Day 19

*cue evil laughter 😈*

I was listening to Crazy Form while posting this, so you can say the song kinda influenced me😜 anyways stream crazy form9⃣0⃣2⃣4⃣

https://open.spotify.com/track/2KoeSRTm9cRulYnkaEyUaP?si=EOgwaGNZSXS5f-722B1deQ

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9t57C7NcjWo&si=nRckWQXkXXzQwBwo

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!

Okay!! TAGGED by @cinamun @pralinesims thanks love!

xxxx: You had damn one job! xxxx: Can we please not do this right now.

xxxx: You need to watch your back. She can't be trusted. xxxx: You know what... how 'bout you mind your fuckin' business.

Let's see if @shesthespinstersimmer @budgie2budgie @xldkx @theosconfessions is interested in doing this.

The Mouth

I am The Mouth, that is all I need, all I am, the monster thought as it rose from its slumber. Tentacles flexed, snaking their way through the soft, moist earth of the swamp. Its huge maw opened wide, wider than the mouth of any creature on earth or sea. It had been centuries since the last time it had been awake.

From below a borborygmic sound made its way above the green waters. A bird shrieked and flew over the circle of curving teeth, where a black tongue twisted. The monster’s stomach rumbled again.

I hunger.

The Mouth strained its senses, but nothing worthy was near, only small insignificant creatures. The monster spread it tentacles further where the earth became harder and the roots of trees blocked the way.

At last it felt steps. Closer and closer they came, slow, tentative. The prey came closer, drawn by curiosity perhaps. Salivating, the Mouth waited for its prey, green drool dripping down its heaving sides. Just a little nearer...

The tentacle curled around an ankle and lifted the hapless being into the air. Screaming and squirming, the meal fought, but in vain. The Mouth lifted another tentacle, feeling the prey. It was shaped like a man.

Oohh, a human.

Without a second thought The Mouth dropped the man into its maw, where he was slowly dissolved by the stomach acid. When nothing else was left, The Mouth spat out the bones. Satisfied, the monster spread its tentacles and waited for the next prey to come.

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!

Just got tagged by the good sis @therichantsim 🖤🤘🏾

Mmmm. Let’s see:

XXXX: Are you doing Botox, or…

XXXX Shut the fuck up.

XXXX: We may have a bit of a problem.

XXXX: Well? Out with it.

Anybody up for the challenge? Feel free to jump in!

Disney Horror Rewrite Challenge

Been thinking about the Steamboat Willie Retake and how the films are turning all the public domain characters into slashers. I think I’d like to rewrite movies like Winnie the Pooh Blood and Honey, Bambi: the Reckoning, and Peter Pan: Neverland Nightmare, while trying to maintain the characters’ personalities, incorporate most aspects of the original story in fresh forms, and make sure the story stands out outside of using a popular IP. Let’s see if this solo teenager can make better storylines than a board of authors with diplomas for writing.

finish the story challenge 2!!

Her heart pounding as she fought. His sword moving skillfully, slicing through the air. She fell to the ground, the tip of his blade nicking the skin of her neck. She looked up him like a hurt baby deer, tears pricking her eyes at the feeling of his sword. He stood down, moving his sword as he felt weak the longer he stared into her eyes. He dropped his weapon, lowering down to help the girl, stepping back when he looked into her eyes once more.

This is a robot part of a community story challenge where each member generate an image and a story to continue. For me, i decide to create one of the main villain.

"It is time to reveal our main villain. The birth of the three dragons causes unexpected effects. Deep in the darkness, a very old lens lights up and disturbs the sleeping bats. The dragonslayers start to move for the first time in many centuries. His first action is to ... "

To resume his next action, he activate an ancient technology that shaken the world with devastating earthquakes, tsunami and violent storm.

continuing the story (sry its kinda long)

After her last sob escaped her, she closed her eyes, feeling cool floor pressing against her cheek. Suddenly she felt slight tremors on the floor, movement she easily recognized as the man who left her heartbroken. her eyes flew open. Suddenly fueled by anger, she stood, her eyes sweeping the room. There. Her eyes narrowed in on the beautiful knife he had given her. An ornamental gift, it was decorated with fine jewels and a beautiful handle. She had always kept it sharpened. The door opened just as she tucked it into her shirt. "Darling." He said, with a smile. How dare he, acting like nothing happened? "May we please forgive each other? I miss your company." Skillfully masking her rage, she smiled and held her arms out, as if she desired to hug him. His face filled with relief, and for a moment, she regretted what she was about to do. But when she hesitated she saw his mask drop for a split second, disgust evident in his features. She pulled the knife out, seeing his horror as she plunged it into his heart. "Goodbye, darling," she whispered malevolently, smiling as the blood soaked into his shirt. She was finally free.

Writing Challenge:

Scenario:

You know that fictional story your always thinking in your head of instead of writing it down. (Don’t Lie) and those two characters you like thinking about in said story. Write how those two meet.

I’m organizing a writing event this week and I would love to have you! If you’re a writer who likes to get together with other writers and do challenges, then check this out!

The Jam will be held on a dedicated Discord server where you can share your stories and ideas with other writers. We’ll also be hosting sprints and other writing games during the duration of the week.

Info Brief

When: August 4-10

Where: Discord (Links will be send out after you sign up)

What are you doing: For this Jam you will be writing a short story in the allotted time. There is no main theme, so bring your own idea! (We will also have some prompt generators if you need some extra inspiration.)

How to join: Follow the Sign Up Form link below, or you can message me here on Tumblr.

If you’d like some more information check out our F&Q Document

Sign Up HERE

This is a very relaxed challenge and made mostly for writers to connect and have fun. While the goal is to finish a story within a week, if you want to just come to hang out with fellow writers and run sprints, that’s cool too! The more the merrier!

Reblog and share so more people can see this!

Challenge: your life is a goldmine of prompts

Do you know that every life, if you learn to narrate it well, can be full of prompts a storyteller would love to know about?

I challenge you to think about your life, to find the beauty in what you call ordinary, and write down prompts that objectively describe your life. You'll be surprised to find out how much art is in there.

Here are some of mines:

"I used to pray God for a guide, didn't understand They gave me someone to travel with through life"

"Let's just take a moment to appreciate that we're here, talking about this topic, chatting cheerfully, having the priviledge to say about it to people" the person said, and suddenly history was heavy on his shoulders, all the people he liked to call his ancestors, even if they would never share blood, were in front of him. How could he be so lucky? Did he earned it? What would they say to them? "We're proud of you" he realized

He didn't believe in destiny nor fate, but how could you say that life bringing them together periodically was a casualty ?

He hated it [public transport] because it was dangerous, but loved how danger brought them together.

The room was too hot and humid and the people in it were tired, trying to rely on caffeine or laughs to not fall asleep and challenging themselves to not think about the upcoming exams or the work that was waiting for them at home. " C'mon, you should be young and wild" the woman shouted, from her late 50s, a stable work and a wife "we have a pride parade to organize, and it won't plan itself" and all the people in the room lightened, ordinary life behind their shoulders as they discussed ideas and planned imaginary futures of joy and community. Yes, it took them so little to revolutionize their inner worlds.

" Thank you for speaking for us" he cried as he hugged her thigly. And she thanked back, as if he did something extraordinary just for existing. The people around them were doing the same: thank you for speaking, thank you to be here, thank you for that massage, that you for holding my shoulder like that. People shouting in the background was not frightening anymore. This, he tough, was community. But he didn't have so much time for thinking as another hug came from his other friend, as another said his name and praised them, while everybody was smiling back to others.

It didn't matter what he previously said or all the prejudice he had, by just spending those weeks with them he realized that 1 his identity was still something he had to come to terms with and 2 he was madly in love with those two.

"You're not him" said the boy who was almost trying to kiss him, so drunk to mistake him for his boyfriend. "Not I'm not" he replied softly, and now I don't want to be him anymore, added in his head. But he still felt sorry for the boy who had to drink until he puked to relieve the pressure he had on himself. "Please don't tell anyone I was trying to bite the table" the boy added, "oh don't worry, I won't bring it up when you'll run for election" and he was already deciding whether or not he would hypothetically vote for him in 10 years, or less. He knew this boy would go far, but now he felt sorry for that, as if the boy never had the chance to realize how much you could change the world by only truly caring about people without interest. So he grabbed his hand and brought him to his boyfriend to walk the boy home from the metro, all the three of them, and then waited for the boy's message to make sure he was safe home.

Can't wait to know yours

Day 9

Bonus🤭:

Story Prompt 40

In a dimly lit room with the soft hum of music in the background, she sat at her vanity, her mascara wand poised for action. The night had started with a blink, but it was the push she received earlier that fueled her fiery determination. Her eyeliner was a chaotic swirl, a reflection of her emotions.

As she whipped away the makeup mishap, her mind raced, concocting a revenge plan like a mad scientist brewing an elixir. She had to teach the pusher a lesson they wouldn't forget. A sly grin crept across her face as the perfect scheme unfolded in her thoughts.

The next day, she found herself at a local cafe, strategically seated near a bulletin board cluttered with event flyers. A devious sparkle in her eyes, she "accidentally" bumped into the unsuspecting pusher, sending them sprawling. Seizing the opportunity, she deftly slipped a fake event flyer into their bag.

A few days later, the pusher excitedly arrived at the address on the flyer, expecting to attend a grand masquerade ball. To their bewilderment, they found themselves in the middle of a quirky costume party for pets. Amidst dogs dressed as superheroes and cats in tutus, the pusher stood, a picture of confusion.

Does it like, annoy anyone else when a story presents itself as "feminist" and "progressive", but also punches down on women who are sex workers or sexually active.

Laois from Dungeon Meshi legit feels like someone said the generic blond main character guy in a fantasy story can never actually be an interesting character in his own right and Ryoko Kui went, “Oh, bet?”

fighting back? against who? they're so happy—they've been waiting for you.

you are wonderful. don't you know that?

bonus: they play sims together :)