by friggin' foxes » Fri Apr 07, 2017 10:35 pm
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+Username+: 9TailedFox
+Pronouns+: He/him
+Name+: Nyan
+If they could write a book, what would it be about?+:He would write a book about his own life, the boring, depressing life that seemed to loom over him like a shadow, stalking him whenever he may go. His life as a boy growing older knowing nothing but the pain of loss, the lies, never knowing who he could really trust.+Genre of book+: The boy stood alone in the rain, a single red rose in his hand. Wet droplets hit the leaves and ran down to the tip before falling onto his hand, he looked down at the grave where people had mourned for something he had lost. Yet he stood there with no tears, he didn't have any left after all. From loosing so much he had ran dry. Whats one more thing to say good by too? Did it matter?
He placed the crimson flower down upon the damp ground, but accidentally, he pricked his paw on one of the roses sharp, dagger like thorns. He watched the blood slowly get washed away by the cold rain.
When was it that he lost his first precious thing? He wondered to himself, it was just like a small prick, like the thorns, it had healed, washed away by the rain of time. When? Why did he want to remember? He couldn't answer these questions, he only tried to dig deeper into his clouded memories, that seemed to have shattered into pieces like a glass cup, and it seemed he was to trying frantically to pick up those pieces, but could he ever put them back together, even if he happened to find them? Staring at the grave trying to remember what had he lost, he looked to raven who perched its self in a dead tree, trying its best to stay out of the cold, Nyan only stared, the black bird caught his gaze and flew up in a flurry of feathers as the world was painted monochrome, was this the world he had been living in? He walked up and picked up a feather, and studied it closely, his eyes grew wide as he turned it, the feather seemed to change colors, from the empty black, to scarlet and then into an emerald green. If the feather was pure black yet it still could hold color, did that mean his life could have color too? How would he find that color to hide his darkness? Was it even possible?×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
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by Wileyfangs » Mon Apr 10, 2017 1:40 am
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if they could write a book, what would it be about?: A story about a boy who lived in a world that was past this time. A future. Where the world of before was a distant memory no one remembered very well and where society picked what you did, what you ate, and how you did things all for you. There are robots and androids who do things for you too and in this world no one has a choice because if they did, they'd get hurt and no one wants to get hurt. In this era there is nothing left that isn't inorganic, even the protagonist isn't without his how cyborg interaction. He has metal growing on his arm which replaces the skin and bones underneath. It's considered a sign of adulthood to be chosen to grow metal.
And yet. The boy can't help but feel this queer notion that something isn't right. It isn't until he goes to the furthest section in town, further than he's ever been and he sees the horizon touch the wasteland. Out there, there is nothing. No survival, no sanity. No civilization. But out there he spots a butterfly with clockwork markings on it's wings and he feels the strangest notion that he wants to go out there. He wants out. [207/300]
genre of book: Futuristic fiction/Dystopian
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by cherubim » Mon Apr 10, 2017 12:12 pm
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✦username// crepuscular.
✦babusagi name// daichi
✦pronouns// he/him
✦genre of book// autobiography/satire
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☞if they could write a book, what would it be about?
daichi is one interesting individual, and he will say so himself. this little babusagi is not only very... confident in himself, but also very boastful. (he even has a shirt with his own face on it - he actually wears it out.) hence, if he were to write a book, it would be an autobiography.
this little trooper has been through a lot in his life; being sold off to various owners, all of which pretty much used him as a transportation device, and he's never stayed in one set house. of course, he would never actually tell anyone that. well, he'd probably make up some things to make him look cooler, but hey, this is daichi we're talking about; it's to be expected.
however, because of daichi's known exaggeration and little 'add-on's' in his stories, his autobiography would be classed as satire, due to the simple fact that honestly, no one would believe the amount of rubbish in that. (daichi would, of course, stand up and give a roaring speech as to why it is true, but he would get ignored because honestly, what babusagi knows how to drive a car; a formula one race car at that.)
really, daichi would be a better comedian than an author. maybe that's why he hasn't gotten around that biography yet.
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by eltonn » Sat Apr 15, 2017 10:19 am
alright, so since only three people finished their forms in time.... uwu
im giving an extension to 4/17/17!
please try to get them done by then, everyone!
i know i said i wouldn't give an extension, but uwu; with only three entries, i feel like there needs to be more..
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by serotonin. » Tue Apr 18, 2017 9:55 am
username: stardew.
pronouns: she/her
name: Sybella
if they could write a book, what would it be about?: Sybella would write a time traveller romance, where a human from modern day society gets pushed back. Her time frame is flexible, though 1300's highlands is her favorite, she is also enthralled with the idea of a 60's housewife sort of ideal. The main characters would (as the tone of a romance usually goes) fall in love, though she can never seem to decide who's world they end up staying in. Typically, a female of the modern world goes back in time. Perhaps a historian, so she would know about the era and be able to tell and warn her beloved of what's to happen.
genre of book: romance/fantasy
edit: I know this is short but I am crunched for time. <3
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