What are you Writing now?

**Frownland** · 03-12-2018, 03:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Trollheart

Get to the ****ing point, already! What's with all the rambling and big words?

Even when being ironic you manage to be redundant smh

Oriphiel · 03-16-2018, 01:38 PM

Some stories for Hawk...

Margaret: Part One

Margaret spent her days taking orders and washing dishes at a shitty diner, and servicing truckers in the back alley for extra cash. After realizing that she was making more money giving blowjobs than slaving for tips, she became a fulltime prostitute. Her new profession went well, until an undercover cop busted her, and she was forced to give him a cut of her profits and a blowjob every other day to avoid time in prison.

Margaret: Part Two

Margaret spent her free time pining over her neighbor. She was greatly attracted to him, but couldn't imagine that a guy like him would ever see anything in a prostitute like her, and never found the courage to tell him how she felt. She did her best to hide her feelings away in the box in her heart where she put all of her useless things.

Good thing she did. He was a serial killer.

Bob: Part One

Bob was an expert at his craft, having trained in it since childhood. He was by far the most skilled member of his field. He started a company after graduating college, and built it into an empire. A rival empire with more connections than his soon swooped in and performed a hostile takeover. A few days later, a mugger threw acid in Bob's face while he was walking his dog, permanently blinding him. His wife and family divided his fortune, and abandoned him.

Bob: Part Two

Bob became a beggar so that he could afford food. One night, an old friend from college came to visit him. His name was Jim, and his career as a botanist was going well.

While sharing a beer with Bob, Jim told him that he should pull himself up by his bootstraps. Bob finished the beer, and then beat him to death with the bottle.

Trollheart · 03-16-2018, 02:08 PM

Jim-Bob?

Trollheart · 03-16-2018, 02:11 PM

What, are you writing "now"?
Yes. Yes, I am, as it happens.

~~MicShazam~~ · 03-16-2018, 02:15 PM

I've got some old comics and short stories somewhere, but I guess I eventually just sort of realized that writing fiction wasn't my thing.

OccultHawk · 03-16-2018, 03:32 PM

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Originally Posted by Oriphiel

Some stories for Hawk...

Margaret: Part One

Margaret spent her days taking orders and washing dishes at a shitty diner, and servicing truckers in the back alley for extra cash. After realizing that she was making more money giving blowjobs than slaving for tips, she became a fulltime prostitute. Her new profession went well, until an undercover cop busted her, and she was forced to give him a cut of her profits and a blowjob every other day to avoid time in prison.

Margaret: Part Two

Margaret spent her free time pining over her neighbor. She was greatly attracted to him, but couldn't imagine that a guy like him would ever see anything in a prostitute like her, and never found the courage to tell him how she felt. She did her best to hide her feelings away in the box in her heart where she put all of her useless things.

Good thing she did. He was a serial killer.

Bob: Part One

Bob was an expert at his craft, having trained in it since childhood. He was by far the most skilled member of his field. He started a company after graduating college, and built it into an empire. A rival empire with more connections than his soon swooped in and performed a hostile takeover. A few days later, a mugger threw acid in Bob's face while he was walking his dog, permanently blinding him. His wife and family divided his fortune, and abandoned him.

Bob: Part Two

Bob became a beggar so that he could afford food. One night, an old friend from college came to visit him. His name was Jim, and his career as a botanist was going well.

While sharing a beer with Bob, Jim told him that he should pull himself up by his bootstraps. Bob finished the beer, and then beat him to death with the bottle.

Fantastic start to finish

Serious Question: why can’t troll do this?

Trollheart · 03-16-2018, 03:44 PM

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Originally Posted by OccultHawk

Fantastic start to finish

Serious Question: why can’t troll do this?

Well, **** you, Hawk! Just for that...

Last Orders

Joey was in medical need of a drink, but he had no money. How to solve this dilemma? He decided to go to the kitchen, get a knife out of the drawer, and head down to his local liquor store. Having never pulled off a robbery before, he had the incredible bad luck to try to pull this one off while two off-duty cops were buying cigarettes. He was quickly disarmed and arrested.

As he was black and poor, he soon ended up in the jug, and as this was also Texas, he was quickly sentenced to death for just those two crimes. But the story has a happy ending, as for his last meal he ordered a beer. So he got his beer in the end.

~~MicShazam~~ · 03-16-2018, 04:02 PM

Last Orders (the Chinese pirate market verison)
Joey walked down the Sunday morning streets, his bare forearms numbed from the freezing weather. Joey didn't really notice. He was still feeling the buoyant buzz from his night-turned-moring leftover-vodka binge and needed some cheap, piss-taste beer to hold him over until his usual mid-day brandy binge could commence. The beer would serve as a sort of break for his kidney and his mind. A constant top level buzz just doesn't happen - not without killing yourself. Joey had instinctively developed a routine of peaks and valleys.

This morning, Joey had forgotten his vallet. He didn't realize until his left foot hit the first of two steps into the local corner kiosk. Still in a slightly off-center, not quite calibrated for wise decisions mindset from the vodka, Joey absent mindedly pulled a hobby knife from his left pocket as he entered the store.

Just 12 hours ago, he'd been opening boxes and putting the contents into storage at a dead-end day job. Now, knife in hand, he found himself pointing the knife tip at a wide eyed store clerk, while demanding 2 six packs of Steel Reserve. Joey was as surprised as the clerk, although slightly more dazed and a lot less attuned to the reality of the situation.

15 minutes later, cops dragging him into their van, Joey felt an ecstatic connection to the realness of life. Didn't last long, but for a split second, Joey felt more alive than he had for years.

(this has been my first and possibly last contribution to this thread. many apologies.)

OccultHawk · 03-16-2018, 04:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Trollheart

Well, **** you, Hawk! Just for that...

Last Orders

Joey was in medical need of a drink, but he had no money. How to solve this dilemma? He decided to go to the kitchen, get a knife out of the drawer, and head down to his local liquor store. Having never pulled off a robbery before, he had the incredible bad luck to try to pull this one off while two off-duty cops were buying cigarettes. He was quickly disarmed and arrested.

As he was black and poor, he soon ended up in the jug, and as this was also Texas, he was quickly sentenced to death for just those two crimes. But the story has a happy ending, as for his last meal he ordered a beer. So he got his beer in the end.

The whole point is you didn’t need that redundant last line. Or the Texas ****, even here your sorry ass is over-explaining. Holy **** you’re a bad writer.

**Frownland** · 03-16-2018, 04:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Trollheart

Well, **** you, Hawk! Just for that...

Last Orders

Joey tried to rob a liquor store and got arrested. He was then sentenced to death and had a beer for his last meal.

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03-16-2018, 01:38 PM	#612 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,355	Some stories for Hawk... Margaret: Part One Margaret spent her days taking orders and washing dishes at a shitty diner, and servicing truckers in the back alley for extra cash. After realizing that she was making more money giving blowjobs than slaving for tips, she became a fulltime prostitute. Her new profession went well, until an undercover cop busted her, and she was forced to give him a cut of her profits and a blowjob every other day to avoid time in prison. Margaret: Part Two Margaret spent her free time pining over her neighbor. She was greatly attracted to him, but couldn't imagine that a guy like him would ever see anything in a prostitute like her, and never found the courage to tell him how she felt. She did her best to hide her feelings away in the box in her heart where she put all of her useless things. Good thing she did. He was a serial killer. Bob: Part One Bob was an expert at his craft, having trained in it since childhood. He was by far the most skilled member of his field. He started a company after graduating college, and built it into an empire. A rival empire with more connections than his soon swooped in and performed a hostile takeover. A few days later, a mugger threw acid in Bob's face while he was walking his dog, permanently blinding him. His wife and family divided his fortune, and abandoned him. Bob: Part Two Bob became a beggar so that he could afford food. One night, an old friend from college came to visit him. His name was Jim, and his career as a botanist was going well. While sharing a beer with Bob, Jim told him that he should pull himself up by his bootstraps. Bob finished the beer, and then beat him to death with the bottle. __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------

03-16-2018, 02:08 PM	#613 (permalink)
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03-16-2018, 02:11 PM	#614 (permalink)
Trollheart Born to be mild Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: 404 Not Found Posts: 26,970	What, are you writing "now"? Yes. Yes, I am, as it happens. __________________ Trollheart: Signature-free since April 2018

03-16-2018, 04:02 PM	#618 (permalink)
~~MicShazam~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Aug 2015 Location: Aalborg Posts: 7,636	Last Orders (the Chinese pirate market verison) Joey walked down the Sunday morning streets, his bare forearms numbed from the freezing weather. Joey didn't really notice. He was still feeling the buoyant buzz from his night-turned-moring leftover-vodka binge and needed some cheap, piss-taste beer to hold him over until his usual mid-day brandy binge could commence. The beer would serve as a sort of break for his kidney and his mind. A constant top level buzz just doesn't happen - not without killing yourself. Joey had instinctively developed a routine of peaks and valleys. This morning, Joey had forgotten his vallet. He didn't realize until his left foot hit the first of two steps into the local corner kiosk. Still in a slightly off-center, not quite calibrated for wise decisions mindset from the vodka, Joey absent mindedly pulled a hobby knife from his left pocket as he entered the store. Just 12 hours ago, he'd been opening boxes and putting the contents into storage at a dead-end day job. Now, knife in hand, he found himself pointing the knife tip at a wide eyed store clerk, while demanding 2 six packs of Steel Reserve. Joey was as surprised as the clerk, although slightly more dazed and a lot less attuned to the reality of the situation. 15 minutes later, cops dragging him into their van, Joey felt an ecstatic connection to the realness of life. Didn't last long, but for a split second, Joey felt more alive than he had for years. (this has been my first and possibly last contribution to this thread. many apologies.) Last edited by MicShazam; 03-16-2018 at 04:28 PM.

03-16-2018, 02:15 PM	#615 (permalink)
~~MicShazam~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Aug 2015 Location: Aalborg Posts: 7,636	I've got some old comics and short stories somewhere, but I guess I eventually just sort of realized that writing fiction wasn't my thing.