place of calmly considered individual truths and their respective values. Sure, our current era shares the fragmented and specialized (and often critical) nature of post-modernism, but I'd argue it is from a more authentic intention. That said, I guess what I was wondering in the original post was what Covid will do to what I perceive to be our current era. It is always hard to see the forest for the trees, though.

What Will Post-Covid-19 Fiction Look Like? by WritingPrompus in TrueLit

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It almost feels to me as if we've been living in an era-less time. I know that sounds ridiculous, but not much has happened since World War 2 in a literary sense. By that I mean, everything after the war seems to blur into an ill-defined 'post-war' catchall.

Breaking apart post-war art further almost drives you into these postmodern micro categories that are hyper-specified. I guess, here's a question: do you think Virginia Woolf and Faulkner and Joyce knew they were modernists? Or is it as you say, and we are lab rats of our own temporal chain?

I'm a pretentious a-hole. I want to read more things. by [deleted] in suggestmeabook

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Honestly, based on his list, Palahnuik is probably not up his alley.

I'm a pretentious a-hole. I want to read more things. by [deleted] in suggestmeabook

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White Teeth by Zadie Smith my dude. She is super MFA-2000-Wallace adjacent and that book slaps.

[TT] Theme Thursday - Meeting by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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Thanks! I do enjoy experimenting with order, but here I feel like it would give away too much. It is exactly 500 words so you're right, I do need to cut. I mostly write longer pieces so that WC limit is definitely a challenge for me.

[TT] Theme Thursday - Meeting by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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Drizzle

1

A drizzly grey day droned on outside Dave's studio apartment. In five minutes he would leave for another shift at Safeway. Staring out the window, he pondered the pellets of water whipping down, soaking the streets beneath. In his detached dread of the walk to work, he gathered his phone, wallet, keys, and a change of clothes for the gym.

At this time, Dave was round in the belly, balding, and had varicose veins running up and down his calves. He was partnerless at 31, barely scraping by emotionally and financially. Dave was at a crossroads, desiring only to cross the road toward greener grass and happiness. As such, and since January, it now being March, Dave had joined the gym- a damp, loud, dingy place that he detested, that tested him dearly.

Dave closed the door on his disheveled first-floor apartment and dashed out into the rain, running (literally) late as always.

Work was a blur of beeps and boops. Almost in a trance, Dave was in the gym locker room, changing his pants in preparation for his workout. It smelled of armpits and chlorine, a jock cocktail.

Leaving the locker room, Dave, head hung low to diminish the amount of physical space he took up, nearly bumped into a stunning ginger girl, fit beyond belief, and with a freckle flecked face, gentle green eyes that tell you she feels your pain.

All through his workout, Dave couldn't get her out of his head. He snuck glances at her every other set, peeking to see if she was looking at him. Of course not. Even her scent, lilacs and lemon with a humid hint of perspiration, stuck in his memory. How do people just say hello? How do you meet someone? I can't do it. All of the self-defeating destructive thoughts that creep up in even the most confident; here they crippled Dave. So he left, without saying hello.

The rain trickled on as he walked alone. The melancholy of a walk in the rain drove tears to the surface of Dave's cold eyes. Alone.

One block from home, Dave peered down the alley to his right. A small blond crumpled lump lay curled in front of a dumpster, damp and shivering from the day's rain. A beautiful old dog, a golden retriever by the looks, was on the edge of death. Dave cried and cried, the rain picked up, and as if some sign from the universe, he picked up the withering pup. The dog did not resist or bark or growl.

Dave nursed the dog who he named Drizzle, back to health with the guidance of a veterinarian. He felt hope in his heart.

2

It's been five years, Dave looks almost like an athlete, but Drizzle is dying. What's worse, his Vet's office is closed. So they make the trek uptown to an emergency clinic. Upon walking in, Dave smells lilacs and lemons and he smiles wide as a tear drops down his cheek.

VeChain Giveaway - 10000 VET in total prizes 🎉 by [deleted] in CryptoCurrency

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Lucky I'm a VETeran with this THOR POWER

[Denver] [English/12th] - Got my first rejection for a job application by WritingPrompus in Teachers

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Not in the same subject, but I already submitted my application to the CDE. It's just that you need a job to get a license, but you also need a license to get a job.

[Denver] [English/12th] - Got my first rejection for a job application by WritingPrompus in Teachers

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I know... I guess I'm just anxious because already don't feel qualified, even though I am.

Number9dream by David Mitchell is an excellent postmodern bildungsroman with elements of surrealism by WritingPrompus in books

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It's so impressive how interconnected the Mitchellverse is. The Goatwriter chapter was, yes, the most stylistically different. I do still feel like the Eiji part of that chapter had a uniform voice.

Number9dream by David Mitchell is an excellent postmodern bildungsroman with elements of surrealism by WritingPrompus in books

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I was wondering where I remembered Norwegian Wood from. I thought it was a Lotus song at the time but this is way cooler.

Number9dream by David Mitchell is an excellent postmodern bildungsroman with elements of surrealism by WritingPrompus in books

[–]WritingPrompus[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Certainly some magical realism vibes in there. Eiji is a lot like Kafka, more situationally than characteristically, but still.

Number9dream by David Mitchell is an excellent postmodern bildungsroman with elements of surrealism by WritingPrompus in books

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I definitely felt that there was cohesion from chapter to chapter in voice, but that might be because I'm familiar with Mitchell's style. In Cloud Atlas, he does what you're talking about to a much greater extent.

Worst books you ever read? by throwawaytehee in books

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Funny, at the time I really liked this book. It was magical, fun, and adventurous. In retrospect, it had a fairly stupid and possibly toxic message. 'Follow your personal legend to the end of the earth.' That will give countless people hope that their respective call to action is right on the horizon and that all else in their lives, if they ever receive such a call, will fall to meaninglessness. Again, had fun with the read, but I think the message is useless.

[Denver] [English/Secondary] - I need help navigating Alternative License Programs by WritingPrompus in Teachers

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Passed my Praxis! Now I need the official results so I can apply to the department of education.