{ ＩＮＫＬＩＮＧＳ } LOCK! NEW THREAD

[nutella ♥]

Previous Username: w i n n i e.
New Username: nutella ♥
What you'd like to be called now: just nutella or nut is fine c:

Also, I'd just like some feedback on the basic outline of a short story I'm writing for a contest. The topic of the contest is post-apocalyptic, and to be honest this is the first time I've tried to write something like this. I'm considering calling it "Plague" but I'm definitely open to other suggestions - that one kind of sounds a little cheesy, no? XD

So basically, a virus (still without a name) has spread through America. It was originally used in animal testing to put animals to sleep easier, but a lab worker came in contact with it and it penetrated his entire body within minutes. After twenty-four hours of observation he lost control of his limbs and started showing side effects, eventually resulting to death. They thought that would be the end of the virus, but one other scientist had come in contact with the infected man's skin earlier. Since then he'd gone home, kissed his wife, hugged his children and shaken hands with a dozen people on the street. You get the idea, the virus spreads through human contact. So basically all countries are put on "lockdown" and every citizen of America is forced to leave the country after being tested for the virus.

I won't go into detail about the main character and how she comes into play, because its all kind of complicated and I'm still figuring it all out myself XD what I'm worried about is that there are some flaws to this post-apocalyptic world. Can someone please fool-proof it for me? XD
thanks, -nut

[climbing{the}world]

I'm in the contest, too! hehe, may the best writer write. C:

I like the idea. Keep going with it, but don't give any more away. cx

[candu]

Nutella, that sounds really interesting, but I wouldn't read it. Post-apocolyptic stuff creeps me out (well, except Warm Bodies... that was a good movie)

Does anyone here have a planning notebook/binder? Because I'm starting a binder to plan some novels and want to know what other's are like.

[nutella ♥]

@[fool-of-a-took] Thanks! And good luck with your story as well, may the best writer write, as you said. c:
@Khajina Normally I'd agree with you there, this is the first time I've tried writing something like this. It's definitely different from what I usually write.

[g0ne]

hey guys! I was wondering if anyone would mind giving me some feedback on the opening of my novella - I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!

I awoke to a soft but distinctly audible grunt from the next room over. Blearily, I glanced at the watch on my bedside table, and was shocked to discover that it was nearly noontime. With a leap that demonstrated the a finesse my tree-climbing ancestors would have been proud of, I hopped over to my wardrobe and hastily pulled on something appropriate for the day.
Still buttoning my shirt, my waistcoat flung over my shoulder, I moved into the bright hallway and rapped on the next door.
"Enter," the inhabitant sighed.
I rattled the handle, but could not open the door. "Locked, Richard," I replied.
There was another disconsolate sigh and then the door opened. Inside, the curtains were drawn and the spacious bedroom was lit by a single massive pillar candle. The monitor lizard at the door shaded his red eyes against the brilliant light gushing in through the window, an irate look on his long narrow face. He was melanistic, the entirety of his lithe body being dark like ebony. What really made him stand out, however, were his tattoos -- shockingly red spirals over his eyes, and his shoulders.
"I'm shedding, Hans."
I looked at him with sympathy. The silvery tone to his normally glossy black and gray scales, plus the near-white sheen of his hand, verified his statement. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Quite," he hissed. "So now, if you don't mind, I'm going to close this door, and try to quickly end this merciless itching!"
"Do you care if I go to the --"
As an answer, he shut the door. With that, I walked away.

[climbing{the}world]

Nutella, that sounds really interesting, but I wouldn't read it. Post-apocolyptic stuff creeps me out (well, except Warm Bodies... that was a good movie)

Does anyone here have a planning notebook/binder? Because I'm starting a binder to plan some novels and want to know what other's are like.

I'm actually re-designing my writing desk so it serves all of my needs as a writer. I can describe how I organize everything - including a binder - if you'd like...?

[roseangel2]

I had a new idea for a story recently, but I can't decide if it's good enough to actually work on right now or if I need to put it the 'Ol Hat(It's a thing I do where I post different story ideas I have and the number of votes on each idea determines which one I do next.*shifty eyes*. 'Cause I can't decide on my own sometimes....[this is on another site, not here])

If someone could tell me what they think of this summary, that would be great!

Grace has always been a bit different. When she touches someone, she sees their death...from their eyes. She can see the mythical moment where they ascend to...somewhere, but not where they go. They just...dissapear.

She lives her whole life with gloves on and eyes down. She doesn't like touching people and, understandably, has never had a serious relationship. How do you date someone who you see die everytime you touch them?

That is, until the day that Jamie comes into her life. He grabs her when she trips and she is so flustered that she has already walked away before she realizes that she hadn't seen his death. How was that possible? Everyone dies, right?

With that simple action, Grace is launched into a world of the supernatural where not everyone dies(because they're already dead), not everything can be seen(Because it is magical) and all bets are off(Because no one should ever bet with a faery queen.).

[runnershigh]

Previous Username: ✂ Ｉ Ｎ Ｓ Ａ Ｎ Ｅ.
New Username: written in my blood.
What you'd like to be called now: sandy, insane, blood or thalia

[runnershigh]

I had a new idea for a story recently, but I can't decide if it's good enough to actually work on right now or if I need to put it the 'Ol Hat(It's a thing I do where I post different story ideas I have and the number of votes on each idea determines which one I do next.*shifty eyes*. 'Cause I can't decide on my own sometimes....[this is on another site, not here])

If someone could tell me what they think of this summary, that would be great!

Grace has always been a bit different. When she touches someone, she sees their death...from their eyes. She can see the mythical moment where they ascend to...somewhere, but not where they go. They just...dissapear.

She lives her whole life with gloves on and eyes down. She doesn't like touching people and, understandably, has never had a serious relationship. How do you date someone who you see die everytime you touch them?

That is, until the day that Jamie comes into her life. He grabs her when she trips and she is so flustered that she has already walked away before she realizes that she hadn't seen his death. How was that possible? Everyone dies, right?

With that simple action, Grace is launched into a world of the supernatural where not everyone dies(because they're already dead), not everything can be seen(Because it is magical) and all bets are off(Because no one should ever bet with a faery queen.).

{- sorry for double posting^^ -} this. sounds. amazing. omg could you send me it once you've written a little? i'd love to read it!!!

[Artesian]

I had a new idea for a story recently, but I can't decide if it's good enough to actually work on right now or if I need to put it the 'Ol Hat(It's a thing I do where I post different story ideas I have and the number of votes on each idea determines which one I do next.*shifty eyes*. 'Cause I can't decide on my own sometimes....[this is on another site, not here])

If someone could tell me what they think of this summary, that would be great!

Grace has always been a bit different. When she touches someone, she sees their death...from their eyes. She can see the mythical moment where they ascend to...somewhere, but not where they go. They just...dissapear.

She lives her whole life with gloves on and eyes down. She doesn't like touching people and, understandably, has never had a serious relationship. How do you date someone who you see die everytime you touch them?

That is, until the day that Jamie comes into her life. He grabs her when she trips and she is so flustered that she has already walked away before she realizes that she hadn't seen his death. How was that possible? Everyone dies, right?

With that simple action, Grace is launched into a world of the supernatural where not everyone dies(because they're already dead), not everything can be seen(Because it is magical) and all bets are off(Because no one should ever bet with a faery queen.).

I would actually read this. Sounds like it could be very interesting!