Fiction Writers, share a bit?

[Fullmetal Xeno]

I would love to hear a bit about what you guys are currently writing, or what types of stories you write.

I always love almost writing myself into the book. Trying to think like the main character would. Right now I'm working on a story about a girl who is on the run from these two men that seem to be part of a bigger organization bent on destroying her and those like her. I haven't really decided what she is yet. I would rather not go the vampire or werewolf route :P maybe something more along the lines of being a mutant or something. It takes place around the Seattle area since I live near there. Anyway, that's really all I have right now.

What's your style? If you are willing to share.

I'm working plenty of stories, but right now mainly one. It's a grand fantasy like Lord of the Rings, but only plans to match the scope, not rip anything off. I've done some new twists and turns with my world in general. I've evaluated some annoying fantasy cliches and decided to change it and do something new for once. I want to make a world original and fresh, i want to be the next Tolkien. But in the non- copy type of way. I want my characters and everything to be something new. I plan on looking at languages and evaluating them, so i can fully develop one language i fell in love with. I was inspired by Sindarin, but i want my language to be different in it's own right.

Im still worldbuilding and developing, but just that main story alone is what i plan for it. I want to write Grand fantasy to adventure to sci-fi.

[Jethelin]

I am working on a piece in my story that I want to be visually extremely creepy. The kind of creepy that makes you kind of shiver when you are reading it alone in a unlit room at night. So far I have the pictures running in my head and have successfully given myself the chills. Now I just need to put it into words. So far so good though. I think I would officially piss myself in my MCs shoes. Luckily they are a lot braver than me.

I'm trying to write a low-fantasy story with deep relationships between a group of five (ten actually in a way) people, and have them live in just as deep and rich of a world. The number of people in said group will jump up to anywhere from 11-20 by the end of my story telling and I have no idea if I can pull that off without getting way too wordy. Shouldn't be a problem though since some are going to be the good guys and some bad in a few different ways. Plenty of options to choose from at the moment. The political drama that I have been struggling with for a bit has finally faded into the background and is being replaced with action and deeper character development.

I'm also around 20k-30k words away from being done with what will hopefully be the first book in what I want to be a trilogy. I think I will post a couple excerpts of my actual MCs doing stuff instead of the introduction and one filler piece I've posted on this site. Need to let the reviewing people tear it apart so I know if I'm on the right track or not.

I am also realllllyyyyy needing to work on some names. All of my five MCs besides one are named Bname, B2name, G2name, G3name. The former Gname is the only one who has received an actual name so far . Same with a few of the nations involved.

[shaylyn]

I've written in a different thread that I love dark, disturbing books. I was working on one for a while about a girl (with basically the mentality of a little girl) who is battling with an eating disorder and self harm living with a boy who is abusive and every night she is chased and harassed by this monster. Creepy monster with no face and really long sharp nails (kind of like the child eater in Pan's Labrynth). It's very fantastical as there's talking animals and even a dead, mauled rabbit that sings to her. It was all so morbid and depressing that I had to stop because I was beginning to get suicidal thoughts. I may return to finish it some day, but for now, I don't think I'm quite ready yet, emotionally.

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I'm focusing on Nonfiction for class right now, but most of my fiction is typically emotional family/friend drama, sometimes set against a violent crime or sometimes not. I try to vary my stories but that's typically my MO.

[Jethelin]

I've written in a different thread that I love dark, disturbing books. I was working on one for a while about a girl (with basically the mentality of a little girl) who is battling with an eating disorder and self harm living with a boy who is abusive and every night she is chased and harassed by this monster. Creepy monster with no face and really long sharp nails (kind of like the child eater in Pan's Labrynth). It's very fantastical as there's talking animals and even a dead, mauled rabbit that sings to her. It was all so morbid and depressing that I had to stop because I was beginning to get suicidal thoughts. I may return to finish it some day, but for now, I don't think I'm quite ready yet, emotionally.

Sounds very creepy but very interesting at the same time. I'm also into really dark and maybe a bit depressing books. I have no idea why. But in my story they are in this forest (the dark evil cliched forest of doom actualy ) at night and they run into these completely black deer with big completely white glowing orbs eyes that just stare without blinking. Hard to explain now that i'm not actually writing about it. But I have them run into the deer, the deer runs away, then when they are trying to get out of the forest because even weirder and worse things are happening, they see the white orb-eyes following them to the sides but vanish in the dark soon after they are spotted. Adds a bit to the over all creepiness in my opinion, along with the big things happening. I'm hoping the deer are a kind of original idea, but they just popped into my head one night making me think I have read about them somewhere else or something but can't remember where.

[Daniel_Allan]

Sorry to hear that you've yet to enjoy a good vampire book ( because dracula, in all honesty, wasn't even good enough to spell with a capital letter).

Try Brian Lumley - Necroscope series. (scifi vampires from ancient Romania (transilvania) and an alternate dimention. Strong, scary.
Also,
I am legend, the original (not the motion picture adaption).

[Felipe]

CHAPTER EIGHT



YON ZACK



The women had made all of the purchases that they wanted, so they all sailed back to Playa Del Carmen. Arriving late in the evening of the third day, they were all tired from the voyage. They ate a good supper then went to sleep early.

Jeanne Pierre was sleeping soundly when something woke him up. His light blue eyes sprung wide open, then he rose up on his elbows looking toward the foot of the bed. Isabel was standing there looking at him with an urgent look on her face. She appeared very real, but she was slightly transparent, he could see the details of the room through her body.

“What are you doing here? What is going on?”

“You are dreaming, rise quickly, I have something very important to show you.” she replied.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed noticing that he could also see through his legs. He rose then looked at the bed. He saw himself still sleeping as Angelica held little Andre under her arm, all three were sound asleep. He looked at Isabel who looked up at the ceiling, then rose and passed through it.

He too looked up and he began to rise. He passed through the roof easily, then followed Isabel to the coast. She landed easily looking out at his ship. She held her left palm up and Jeanne Pierre looked at it. The flesh in the center of her palm sunk into a perfect circle as out of the center of her palm rose a thin point of flesh. This grew into a needle with two ends on it as the points of the compass appeared in fine detail. He looked at the bearing that the needle was pointing.

“Do you have the bearing?” she asked.

“Yes.” he replied.

“Come quickly, there is no time to lose.” she again rose up and flew along the bearing that the compass had indicated. They began moving at an incredible speed, the sun swept overhead and quickly set, followed by the moon. This happened three times, then she slowed and pointed ahead.

A ship was fleeing before a fleet, Jeanne Pierre counted thirteen ships pursuing the lead ship. Fire and smoke belched from the ships as the smoke swept back along their sides. The fleeing ship was also returning fire but was taking many hits as it was so badly outnumbered.

They approached closer as one of the ships came in small arms range. Jeanne Pierre looked down to see Yon Zack in the lead ship, stuffing a small bag of powder as he manned the stern gun. A loud buzzing sound approached then Yon Zack's right shoulder exploded in a spray of blood and flesh. He staggered backwards, then regained his feet and ran back to the cannon. His right arm hung loosely by his side as he stuffed a cannonball in with his left hand. Lighting the fuse with his cigar, he returned fire. Again a loud buzzing like an angry hornet approached. This time his right thigh was hit as blood and pieces of bone shot out of the back and sprayed on the deck behind him. He went to his knees and took out another bag of powder.

“No!” Jeanne Pierre shouted, “I must help him!” looking at Isabel.

“You are dreaming, this will happen in three days. It is imperative that you sail by noon along the bearing that I showed you if you are to save him. Wake up now.”

Jeanne Pierre sat up in bed, then quickly ran to the pavilion and began to ring the bell furiously. People began to walk up sleepily wiping their eyes. Victoria put on a pot of coffee as Jeanne Pierre glanced around at the growing crowd. Satisfied that the key players were there, he began.

“Isabel appeared to me in a dream. Yon Zack will be in dire straits in three days. I saw him being pursued by thirteen vessels. He was shot twice while I observed. His right leg was broken and his right arm was also shot, hanging uselessly by his side. Still, he was loading the cannon and fighting back. I have the compass bearing, it is imperative that we make sail by noon to rescue him.”

“Did you see the nationality of the ships that were chasing him?” Felipe asked.

Jeanne Pierre looked at him, “Yes, they were Spanish, probably the Manila galleons that returned to Spain after Juan Carlos left there. We must stock the ships and leave immediately, Isabel said that it is imperative that we make sail before noon if we are to intercept and save him.”

“How many ships do we have in port right now?” Batu asked.

“Eight, with his ship that makes nine against thirteen” Felipe replied.

“I will take those odds. Quickly! Let us supply the ships!”

They rose and all ran in different directions. Well before noon the ships were stocked with provisions and set sail. The women watched from the shore as once again, their men sailed off into battle, but this time they knew that they were outnumbered.

Carmen dropped to her kness and they all followed her lead. They joined hands as Carmen said a prayer out loud for the safe return of their men.

[Yoshiko]

I'm not exactly the most imaginative writer.

I began taking fiction writing seriously six years ago (after several years of writing simply for fun) and after experimenting with a number of genres I think I've found my niche: (homoerotic) romance. Kind of. Technically, my definition of romance and the definition given by publishers of the genre doesn't match-up, but in the end I'm still writing stories about romantic/sexual relationships. It's not what I set out to write when I originally began writing -- in fact, I was writing fantasy! -- but this is what works for me. I write realistic settings, based on the places I've visited, and most of my stories are set in or around the year they are written. The type of characters I've been writing for the past couple of years are pretty typical (of characters in their early-to-mid 20s) of the current times: they're struggling in the recession, they're trying find their place in society and they're obsessed with technology and pop culture. If you want, you could say I write the NEET stereotype most.