Usseewa

I decided to post another set of stories today so that I can finish catching up tomorrow. Ready He was ready. He had packed supplies, made numerous plans, and waited for this moment. As the metal beast continued descending, heedless of the skyscrapers, he went through the plan one more time. First, he would find a way inside the vessel. The rest of the plan would crumble like those buildings if he didn’t. Since the ship was landing, that would make getting onboard easier. Of course, he had made plans and contingencies for every scenario he could think of, but this was one of the easier methods. As those around him at last began to register what was happening—others continuing to stare, frozen, at the majestic sight bringing ruin—he walked toward it as they fled in terror. Renewed Two hours later, Peter started, lifting his head from where it rested across his arm. When had he fallen asleep? He was still at his desk, though it was raining more heavily now. Panicked, Peter checked the time: 6:19pm. He thought about grabbing dinner at the dining hall, but wasn’t fond of getting drenched. Plus, the thought of wasting more time made him anxious. Instead, he found a granola bar lying under a stack of papers—wasn’t he supposed to finish reading those by tomorrow?—and unwrapped it, then took a bite. Peter set down the granola bar and turned on his laptop, back to the familiar blank page where his essay should be. He swallowed the bite, taking another, and was surprised to feel a new sense of vigor. Maybe that unintentional nap had done him some good? Peter smiled—actually smiled—and hovered his hands over his laptop’s keyboard. For the first time in five days, Peter knew what to write his essay on. He started typing. The Program She was glad to have made the program output its progress. Otherwise, she would have no way of knowing if it would be done in an hour, a day, or a week. Time Left: 000:00:01:30 | Progress: 99.993% She sat eagerly at her desk, watching the seconds count down. It had taken her over a year to program—her largest project yet—but she had been dreaming it up and really working on it for much longer. Unfortunately, it also took forever to run—even with all the optimizations she had added. The program had been running nonstop on her custom-built PC for over two weeks now. Time Left: 000:00:00:42 | Progress: 99.997% She leaned forward, closer to the monitor. Less than a minute left. She just hoped it would work. This was the second time she had run the program—the last time had taken three weeks and had ended up having several bugs. She had tried to fix them, but new errors often cropped up after you thought you fixed them all. What’s another two weeks? She thought, trying to convince herself it would not be too bad if the program failed. Truth was, she had hardly gone an hour in the last two weeks without checking on the program, if only to experience the pleasure that came from seeing that the progress had ticked up half a percent. Time Left: 000:00:00:04 | Progress: 99.999% She waited the last few seconds, shaking with anticipation. This was it, she hoped. The product of many years’ dreaming. Attention Carla couldn’t focus on what her Chemistry teacher—Mr. Ackner—was saying. Zack hadn’t come to school in days, nor had he texted her. The night he had vanished, Carla had heard a crash, and found her mailbox and garbage cans knocked over, with tire paths along the grass in front of her home. The signs added up. Zack had been kidnapped. Obscured by Smoke I watched the landscape—obscured by grey smoke—from above. What had caused this? Last time I was able to see the vast forests, deserts, oceans, and civilization. Now, I could only see that in some areas—at least from afar. Closer in, I could see all that was still present. Except here. The River Lewis came to a stop where the ground became a steep slope down to the river. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the figures grow closer by the second. The river was fairly calm, and someone could swim across without much trouble. Only Lewis couldn’t swim. Andddd that's it for today. Tomorrow, I'll be posting the stories I wrote yesterday, today, and those I'll write tomorrow. Kinda confusing lol. Anyway, stay tuned for some poems I wrote earlier today!! (Which will be posted tomorrow lol).

Was as in dead? Otherwise, Navani maybe?

Note: I am reposting this since I accidentally published it out-of-order. A Different Life Everyone moved slowly except for Lucy. They had done so for as long as she could remember, and had grown accustomed to it at this point. She sat, sketching the scene of the lecture hall before her, as the professor slogged through the lesson on character development, one word at a time. With so much more time than everyone else, Lucy had explored and developed several interests—from art to writing and reading. She felt as if she lived in a different world than everybody else. It got lonely. The Shadow The group looked up and it was there, standing before them, face turned down to peer at them. It was seven or eight feet tall and practically a shadow in the night air, save its face—that was something else. It was a mess of tomato-red bumps, with dark crimson in the valleys between them. Two dark holes—near the edges of its face—resembled eyes. The Shadow advanced on them in a sudden motion, and, as the group turned to flee, the Shadow formed an arm of similar texture to its face and—with impossible reach—seized one of the friends by the head. Note from Theory: in the following story, "Not Sorry", the bold text is meant to represent "dialogue" in a monospace font such as Courier New, but - do to the limitations of this forum - that was not possible (to my knowledge). The best text styling to convey what I intended by choosing monospace that I can think of is SMALL CAPS, but it is honestly easier to just use bold and italics. Not Sorry Did you...accomplish the task? …yes…yes I did. Good, good. Next, I want you— Next!? But you said— You and I both know that what I said is not relevant. Don’t you even…even care about the people you…the people you… Sometimes, yes. But ultimately I am not sorry. It needed to be done. CAUTION: The following story contains a creepy and murderous clown. The Clown The clown’s smile was the first thing that actually unnerved Roy in this place. The clown's teeth were yellow and rotting, with hints of red on them. Roy took a step back. “What’s wrong? Did I scare ya?” the clown said, sitting up and taking a step toward Roy. “Well, good. You oughta be.” The doors slammed shut behind Roy, and the clown reached into his pocket. “Wow, that was actually pretty scary,” Roy said, relaxing as he realized this must be all part of the haunted house. “Oh, you thought that was scary?” the clown said, giggling, as he pulled out a bloodstained butcher knife—how did that fit in his pocket?—and chucked it straight at Roy. More tomorrow! - Theory

Thanks to both! I'll give yours an 8/10 too, I love all the colors.

=== EDDIE'S WORDS === +++ Table of Contents +++ Page 1 of 5 1 . "Auditions" 2. "Worth It" 3. "Words" 4. "D and Wyn" 5. "Depressing: Prologue" 6. "Depressing: Chapter 1"? 7. "Kyran" 8. "The Girl in the Mirror" 9. "Time" - Poem 10. "A Thousand Tears" - Poem 11. "Ifs" - Poem 12. "Talin and Ace" - Part 1 13. "Myths" 14. Lies - Poem 15. "Griffin and Krystal" 16. "Talin and Ace" - Part 2 === EDDIE'S WORDS === +++ Table of Contents +++ Page 2 of 5 17. "Talin and Ace" - Prologue 18. "Talin and Ace" - Part 3 (?) 19. Talin and Ace: The Argument 20. Talin and Ace: Ace 21. Family 22. Traitors 23. "Home" 24. Riding Alone 25. Apology 26. "Goodbye" - 1 27. "Beep" - 2 28. "Ani and Scales" - 3 29. "Mask" - 4 30. The Witch - 5 31. The Witch (Poem Ver.) - 6 32. "Our Path" - 7 33. Power - 8 === EDDIE'S WORDS === +++ Table of Contents +++ Page 3 of 5 34. "Podcast" 35. Helpless 36. "I Dreamed a Dream" 37. Queen 38. Prisoner 39. "Liz" - Prologue 40. "Liz" - Part 1 41 . "Liz" - Part 2 42. "I-Don't-Want-to-Read-This-Because-it-Seems-Depressing" - 1 43. "Mina" - 2 44. "Was-in-a-Status-Update" - Part 1 - 3 45. "Was-in-a-Status-Update" - Part 2 - 4 46. Blood 47. Gratitude - Poem 48. Poison === EDDIE'S WORDS === +++ Table of Contents +++ Page 4 of 5 49. Monster 50. By Faith - Poem 51. "Liz" - Part 3 52. "Liz" - Part 3.5 53. Older - Poem 54. Once 55. Within a Wish 56. In the Dark 57. Look - Poem 58. After - Poem 59. Dancer 60. Chorus - Dancer Part 2 61. To Siylna - "Liz" 62. From Mari - "Liz" 63. And If - Poem 64. Strings - Poem === EDDIE'S WORDS === +++ Table of Contents +++ Page 5 of 5 How do I order the Liz stories? You mentioned they aren't really sequential, correct?

The Essay Peter stared mindlessly at the blank white screen before him. He hadn’t moved in an hour. He knew he had to finish the essay by tonight, and it was already nearing evening. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of anything. He decided to take a short break. Maybe a walk around campus would do him some good? And so, Peter strolled on the rainy day on the concrete walkways of his university campus. He tried to enjoy the fresh air, but found his mind returning to the to-be-written essay. He should be working on it now… Time was running out, he had put off the paper for too long, thinking he could just do it later. Feeling no better than he had when he’d left, Peter trudged up the steps to his dorm room. He briefly considered simply not doing the essay, but he didn’t see himself as that type of student, and he doubted it would make him feel any better. Peter had written essays like this before; he knew he could do it. That didn’t make it any easier. Peter slumped back into the spinning chair at his desk, opened up his laptop, and resumed his staring. Only one story this day, but the next one (which should be published about a minute after this one) has more! - Theory

Ah, yes. Another on my to-read shelf... Haha, cool. Thanks for the tip!

Nice nickname, Rue. Btw I love your username, it just sounds really good. I think this one is my favorite. It just sounds intriguing. (I couldn't move the quote box on my phone, so this sentence and quote is kinda out-of-place) Thanks for the prompts! I think I've had some trouble with the continuation lately. Namely coming up with a plot or something, since if the story is part of a larger story, the character actually needs to so something. I guess I can try/continue writing the stories and seeing where the character ends up, if you catch my drift.

Omg same! A bunch of my stories were based of a word in a song title or lyric I was listening to, or I looked around me for some inspo, or, two especially, was a specific feeling that I really wanted to get down in the writing. Im the past few days I've had less inspo than the first three (I've been writing for about a week)... so yeah, the prompts would be appreciated, whenever you have the time. I'll have to read some more of your works if/when i make that list. i bet...

Also...I've started writing some stuff recently if you don't mind taking a look, the link is in my siggy. They're way shorter than yours - 100-300 words each. P.S. would you mind if I compiled a list of all the stories on this thread and put them in a post here or something? Like with an index that links to each one, with the title and maybe genre(s)? I may not do get to it...but I wouldn't mind tbh. Not really busy.

Kal?

Demoux?

That's a lotta essays, good luck! Also, my question was maybe a little vague... Did you get what I meant? We each give each other a few writing prompts? Here are a few for you: Essay gone wrong (hopefully not for you!) Write about someone who travels a lot, perhaps running away from someone/something? Horror story that takes place in broad daylight. Involves a hat. (And/or a cat). Edit; added another: a story about someone lonely finding friendship. Edit the Second: a story based on the question "Why?" Are those the types of prompts that would be useful to you? I can come up with some more if you want...and you can always save them for whenever you're free.

Someone else can go

Aux?

Oh, ok. (about spoiler tags) (Me looking at the Wiki) Ummm...Mayalaran? (Does that count as dying?) He is/was human (...I think dun dun dun)

Ooh nice! Congrats! Would you wanna...swap some prompts?

Me too

Stormlight spoilers...maybe OB or RoW?

Honor/Tanavast/You get what I mean May want to spoiler-tag that

I assume so:

If you want, you can make blog on 17S for these. That way the specific stories are organized and stuff. Might make it easier for people like myself (who only just found your forum) to read the different stories. Just a suggestion. May be difficult to migrate there since it seems like you already wrote a lot. Also the forum already seems to be working for you, but just letting you know in case you haven't seen that feature yet. Edit: Loved it! Is it new, or does it have any characters from a previous story? I wonder what happened to Lilly... And what's with that guy "Ben." And why did Jake say he can't speak most of the time? Was that literal? Edit 2: That made me tear up. I loved it! The time jumps were really neat. Like showing moments from Annie's life. Did you ever write more for this? Edit 4: couldn't resist... Annie, are you ok? (It's a reference) Edit 3: Gave me shivers because I thought she had died...

What Dawnshard and Shard did he meet? Well, I guess I know the Dawnshard he met, so what about the Shard?