The Advanced Writer's Club

[climbing{the}world]

Username: >the beginning<
Nickname: Please call me Tink, or Jay.
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...): I am a poet, novelist, and roleplayer.
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length):Jay’s plan was really set. It was a definite yes. The following morning, she would only eat half of her breakfast and dinner. For two more days after that, Jay would follow through with that piece of the plan. The fourth day, Jay would find a way to store her food in the plastic containers. Finally, on the fifth day, she would desert the prison through the window. For that time being, Jay kept the two pipes propped onto the window. On the first day of rationing out her food, Jay was lucky. No wind, rain, or snow occurred. The same clear, sunny weather ensued until the third day. A light frost had been swirling down to earth with light gusts since moon-high. The wind was not powerful enough to break the rails, but that did not stop Jay from worrying about it. She would obsessively check them when the guards were not shambling around the prison. Apart from her constant presentiment over the bars breaking off, Jay was actual sleeping well. The bed was getting the job done, and Jay no longer awoke every morning with her back throbbing with discomfort. On the fourth day, Jay discovered a tactic as to how she was going to bring her own stored food with her. As I may have commented before, Jay wore no shoes, a leather dress, and a grey tunic under the dress. Her hair, withdrawn from bathing, was a tangled mess that she usually put in a bun to move out of the way. There were no pockets on the leather dress, but on the hem of the tunic was a small needle. If, Jay thought, now barely able to contain her earnest. I could get a few loose threads from the tunic; I could sew a pocket on to my dress. And so she did. It only took an hour, really. First she had needed to find an already torn thread, and that had been much easier than expected. Jay unraveled the left sleeve of her tunic, and to make it look more customary, she did the same thing with the other sleeve. She sewed them together in a sort of round circle. Once the circle was properly put together, Jay sewed it on to the back of her dress, and folded the leather over it so the guards could not see it. Thus, Jay was ready. She used a smaller parcel to store her food, and it barely fit into the pocket itself. Now, Jay thought, excitement almost nipping at her heels. …tomorrow I will leave, right when I wake up. With that, as the sun was setting, Jay lay down to a deep slumber.

Droplets of rain snuck in through the window. Swathes of dew lay planted on the window sill, drying as fast as they had stuck there. The sun, if there even was one on this day, was hidden behind the darkest and dreariest of rain clouds. Thunder smashed through the air, shattering lightning and condensation through the gloomy morning atmosphere. Explosions of electricity zapped slices of the downpour in two. Groups of the mist traveled through the open cell window, smothering the bars in water, streaming down the side wall. A gentle condensation was tangible in the air, and the feeling of water on her face made Jay open her eyes with a burst. Sitting up, Jay rubbed her cloudy eyes and glanced at the window. Hear drooping, Jay stood up on still aching legs. She hopped up onto the bed, and swung up to the window. Immediately, Jay was greeted with a burst of rain. According to the plan, Jay should be taking the pipes down and jumping into the lake this very second. But the hesitant feeling she had been experiencing retaliated with fear. I am unsure, she thought wearily. Whether I should go or not…. Fear gripped her the way the guards had once gripped her collar. Yet curiosity whipped furiously around in her head. A sudden saying her mother used to tell her snapped into her mind. ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’ There was, Jay believed, a second verse where the cat got its life back, but she could not remember it at the particular moment. Just as Jay was letting herself down from the window and onto the bed, the iron cell door swung open. On the opposing side of the gap was the burly guard with thick eyebrows. He walked forward unexpectedly and shoved her breakfast in her face. Turning sideways as to not see the bulge in her pocket, Jay accepted the food and sat down on her bed to eat it. The man squirmed in discomfort, and left the cell quickly. He had, obviously, been disturbed by their last meeting. If you can recall, he claimed that Jay was not right in the head, after she had a shocking headache over the bread she had been given. Jay put her breakfast aside, shaking her head. The thought of eating was not in Jay’s mind, nor would it be until she settled her own dispute. After placing her breakfast down, Jay strode back over to her bed, and jumped up onto the window. This was it. The window was barely a foot tall, but if – Jay swallowed with realization – she went head first, it would be a quite perfect fit. Hoisting herself up higher, Jay could see that the small lake beneath would take a jump of two feet. At the very least, anyhow. If she did not make it? Well, let’s just say she would not be going anywhere. Jay lifted herself up, so she was just above eye level with the window. If this did not work, freedom would not ensue. Actual captivity would not either. Hands trembling, Jay squatted on the window sill, looking very strange, if anyone could even see her. Jay’s hands were trembling, and her heart was beating to sloud she thought the guards would be able to hear it and come rushing. An odd ringing noise sounded in Jay’s ears, and with a last look at the prison, she leapt.

Links to stories / roleplays: I am in Camp NaNoWriMo for April, here is a link to my account; http://campnanowrimo.org/campers/ornader/stats
Other: I am on the Inklings discussion, and I do a lot of random writing. Also, I know it is Sunday, but I discovered this today and got excited. I understand if I do need to wait a week to enter. :3

[Artesian]

decided that since no new ideas are occurring to me that I would revamp fairy tales / disney movie versions of fairy tales

so I was thinking of starting w/ beauty and the beast.
so the beast would literally be sociopathic and talk to his furniture because he's absolutely kind of not all there [what I'm thinking of]
and of course I'll try and expand Belle's personality a bit more.

but where should it be set?????? >>;

Oh, do Bluebeard! A modern Bluebeard would be so awesome. o.o

*cough* And as for Beauty and the Beast, I think a Russian setting would do nicely for the story, if you feel comfortable with writing about that setting. :3

[eden .]

well I was thinking of like a super specific setting like "apartment" or "school" or "workplace" or something but yes thank you arty ^^

[Artesian]

well I was thinking of like a super specific setting like "apartment" or "school" or "workplace" or something but yes thank you arty ^^

But, but Russia. D: *cough* Beauty and the Beast in a school setting has already been done, I think... I'd be amazingly surprised if it hadn't. A situation like a workplace though, with the Beast as the boss and Belle as a subordinate who really needs the job could mimic the power-balance of Beauty and the Beast where Beauty is trapped in the castle.

[eden .]

Yeah I was looking at a summary for this adaptation called "Beastly" and I read the desc for the male lead and I was like "|: somewhat generic but ok"
it's set in a school -_-

idk how I'd do a workplace situation, and I'm also trying to figure out how much of the original story I want to include. I'm fairly certain I don't want to have any "magical" aspects except for the ones that the male lead has imagined up for himself in his own little fantasy world where he is a prince or royalty or whatever.

[princess pudding]

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[meku]

thanks witch! c: (or lush. xD)

I'm wanting to make a smaller roleplay, with only 4 people, and so far, I have already 3 (including myself). Would anyone else be interested in this plot? (Not sure on genders yet- so far I know I would like to be female.)

It's based on the mortal instrument books.

Almost 5 years after the downworlders and shadowhunter's had fought together, more and more nephilim have started to rebel against the clave, believing what they did was wrong, and that nephilim and downworlds should be apart of separate worlds. As the years had progressed, the clave found that these rebellious shadowhunters were killing downworlders, and even their own kind- nephilim. That's when the clave had enough, and had to step in. They trained 10-12 year old shadowhunters to do one job- get rid of the rebellious nephilim. After plenty years of training, these children were now young adults, and were ready to start their duty.

There are roles, but I still have to think of them... xD

I believe the literacy will be anywhere from 10+ sentences, but I'm not quite sure.

Pretty much, they have to get rid of the nephilim that are killing their own kind, and are killing downworlders. I was thinking on doing this on awesomesauce. xD

[climbing{the}world]

Thank you so much for accepting me! <3

[Rolly-chan]

Sorry, I wasn't really online the past week. University and the internship really do eat my time sometimes D:

@ Rolly-polly: I didn't remember what past perfect was called, so I looked it up on Wikipedia, and thanked whatever Gods may be for having English as my native language, and not French. So many different past tenses. o.o Doesn't German have a bunch too? And as for changing perspectives, I think I know what you mean? Hmm. Is POV something that can be passed from character to character, like tossing a ball back and forth? Thanks for the advice. :3

Lol, people like giving me different nicknames, it seems XD
Well, English has really MANY different tenses, at least I remember learning somewhere around 20 of them (you know, present progressive, past progressive, present perfect progressive, past perfect progressive and whatever else there is that's not necessarily progressive XD). German only has Present, Past, Present Perfect, Past perfect, future 1 and future 2 (which would probably equate to will-future and would-future). No progressives for us XD Of course there are the subjunctives, but those aren't really tenses, so...
Russian has even less. Only three tenses - Present, Past and Future. xD

I think that's a good comparison - tossing the PoV around like a ball from person to person ^^ You know, like those little rounds where you pass on the "talking stone" or some other kind of item that means you are the one to speak at the moment. I think it's possible to pull it off. But in general, you can do almost everything with writing - the question is rather whether anyone will read and like it. But as you see, there are quite some people that have no problem with perspective-switches ^^

@AATTK
Ooooh, a sociopathic Beast. Nice. If you make Belle schizoid, that would be even more cool xD
Btw, you could still make it set in a school... but the Beast and Belle could be working there. You know, as teachers or, Idk, janitor? XDDD Maybe even an elementary school.
Or in a jail. That would be kind of funny, too. For me it would be something out of my comfort zone. But I'm thinking about writing a story set in a psychiatric ward at the moment, to process my experiences from the one I'm currently still working at. So that could have influenced me with this suggestion *cough*

@eggnog
Sorry, I'm not really a roleplayer. I'm a control-freak. I need to have control over the plot, the characters - everything XD although I'm really not in control anyway, my characters kind of take the lead from time to time

[a_bowtie]

Username:
♏ist8ken
Nickname:
♏ist, 8, or ♏ist8k is fine~
Writing Preferences:
Anything really. I'll sometimes scribble out a poem, or try to write a novel/story. Other than that, I try to roleplay as much as i can with a busy schedule.
Example:


Act One:
If love is what we feed upon, why does it not fill me up? Why am I still...unsatisfied? Emerald Stone wondered to himself, blinking his pale green and grayish-silver eyes. Being a changeling wasn't too different from being a regular pony, at least that's what he thought. The stallion thought that if he had wings and a horn, he'd be just like the royal alicorns. That, however wasn't the case. Queen Equinox, the leader of the changelings, had her army arranged perfectly, Emerald Stone being the lead commander. He stood in front, his hooves locked in place as he gazed ahead, meeting his Queen's gaze as she trotted to the front of her loyal subjects.
"Attention, all of my lovely, loyal subjects. Today is the big day-" She paused, adding to the anticipation. "The day we conquer Canterlot!" The moment Queen Equinox announced this, all of the Changelings grinned evilly, some laughing maniacally, and some even stomping their golden-booted hooves in anticipation. Commander Emerald Stone of the Changelings only smiled, knowing it was the minimum requirement of responses. The stallion received a nod from his Queen, then turned to face his battalion.
"We haven't won just yet, and the battle hasn't even begun," Emerald began. "Assume your disguises now, then blend in with the crowd." Within a few heartbeats, the enormous herd of Changelings were soon many unique pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies. Even Queen Equinox took the form of a petite, junoesque alicorn model known as Snowflake, and Emerald Stone took the form of Bandage Gear, the steampunk alicorn from Applewood. An evil smirk crossed the commanders face as they made their way to Canterlot, soon to blend in with the civilians that would be deprived of their love and friendship.

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“Jeez, Maple! Do you have to brush my hair so hard?” Cherry Bloom complained as the maple colored unicorn pulled the brush away. The alicorn only received a shake of the head as Maple smiled, then continued to brush her hair, only slightly gentler than before. The mare sighed, waiting for her hair to be finished. She could feel each curl land gracefully at her shoulders, making the soon-to-be princess look older than she was. Did my sisters feel like this? Cherry Bloom wondered as she gazed at her reflection. Now that her hair was up in a luxurious bun, with curls and braids everywhere, the alicorn couldn’t believe that the mare in the mirror was her.
Maple was grinning ear to ear, helping Cherry Bloom to her hooves. Without warning, the unicorn had the alicorn in a lacy, pink and white silk dress that seemed to resemble cherry blossoms in the spring. Cherry Bloom’s eyes went wide as the corset part of the dress was laced up tightly, making it hard to breathe at first until she got used to it. Her eyes darted to the glass case beside her, which contained what would be her crown soon.
“You’d better get moving. You get your crown soon enough,” Maple started to smirk, blocking the headpiece from Cherry Bloom’s sight. “Then you get to meet your soon-to-be husband.” That word made Cherry cringe, making her stomp her foot at the top of the stairs. The silver boot, tipped with gold, made the sound loud, and made Maple step back. The alicorn looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes.
“I may be the princess of love, but I don’t want to be married!” Cherry Bloom seemed to growl before heading down the staircase. Maple only sighed, turning away to clean up the mess. Soon, the Royal Guards would take the crown to the ceremony, and wait for the moment to bring forth the crown to the new princess.

Act Two:
Chills ran down her spine as she waited for the trumpets to play. Cherry Bloom could hear the quiet chatter of ponies through the large, white doors. Or was that her teeth, nervously clattering about? Without anything better to do, she stared straight at the door, each tiny nick and crack on the large surface now more noticeable. Some of the glossy white paint had even began to chip away, revealing a stained oak color underneath. A nudge on her shoulder made her stiffen, a pale green hoof pulling her close. She could hear a quiet chuckle from behind her, and she knew. Him, she thought to herself before turning around. She turned slowly, looking up at the tall, mint-colored stallion. She stared at his pale, purple eyes for a few heartbeats, though she couldn't read his emotions very well.
"Hello, Princess Bloom." He said softly, a gentle smile spreading across his face like butter on toast. Smooth. Elegant. Perfect. Too perfect for Cherry Bloom, if she was honest. His smile was enough to make the mare look away, blushing slightly. It made her wonder where the flaws were. If there were flaws in her, surely there would be at least one in him. Somewhere in that cheesy smile, or even in those dazzling green eyes that always looked emotionless.
"You know you can call me Cherry, Tsuchi. You are my..." The soon-to-be princess almost gaged as she said the word. "Fiancé..." She still was disappointed, frustrated, and confused that she had to be married. Especially to him. Why can't I be a single princess? She asked herself as Prince Tsuchi placed his wing on her shoulder to be a gentlecolt and comfort her. Even though it only made her feel worse. Another smile flashed from Tsuchi, but this time, it was a nervous grin.
"Forget you saw me before you were supposed to. You need to concentrate on getting your crown." The prince replied, not glancing back at Cherry Bloom as he trotted away. This made her stomach flip flop as she turned back towards the doors, now hearing the trumpets play. Finally, she thought with a sigh as she sat up straight, waiting for the large, imperfect doors to open.

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They were in. Now they waited for the ceremony to begin. The doors opened, trumpets playing loudly in celebration. No one knew they were there. Queen Equinox, or "Snowflake," as her disguise was, and Emerald Stone, AKA; Bandage Gear, sat in the front row, acting as if they were distant relatives to the soon-to-be princess. Emerald Stone's eyes went wide as Cherry Bloom walked in, heading up the middle row aisle. His mouth began to water as he felt the sisterly love connection between the alicorn and Princess Stride and Princess Flight. A single flick of his ear was all it took.
The Changelings showed their true forms, some quickly blocking the exits as the other moved in, attacking the shocked ponies. Queen Equinox laughed evilly, slowly meeting the Canterlot rulers. Emerald Stone’s eyes softened and paled as he approached the cowering Cherry Bloom. Their eyes met, her soft pink ones filled with fear and confusion, while his were empty and deep. He could hear Queen Equinox take over the other princesses, but ignored it as he stared at the alicorn, whose eyes now brimmed with angry, remorseful tears. Emerald Stone was momentarily distracted by a scream of terror that came from the inner halls, and as his head turned slightly to see who had screamed, he was lunged at by Cherry Bloom, her eyes full of hate and anger towards everything.

Act 3:
Emerald Stone opened an eye, his other squeezed shut still from his flinch. Cherry Bloom was floating above him, trapped in one of Queen Equinox’s dark bubbles of magic. The dark blue glow from the magic bubble shone brightly in the now dim, dark, almost-empty room. The Queen narrowed her eyes at the stallion, scowling.
“Pay attention, commander!” She scolded, turning away. “Escort her to Canterlot’s dungeon. We have won the battle today. The others will be drained of their magic, and sent to their cells.”
“Yes, your Highness.” Emerald Stone said quietly before nosing the bubble containing Cherry Bloom towards the stairway. He glanced up at her, tilting his head as he noticed Cherry Bloom’s back to him. A smirk crawled to his face as he spoke.
“What’s wrong, lovely? You get your own room and everything. I’m sure it’s not that bad being locked up in a cold, dark, wet room for the rest of your life, your only purpose to let us feed off of the love you have for your sisters and your fiancé.” That stupid crooked smile of his made Cherry Bloom want to flee.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” Cherry Bloom said as she forced a smile, turning to face him in her bubble. “I’ve always wanted to live in the dungeon, and I hear that it’s very nice to summer in there. Nice, dark, cold, and wet. That must really impress the ladies when you tell them they’re going to spend the rest of their days in the royal dungeon, feeding their love for others to Changelings.”



Links to stories / roleplays:
Cursed Hearts, a WIP.
Other:
I am apart of the Semi-Lit+ group~ :::)