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Gravewyck

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One cold spring night, I emerged from that mephitic crypt and beheld the light of the Worm Moon. I wandered into the shadowed alleys of literature, where the line between reality and fantasy blurs.

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Gravewyck, to random
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312 — Is your MC or SC a leader, a follower, or something in between?

Lyria, my tale’s heart, begins cloaked in disdain for the flock, a solitary iconoclast against a dreary backdrop of conformity—she is not one to trail behind. As the narrative weaves its dark tapestry, she is compelled, by the gravity of her own convictions, to ascend as a beacon. In the end, it is upon her shoulders alone that the weight of humanity’s fate rests, standing as the sole barrier against the enveloping void of endless night. Thus, from the ashes of her isolation, she rises, not merely as a leader, but as the last sentinel of mankind’s flickering hope.

Gravewyck, to random
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12MAY2024: It is Luna, ever the vigilant guardian, unwaveringly shadows Lyria, who, in turn, chafes under such devoted scrutiny. Yet, it is in Luna’s presence that Lyria’s spirit soars into realms of untamed adventure.

Alas, a grim future looms for this entwined pair, a shadow that darkens their doorsteps, and I am left to ponder the cruel hand of fate. Shall Luna’s demise come prematurely, a harrowing harbinger of the misfortunes that awaits these souls? Or shall it tarry, allowing the anguish to ferment, deepening the sting of the ultimate demise? A dreadful decision lies before me, one that shall shape the contours of their tale in the most poignant of ways.

Gravewyck,
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@sfwrtr I have had far too many adventures as of late and have become drunk on Suttung's mead while unwinding.

Thank you for your words.

anderlandbooks, to random German
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I'm so crazy busy these days and unable to keep up with all my beloved hashtags - so please don't be mad if I post a day or two late (or not at all, but I guess that wouldn't be an issue for anyone but me 😅).

Gravewyck,
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@anderlandbooks Freshly returned from a month-long sojourn beyond the reaches of hashtags and hurried schedules, I offer no judgment, only camaraderie in the struggle against the ceaseless tide of tasks.

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Well, I suppose Monday wouldn't be Monday without a final fuck-you lobbed in my direction. I can only be glad it's a relatively small one.

glares at the evening

Gravewyck,
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@lilithsaintcrow yard thistle works well.

sfwrtr, to writing
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"Well, it can't be the end of the story when [the chapter] ends on a cliffhanger..." —A reader

The MC has just stated she's experiencing death. Hers. It's written in first person, however, so...

Gravewyck,
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@sfwrtr Now I have an idea to have a novel ending in a Choose Your Own Epilogue.

Gravewyck, to random
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05APR2024: What’s the best thing about being a writer?

I often feel crushed in a single moment in time, flattened into a three-dimensional space with possible pasts and futures all around me, yet I can not touch them. I like a sentence on the page of a closed book unable to read or feel the words on the pages around it.

I know there are elsewhens beyond the horizon of my vision, and I despair.

Writing is the only way I can touch the illusion of them. It is a way to trick myself into believing I can leave the leaf that traps me.

NaraMoore, to random
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NewMast Report

> Conversations are driven by a small number of regular posters. 18% of users post once a week or more, making up 83% of the posts per month.

Oh, dear. I post just under 20 posts a day and that doesn't include my two pixelfed accounts. A small portion of it shit posting, but still.

Gravewyck,
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@NaraMoore @chikorita157 @nillyrobot the Perado rule strikes again.

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2024-04-03 Visual Inspiration prompt.

Need a little money?

Use this AI generated image to write a very short story based on it... Or do not, I repeat, do not rob a bank! Whatever it inspires you to do!


To find more inspiring images, browse the tag.




Gravewyck,
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@VisualInspiration

Little Bruce Smith was the last of the great gangsters. Back when they really knew how to do it. When guys were guy and dolls were dolls.

Sure times were changing. Sure no one had talked like that for thirty years, but damn it, if the age of the fedora was coming to an end, Joe would get one last great heist.

He assembled his crew. The was Slick Bruce, Fast Bruce, Bruce Blue Eye, Bruce, and New Bruce. The operation was going to take crackerjack timing. They planned the heist for days.

They were ready.

They burst into the lobby of the S&L and were stunned to find the lobby empty.

“What the hell!” Bruce exclaimed.

“Exactly,” came the deep, rumbling voice of Satan.

The crew stood in shock and fear as an angelic voice floated into the room, “You thought you could steal from us?” asked Lucifer.

Bruce stammered, “S&L?”

Satan and Lucifer replied in unison, “Welcome to hell.”

Gravewyck, to random
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02APR2024 — What does your MC believe the point of life is? What did their parents believe? How does their parents’ beliefs affect theirs?

At the beginning of , Lyria believes that life is brutal and painful, and the only sane thing to do is embrace the misery and experience as many thrills as you can before death or worse claim you. Friends are nice to have, but they can never last. Everything is temporary.

Lyria's parents were devoted Christians of some protestant denomination. They initially encouraged her precocious talents, seeing them as a gift from God. Her early reading of scripture and singing of hymns was a source of pride. She helped her father with crop planning. She was a miracle.

Then, they learned about her condition. Their early response could be seen as neglect, but they felt this was part of the Lord's plan and he would provide. The family doctor did see it as neglect. He was gentle with them, and they eventually let her receive proper treatment.

Lyria's doubts in her parents' beliefs continued to accumulate. She began asking more and more questions. She began studying other religions and occultism. Her parents became increasingly concerned about her spiritual welfare.

Then came puberty.

Lyria and her mother clashed regularly. Her parents began putting her under strict observation when they realized she had a secret stash of books written in alien scripts. Her demonstration of literacy in Arabic, Hebrew, and Sanskrit did not ease her parents' fears.

That and other arguments left her feeling the need to escape. She ran away.

The thrill of freedom, the trauma of abuse, and the test of her will over those several weeks changed her. She returned home, sullen. Her family, preacher, the police, and family services could not pry her secrets from her. She seemed to be obsessed with tales of horror and misery. She always wore black. She argued with her parents constantly, and they could not understand why she was upset about everything they saw as good and sacred.

Her parents tried harder and hard to protect her from the influence of Satan, and one day she vanished.

Lyria arrived in Detroit and found Elara, Luna, and the rest. She is a danger to herself, always seeking the thrill of standing on the edge of oblivion and letting chance decide.

Gravewyck, to random
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27MAR2024 - Do you have any stories within your stories? Ancient myths, family stories?

When I wrote the short story with Lyria and Caleb, I referenced a lullaby in the second paragraph. This intent was to start in a surreal, creepy, and unsettling dream space contrasted with a gritty real world.

It also hinted at a larger story that I didn't plan on telling.

Naturally, I had to write the lullaby.

I don't know if I'll end up making it canonical in the story, but it's inspiring a lot of what is happening in the .

HeliaXyana, to writing
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I wonder what tense you've all chosen to write in and why.

I know past tense is likely the most common, but I have experimented with both and decided that present tense offers more direct immersion for my purposes.
This also ties into who the narrator is. In my WIP, it is a person in the room invisibly tagging along with the MC.

How did you decide, and is it reflected in the identity of the narrator?

#writing #writingcommunity #amwriting #author #authors

Gravewyck,
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@HeliaXyana @Firlefanz I have a story I'm working on that heavily relies on the present tense. The narrator appears to be a passive observer. The intent is to narrow the readers' focus and make the story feel claustrophobic and imminent.

It's a challenge.

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