Namesake of one of my favorite characters. It is Finnish for "magic winter". The rest of the song is also in Finnish.
I finally have things to talk about. Hence this loooong absence from updating.
Sorry for abandoning everyone, but without further ado, let us talk!
Life
My brother is coming home for an ENTIRE MONTH! I haven't seen him since, oh, March maybe? Or it might have been January. Either way, it's been forever, so I am very excited to get to hang out with him for an entire month ^^ I hope he's as excited as I am xD
Um, I've been feeling kind of sick and down. Life, I tell ya. But my brother's visit sure makes me happy.
Anime
Haven't watched any, really, since last I posted. But I did read Gantz for the second time. Only took me two days instead of three this time around. Thankfully I forgot some things that happened in the manga, so I was still surprised nicely at some points. I loved every second of it, though I didn't openly cry as much. But I think that's just because of the way I read it.
I love you, Gantz! ^^
Writing
I actually got 900+ words written about two days ago. I am very lost on these chapters and being sick is not helping me. I've been so down and easily distracted lately. But that is going to change >.< I am getting some details written out for the chapter progressions. This is where things get the most complicated as I tie up all the final chapters. 8 chapters does not seem like a lot, but that's 80,000 words, and I have to make them all count even MORESO now than ever.
I can't say if you should expect book updates soon or not, probably not. I have to bounce around a lot as I get the details done, which means chapters are being written but not finished. So just... stay tuned :3
RP
Midnight is BAAAACK!!!!!
SO FREAKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!!!
AND EVEN FILIGREE POPPED IN TO SAY HI!!!!!
YAAAAYYY!!!!!!
And I'm sorry, but that's all for now. Hopefully I will get posts out more often (as well as book writing)
This was literally the only decent version blogger would let me put up that did NOT have Disney's Frozen in it anywhere...
Sup guys!
So, my mom was all like:
"You need to stop lying around and stuff since you feel better today. Go for a hike."
And I was like:
"No."
And she was like:
"Yes."
And I was like:
"Ugh."
And so later on I went for a hike and WHATDOYAKNOW! The one day I go hiking, some creep decides to follow me through the woods.
So I marched on ahead, dived into some brush for cover, waited for him to pass by, then hurried myself on home.
Freak.
Always carrying my switchknife. The ONE day I leave home without it, and it's the ONE day I might have been able to put it to use. UGH! So disappointed...
And so, I went hiking, worked out... ate some mac and cheese...
Binged some anime.
Okay, so I finally finished the live action Gantz movies which are Gantz and Gantz: Perfect Answer. It was really interesting...
Best part is that they took all the nudity out (except for like, the one bare butt, butt who cares). BUT THEY LEFT IN ALL THE GORE!!!
They kind of went in their own direction, mixing and matching certain plots and monsters to create the amazing plot that was the second movie. So THANKFULLY they did not go the anime route, which was the worst in my opinion, and they brought in enough elements of the manga that made it still feel like the source. But they totally did their own ending. I didn't mind. It was bloody, brilliant, and beautiful!
And mmmmmmm Katou.... sexy fine Katou/L. I need to learn his real name >.> But dang, he's a great actor AND good looking. I love him *w*
Moving on...
I also finished Fate/stay night, which had an ending that brought a tear to my eye - A tear mind you... It was good but not... good enough?
So on with Fate/ stay night unlimited blade works (or just UBW) which is...
is....
THE SEXIEST ANIMATION I HAVE EVER SEEN! *drools all over the fight scenes*
I couldn't tell if I was gonna laugh, cry, or have a heart attack. Or all three. But HOOOLLLEEEE COW! It was flawless! Colorful! Beautiful! JAM PACKED! I have NEVER seen action like that before. Do I dare say it.... yes I do! Even Moribito falls to second place! (sorry Moribito, I still love you D:)
UBW is the second arc of the Fate/stay night story. It never falls flat. It never stops pleasing. It is the epitome of eye-frickin-candy. I have not been this pumped about animation since Fate/Zero. ERMAHGERD!
Ok, I will stop blubbering over how delicious it is. Just... go watch Fate/Zero and then watch UBW because it is SOOOOO worth it ^^
And for other anime gems, I do have Perfect Blue on my list for Binge Day (not a real day). So I'll probably come back blubbering about that too or something. I've heard it's a mindf*ck.
So, today was another boring day. I had horrible, horrible migraines and nausea that left me bedridden D: I got a little bit of rp done with Cel on Luna Child...
I also got to episode 23 of Fate/stay night, and why did I stop there? Well, kissasian.com just so happened to have the LIVE GANTZ MOVIES!!!
*internally screaming*
I have been having a never ending heart attack for the past half hour ermahgerd! I am so excited watching this like you have no idea!!!!
I shall post my thoughts after the fact. They seem to be taking a slightly different direction than the anime/manga, so I really have no idea how it's going to turn out.
Hrmmmgmmgmg...
Let It Go is waaaaay overused, so I picked THIS instead. Which is not as overused. Therefore not as bad.
Also, I'm sort of running out of decent winter themed songs that are not entirely Christmas carols, Skyrim soundtracks, or Lord of the Rings inspired stuff.
Oh the dilemma!
Good evening everyone and welcome to December 9th's post. I am your host, Niitari/Dreadknightmare/Firebender_Zeke, etc etc etc.
There is nothing really to report except that (once again) I am making a roleplay site, or at least working on one. It is a conglomerate of three rp site ideas. And when one does not have time to rp everything, my solution is always to combine what I can and make something more out of it.
So it is a truly unique rp smashing my rp "O Ancient Mount-Slumbering God!" with pieces of Fate/Zero and Gantz into one odd thing. Mages battle each other for world altering powers by summoning Heroic Spirits of legend, myth, history, and literature. But through these summonings come crawling villains and monsters, the unwanted, who co-exist on an invisible plane, yet are still able to manipulate reality. And who combats these but tossed aside Mage failures who use weapons infused with demigod spirits, and so do battle against these monsters to protect the world and perhaps find their own place in reality once more.
So there is that.
On another note, a new plot bunny has reared its tantalizing, adorable head, and I find myself musing over yet another intriguing plot that demands exploration. However, I have been working at developing the characters in my head, and sorting out some of the many details, and I will be returning to Write This Down very soon.
(like tomorrow)
Kind of goes hand in hand with Cardhras. I so do love this song. This was my favorite poem from the Hobbit, and I had it memorized several times over. So much excitement when I heard the bits from the movie, in anticipation for the entire song to be brought to glorious, musical life!
And then they only did a verse here and there and I was a sad. But then Johnny Medlar came out with this version, and I was SO HAPPY! And the verse about the dwarves fleeing their hall always makes me want to cry. It's just so sad D:
I am actually thinking of getting myself either another Sims 2 expansion pack for Christmas (been wanting one nigh on five years) or getting the Silmarillion and The Children of Hurin (even though I just got a ton of books this year for my library).
HRMMMMM THE DILLEMA!!!!
Maybe I can just ask friends for such things if they offer to buy me presents. Whatever I do not recieve, I can get myself. This is probably the one year I know what I want for Christmas that isn't something uber expensive (like that sexy fine Mongolian recurve bow mmmmmm)
But enough about ridiculous things like that. Pssh. Presents.
Dawny and Mania are back YAAAAY! Which means more rping :3 for now
Eventually I have to get hardcore back into writing, and they have school to return to D:
I also wanted to say that I know these posts are kind of disjointed ramblings, but if anything, enjoy the music. I have nothing much to really talk about these days. Sorry.
"Beneath the Ice" from the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Original Soundtrack
Tis a morning for nostalgia...
Color Me Softly: Tis alright, noble knight. Pray abide here a while and perchance divulge more informations to me as pertaining to your characters that I might deem what is worthy of Aisthesis. Mania: I graciously accept your pardoning of mine absence. Perchance we might conspire inhuman abilities to delegate to mine characters, which I do strive to sculpt to become most worthy of joining those in the most noble ranks of Aisthesis. The decision to alter our current diction and tongue into that of a more colloquial nature would be most understandable, as would the opposing action to continue with our esteemed speech for, Nay! dost our combined company dare let the mere thought of any such actions as would perchance pose as a challenge drift away from our most daunting mits. For we are made of greater things than such to let any missed opportunity as said prior occur! Narry a challenge that dares enter our midst shall go unsiezed nor accepted.
Color Me Softly: Your words are laden with truth, noble knight. Though I must admit I am quite astonished at the speech you have so beautifully dictated. Do tell, however have you come across such riveting vocabulary such as you posses? I find your choice of words quite becoming.
Mania: My most exalted Lady, oh how thou dost maketh mine cheeks turn flushed from their usual fair pallor by your praise! The nature of mine diction mayhaps can be sourced to a trio of past occurences, two of which still occur near daily: Nay, I revoke said number and replace such with the numeral of IV. The first of which being mine most eager fixation towards works of literature. Oh how mineself dost cherish bound tomes! Though of few are those of which that are inscribed with our current tongue, mayhaps less than what one can count with the fingers of one's hands hast I read. Of said manner I do mean, for I have read many a tomes! Some of said nature however are by that of the playright Shakespear, a most favorite scribe of mine. to the second cause of which: mine history with translating the deceased language of old spoken by the Romans. Our curriculum's selection of pieces that were to be translated, when done correctly and directly from the words' orignal meanings translateth to our current diction. Phrasing such of this often occers subconsciously after a long days work of study oh how mineself dost enjoy clever wordplay with mine close acquaintances! We wxchange words of such nature frequently and often spontaneously. fourthly and of last: several changing seasons ago mineself hast aquired a digital application designed for mobile cellular devices. The original location of which twould be on the internet in the domain of dictionary.com. Said application has a marvelous thesaurus function which minself dost frequently indulge in mulling over in mine spare time to feed mine hunger for a moat rich vocabulary. most rich. My deepest apologies for the length of mine second speech. When in such selection of tongue my words doth become most lengthy, even much more so than mine usual blathering self.
Color Me Softly: Bravo, noble knight, and might I indulge in a toast to you and your eloquent speech. Twas not boring at all. It has been far too long since my mind has been graced with such a delightful conversation. I have recently rekindled my desires for the English language in all its scrumptious glory of long forgotten words and speeches. Predominantly, the forefather of this rekindled love would be Les Miserables of Victor Hugo, a text of which I devotedly devour. I scour more such texts in all their long, driveling glory, for though they droll and rant, they offer such a rich language I become enraptured. Perchance my mother dearest also gave to me a delightful new dictionary of Shakespeare's words that I have dedicated myself to reading and studying all the way through. Though I do admit, I am not quite as proficient as you are, I do strive to learn and practice to achieve the ability as such you possess. Perhaps you could allow me the pleasure of picking your brain with talks such as these that I might learn from you the art of this fine craft called language.
Mania: Oh my exalted Lady! Do not put thyself below the tier of mine own verbal abilities! I shall allow no more thoughts of such become entangled in thous most fair head, for the nature of our individual vocabularies merely differs in its selection and content, not in quantity nor value! The tongue of yours which thou dost-dare I say- foolishly, declare to be lesser than mine own, is looked at from mine own eyes to be of greater worth than mine own tongue which thou dost put before thou's own. For long hast mineself looked upon thou's words with magnificent awe, for I have become ensnared by the nature of your vocabulary as you have by mine own. Therefore let us not merely look upon one another as any less than equals on the grounds of vocabulary worth. Let us divulge in mutual appreciation of the other's most choice utterings and seek to learn together!
Color Me Softly: Ah, dear one, our roles might surely now be reversed, for I see in us great potential and knowledge of the use of our vocabularies, but perhaps a title of lady and knight for myself and yourself respectively is not proper. You have all the grace and poise of a Shakespeare. The words that flow from your fingers to your keyboard and here upon my screen are whim and beauty and passion all mingled and tossed in the clouds and torrents of a world let free in art and the essence of youth. Your are a sprite, a wood elf, a nymph in your speech. Free to breathe the air and let the world hearken to the nature of your glorious prose. But I am the sailor off at sea. All storm and salt and battle. My words, though eloquent in their own way, are not fit for a stage nor a gleaming world of color and youth. I am harshness and stature, with none of your gentle poise. I may not stumble oft or fault, but I do not have your learned mind and your extensive talents. You play the words as an instrument, and I tend mind as I would sail a ship. On and on and battering a storm as I attempt to reinvent myself and find my muse of language once more. I believe, fine beauty, you may agree with me perhaps.
Mania: Many of such things you have said I doth most immediately agree with. That of which I do not believe in worth quite the sum of their stated manner, if you mayhaps shall follow my thoughts towards such, twould be directed towards the perception of mine words' nature.
Color Me Softly: I suppose I ought to pose the question: of what do you not believe in?
Mania: While I most graciously receive your elegantly stated words of praise exclaimed through a most wonderful series of naturally flowing comparisons, I must disagree with how such as thou hast stated is perceived to be the whole and honest nature of mine works. For while you describe them to be that of nature's romanticism and fantasy, they do not simply spring forth as such at first conception. Much altering of sentence order, word replacing, deletion and insertion occurs. Tis still a process I seek to advance my skill in to where I require less time to post mine works. The process of mine writing begins with the conception of raw forms, often colloquial, greater in brevity, and simplistic in concept. Often such is first created in mine own primal dialect of the deep south. I suppose the process could be compared to that of creating literal physical works of art, such as a painting. The first concept; intangible, invisible, unable to be captured in visible form until it is refined to such degree. Once what the artist desires to show the world enters the plane to which it is now capable of physical capturing, it may be presented in the raw on paper or canvas- a sketch. The general idea is laid out. To some of lesser experience, such simplicity is seen as satisfactory, but to those with more practiced minds and skilled hands can see the layers of possibility that may be laid upon it to create complex yet easily flowing work. Refined lines are placed atop the raw forms. Basic blockings of solid colors are applied to create a more defined statement, but it is still flat. The artist has yet to capture the space, value, and form of the concept yet. More layers are added, rhythm is heard, the texture of the words- soft, rough, malliable- is felt, the contrasts of structure through value is seen through illuminating and shadowing words. Although the artistic process is viewed by many to be something of beauty, to those with certain eyes- not that I call out your perception to be naive or false, simply incomplete, as I know and have observed firsthand how you are obtaining near mastery of the craft- the process is arduous and often hard to make ones self do at times. I simply omit the visibility of mine process to most. I would be lying if I said writing was simply something that came easy to me. It is the truth when I say that I am a naturally good writer, but it doesn't take much to be good. What I strive for is to be great, not among the ranks of the greatest, but my works' forethought and devoted craft visible. Oh how I end up leading my original point astray! I shall redirect thus back to mine first statement.
Mania: Goodness how my thoughts become scattered about at times, one of such being currently.
Color Me Softly: Ah my beauty, if only I had such a patience to form my own sentences so eloquently. For within the secret of your craft that you have divulged to me, I see where my struggle lies. For I am always set upon accomplishing the improbable within the moment or the hour and not within the foreseeable future. I had not the patience in my own art, that of pencil and paper and a brush dipped in watercolor, but as I came to find that patience, so blossomed my talent most readily and noticeably. Forthwith, I shall endeavor to find patience in the art of language craftsmanship and take all you have shared to heart. And as to your last proposed point, I agree wholly that it is quite easy to become lost in the muse of prose and forget oneself in this devious art of conversation. Now I do close our gaieties with a goodnight, as I must retire abed and entrust myself to sleep. For I have a duty tomorrow at six in the morn that must be met if I wish to not bear a burden of ponies emaciated by my carelessness in not feeding or tidying them, and I am in the need of currency and my tending of aforementioned equestrians provides my earnings. So now I bid you adieu and bonsoir.
Mania: Multis gratis, meus amicam. One difference I have noticed between our words is how you are able to capture broad conceptions in narrow space without losing their magnitude, while I amble about such in round about manners when they could be like your eloquent brevity. I wish you a bene nocturna meus amicam.
Color Me Softly: Bene nocturna.
Ermg.
And that was all written in those little tiny cboxes where you only had like 15 words at a time D:
This was all done around the time Aisthesis was first being made. Apparently I saved this conversation somewhere in its middle while Mania and I were going on and on. My goodness.
If my brain wasn't melted down, I could probably write like that again...
I'd like to say I worked hard at my novel. I'd like to.... but I won't.
Hey guys, how's it going?
Me? Aww shucks, you wanna know 'bout little ol' me? Whelp, I haven't written a word all day. And that is A-O-K. Because ever since November I've been on the verge of mental burnout. All I've been writing is drivel crap. And rather than throw the whole novel out the window (or, well, print all 194 pages and THEN throw it out the window) I decided to play it safe and take a little step back before I go comatose.
It doesn't help that this NEW novel idea popped up in my head and WON'T SHUSH UP! D: I already have a nice little list of projects to do *stares at the continual push back of WTD's end date*
*sob*
It WILL get done. I know that for certain, but it's all about these confounded, intricate details.
Details... details... details... But, tis a learning process. And my nit-picky inner editor keeps pointing it out to me at the worst times. I really shouldn't be going back over and over to correct things and add things, but as the book gains in complexity, it needs to happen, and then my wordcount suffers further. I'm almost thinking of ending the wordcount tracker and just focus on the details stuff for now while I do these last few chapters.
But who knows. We shall see.
No new chapters will be coming out this week (unless I get a sudden burst of creativity) but by next week we should have something.
Ok, yes, it's weird, but I like the video for SOMERISING (youtube being a pill... no original music video... do look it up though), and also, Robot Unicorn Attack 2 imprinted this song on my soul. The song IS pretty. In my opinion.
Plz stahp judging meh.
Okay, so, today I helped JazzPony at her crafting booth and no monies were made. It was a sad.
I was supposed to write words, but nothing happened. I am fearing some severe mental burnout. Thanks, NaNo.
So I am going carefully through with my writing, mostly just taking notes and plot progression things. I will write actual words when my brain stops being a poob.
Chapter 9 was updated on wattpad to accommodate the new scenes. It brought Chapter 9's wordcount from 9800+ to 20,000+
Ugh.
Friggin long chapters throwing off my wordcount.
I jumped around between Chapters 12 and 14, mostly rewriting stuff. I feel like Chapter 12 is going to be fun if I could just BRAIN for five minutes together >.<
I had some cool talks with JazzPony's brother about Skyrim. D: How I miss thee...
That reminds me: as far as rp stuff goes, YES, I will be updating Aisthesis and Skyrim. Thank you all for being patient. This past week has just been the WORST, especially for my real life goings-ons.
Life is never what we want it to be. I just gotta keep rolling with the sucker punches to my damaged heart. Wheeee~
And since life is being a poob, I have been very stressed, struggling with severe anxiety and depression, blahblahblah. So things will hopefully be picking up soon.
I apologize greatly for these discombobulated posts. I really need to stop writing things on the verge of midnight. At least I finally got to sleep last night for the first time in weeks. Yay for squishy, soft, warm beds at my friend's house ^^
Night everyone. Stay tuned for more wacky updates (and wintery-themed-ish music)!
So, The Cry of Shiganshina is going to be pushed back to... probably January. I apologize to any and all who are actually interested/concerned/bamboozled/etc.
Write This Down chapter 9 is going to be updated soon.
Then hopefully Chapter 12 will be finished. Yay!
I also hope to make Japantown in Fallowdell sometime tomorrow or Sunday. So stay tuned for that too.
Sorry for the brevity of this post. It is very late, and I have 3000 words to write. And it's only 11pm.
Today we have Caradhras, one of my favorite songs by Two Steps From Hell. This song was the inspiration for Taikatalvi Caradhras Tockspringe (Norcross).
Caradhras was one of the Misty Mountains in the Lord of the Rings, and was in fact the mountain wherein the mining dwarves went too deep and awakened the Balrog. It was called the cruelest of all mountains.
Winter. Mountains. I'm good.
Was going to do Winterspell, one of my favs, but this one holds a lot more meaning for me.
Which actually leads to an interesting story. I found Caradhras by first listening to Constantine by Audiomachine (ermg that VOICE) and then this song was suggested me. And so Taikatalvi was born from both of those songs, as well as War of Change by Thousand Foot Krutch...
Okay, so there are a lot of songs that went into his creation.
Isn't it interesting how some characters are born from songs? Some of which have no words, just... music and sound? I think it's cool. It's the language of the soul after all.
Enough about songs.
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HAAAAAATE rewriting stuff. It screws up my wordcount like NO TOMORROW!!! I have to write 3501 words per day to finish on time (according to wordkeeper). But because I am meshing Chapters 9 and (12?) I have to rewrite whole paragraphs to switch from Meruse' POV to Keenah's. UGH!!!!
Some things I can recycle, but especially inner thoughts and character specific observations I cannot. It is very aggravating. My solution is to highlight the parts needed changing, color them blue. Then I take one part and check its wordcount (eg: paragraph 1 is 508 words that need rewriting). So I rewrite that much WITH extra. So I aim for maybe 530 words by the end. That way I at LEAST add to it bit by bit.
This also means I get some set backs with my wordcount and I will HAVE to work overtime. Maybe this weekend. I'm sleeping over at a friend's house Friday night so that means no mandated bed time. Let's just cross our fingers I don't spend those extra hours binge watching anime.
What might be this month's blog title theme? Songs to do with WINTER!
This one is ironic because, yah know, Winter Is Coming.
You won't believe how badly I wanted to put that one up here, but blogger nad youtube are both being butts so... till next time...
Hey everyone! How is it going! NaNo ended with no clapping, cake, or confetti. Mostly cause it was done at 11pm and I just went "meh" and crawled into bed. Because for all intents and purposes, NaNo is NOT over for me.
I had to add 40k to my count and extend my end date to December 24th. >.>
Why? Well, because SOMECHAPTERS had to be over 10k words. Looking at you, you spotlight stealers... *cough* Ravenka *cough* Lohk *cough*
So today, I am going to be combining the events of Keenah's chapter with Meruse's chapter, which will make Meruse's lovely chapter ender thinger the opening of his chapter in the form of a flashback. Because... stuff.
But will also lead to interesting things when Keenah's chapter ends with "WHY IS THE VILLAGE BEING BURNED DOWN???!!! MERUSE WHERE WERE U LAST NIGHT DID U DO THIS???!!!"
And Meruse being all:
"Yes."
And then they move on with life.
Because Meruse is secretly a pyro or something... idk... no spoilers here.
Though that technically WAS a spoiler, sort of, not really, idk. No one reads anything anyway. Cause yah know, it's on wattpad people...
Also, yah know, I really hate some things about wattpad. For one, everyone treats books like a damn popularity contest. Winning these "Watty awards" means absolutely nothing. It does not mean your book is good, it means that it is popular. And considering the dumb sheeple masses out there, all you need to get a popular book are the following things:
1. A Mary=Sue that is totally relatable but has like, idk, 1 flaw maybe. But everyone thinks its cute.
2. Easily categorized things (ie: clans, groups, cliques, etc where everyone is organized by race, powers, etc. And everyone has cookie cutter personalities based on their category. Except the MC. They totally need to be everything at once because that is super unique)
3. Significant other needs to be the HOTTEST person around. They need to like, totally push the MC away at first, but then fate will just be its wacky self and throw them together. And then significant other totes needs to fawn over MC's flaw because really it's not a flaw it's cuuuUUuuute.
4. They need to be kissing and/or banging by the end. Totes best ending if they have like a bunch of kids and everyone is paired off and have kids too and like, name them all cool and unique names like Storm and Deathdementiaravenway.
And voila! You have the most popular book ever.
See, now was that so hard?
**notice how "quality plot, characters, writing, etc" is not included in the above four points.
JUST A NOTE:
This is not to say that ALL winners of things like Wattys or ALL stories that get #1 on the lists are bad. I have seen great books get to the top on both counts.
Just that I have seen MOST OF THE TIME bad stuff getting to the top of those contests/lists.
And a LOT of good stuff gets lost under the fan-craze of Twi-hards and their numerously flavored kin.
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Hey, check it! A new layout!!!!
And also: another reason to hate wattpad (and its appalling lack of moderating these wild young hooligans)
So, for today's line up of "Similar Stories to Write This Down" we haaaaave:
Is It Hate, Or Love? Season three part two
This author has never heard of the chapter feature. EVERY single chapter is posted as a new story.
It is literally a reality show, slice-of-life, soap opera. LITERALLY. Nothing at all related to fantasy, and in short, not at ALL related to WTD.
Kudou no Seimei Ryokuwo
A story about two brothers reuniting. One is a famous singer. The MC is trying to...
..... to....
Okay, don't kill me. It's been a while since I read it (in full, mind you), and I've been very distracted.
It was written by an rp buddy of mine. I've been helping critique it. It's a nice slice-of-life.
It's got brothers... That's the ONLY similarity to that one and WTD.
The Hybrid
The synopsis is literally "I'm a monster inside... is that what you want? Can you love a monsterr?"
Um... Twilight much?
Yes, a sappy, cliche "romance" *cough* about a girl and a werewolf/vampire/idk.
Um... my book has a married couple...?
A King's Mistress
Hmm.... historical fiction??
About a bunch of Kings who have these mistresses that are seers and this is some story about one of them.
Uh........
It's got a King in it. Just like mine! *thumbs up*
Oh, oh, yah, and the King in my book has THREE mistresses! HAH! WHAT SAY U NOW???
But you wouldn't know that cause the chapter hasn't been posted...
Either you read my mind or this is just a really lame suggestion. I'll go with latter...
That wraps up today's "Similar Stories to Write This Down". Tune in next time for another list of stories that have literally NOTHING to do with WTD yet somehow get suggested.
8:09
Oh, I could NOT resist! Here's another!
For our second line up of "Similar Stories to Write This Down", we have these four lucky duckies!
The Fates
About the fates. From Greek story. And they're in modern day doing teenage things.
So "fantasy". Much perf. Abso-nothing-lutley to do with WTD.
Home
A seven paragraph or so short about a guy who goes home and dies.
The End
Pretty much every chapter of Write This Down in a nutshell.
Congratulations "Home" you get a virtual cookie.
NOT
But you came kinda-sorta-close-ish
Holistic Medicine
Literally a short article promoting the benefits of holistic medicine.
Um...
There's a doctor amputating legs in this one chapter...
Waiting for the Beast
Oh...
Well you're just a big bag o' sacrilege, aren't chu?
It's about the anti-Christ, THE ANTI-CHRIST, being a bubbly teen girl with a hot angel bodyguard and they do all these supernatural things together.
Cause that's totally how it works. Yup. Uh-huh.
Oh, what? Sorry, I was actually using this thing called sarcasm.
AND YOU SO DON'T GET A COOKIE EITHER!
In fact, you get negative cookies.
- - - - - infinity cookies
(or just - cause five - equals one -)
**u been maths'd
That's all for today folks! Tune in next time for more "Stories Similar to Write This Down"
