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by DarkRula » Tue Jun 09, 2020 2:59 pm

Oh, I'm not expecting just sales from such a venture, despite my focus on it with that comment above. It's nice to see what others have been writing and, as you say, learn from others. Gain experience from their experiences.

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by shy guy 64 » Tue Jun 09, 2020 3:57 pm

i must look out for these communities

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by DarkRula » Mon Jul 13, 2020 2:22 pm

Just seen that my books were on Goodreads, so I claimed author control of them, adding new editions to them to reflect on changes to the covers.

Curious, I then searched for shy guy's book Frozen Fire, and sure enough it's there. No idea if you have author control, but it might be worth doing just so you can make changes where needed.

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by shy guy 64 » Mon Jul 13, 2020 7:34 pm

DarkRula wrote:Just seen that my books were on Goodreads, so I claimed author control of them, adding new editions to them to reflect on changes to the covers.

Curious, I then searched for shy guy's book Frozen Fire, and sure enough it's there. No idea if you have author control, but it might be worth doing just so you can make changes where needed.


thanks for the heads up man ill take a look

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by kerr9000 » Sun Aug 02, 2020 4:23 pm

I am pretty sure I am on GoodReads as well, I haven't written for ages but I used to write Horror under one name and Erotica under another. I kind of dropped all of this when I started more video game reviews (Specificially when I started the SNES Review Series)

Recently I noticed id put the first chapter of something I never ever finished up on my blog years ago so thought id share it here..... I do think maybe I should write some more but I just dont feel I have the time to do all the things id like to do. I thought id share it below for anyone who wanted to read it.

The Light in the Darkness
Chapter one

The coastal town of Lands’ end was thought to be a somewhat plain place as far as everyone seemed to know nothing much had ever happened in its long history. Yet for its beauty it has often attracted many holiday makers. It was certainly true that the area was filled with natural beauty, jagged rocks and perfect crystal blue water. Sticking out of these waters was an impressive structure a lighthouse which now stands abandoned, yet still remains strangely magnificent. It had been damaged and rebuilt several times, but yet there it remained standing in one form or another, always there always shinning out in to the sea, at least it did until the day it was finally turned off, until the day the light went out for the last time and the horn sounded its final cry into the night sky. Yet despite this there have always been rumours quietly mumbled in the darkest corners of local drinking establishments, rumours that this impressive tower was once the centre of a dark tale. The kind that would bring a shiver to ones spine.

The light had been turned off for the last time with not so much as a sigh or a whimper, nobody seemed to care. At the time the area had enjoyed almost full employment, times were prosperous and the joy seemed to be almost endless. Yet here in the now things are very different, so as the 20th anniversary of the day it was turned off drew closer people were told that it’s a cause for celebration a reason to embrace not only its history but the history of the area in general. Most people were more than happy to accept any invitation to raise a glass in hard times but yet alongside its intended purpose of spreading some much needed joy the announcement of celebrations also seemed to cause a rebirth of the old stories, the tales of incidents of paranormal activity began to be talked about again, only now the stories were not stuck in the darkness coming out of the mouths of drunks, they were being talked about by everyone in the light of day.

The tales told of a time long ago when the light which was supposed to be used to help keep wary travellers away from the rocks was instead perverted by five men, they were called the founders of the town. They used the lighthouses light to deliberately mislead ships, to cause them to collide against the rocks, to sink them in the hope of plundering there goods. These dark legends told of how the profits garnered from this twisted enterprise was used to expand the area, not only did it line the men’s pockets, it allowed them to live comfortably, to have families, to raise children, and this seed of evil was what the town grew out of.

Just a short drive from this point the rain was rhythmically bouncing of the roofs of the houses, some people would think this was a horrid sound, it would signify a sense of captivity.  It would mean that they were stuck inside held prisoner by the weather with no idea when it might stop, of when they would once again be free to step outside. Not everyone see’s rain in the same way though, to one particular young lady it was rather soothing. Jasmin had grown up in a large house with a big family, she was the youngest, and in fact she had later learned that really in some ways she wasn't supposed to have even exited. The doctors had told her mother that she would be unable to have another child but then three years latter against all of the odds her mother had fell pregnant. The birth had been a complex one and it had made her mother rather ill, hearing about this latter Jasmin would feel a sense of guilt but this wasn't the way her mother talked about it, her mother always refer to her as her special little miracle even when she wasn't so little anymore.

Her family might have been large but they certainly were not poor, in fact if she was asked she would have to admit that she had been rather lucky for she had come from a somewhat well-off family. There had never been anything she had been left wanting for, her mother and father had done their very best to make sure she had everything she needed but she knew that all good things must come to an end for she would need to make her own way in the world. It was with this in mind that she had applied to a university with a small campus in Cornwall an area which although wasn't the furthest point away from her family was far enough away for her to be a total stranger, for no one to know who she was or how she had been raised, this was a chance for her to see who she really was when she was away from everyone and everything she had ever known. In a way it seemed like she had only just left home and yet here she was having just finished her 2nd year of university. She had more or less only just turned twenty four as well although she had largely ignored this fact choosing instead to focus on here studies. It had been a hard few months her recently studying for her exams and staying up late in order to write the best essays she could possible write but it had turned out well, she had managed to achieve excellent grades on all of her essays and she felt confident that her exam results would come back with similarly impressive scores. All she knew now was that she had six weeks to calm down to put the past year behind her and to get ready for her final and most important year.

Jasmin had contemplated taking a break over the summer in fact in her mind she had always planned to spend the time doing some travelling.  When she had finished her exams and began to pay attention to her bank account through it soon became apparent that she simply could not afford to go travelling to strange new places so this was simple out of the question. She did consider visiting her parents after all this would not cost anything apart from the price of a train ticket and it had its advantages. Jasmin knew that if she visited her parents were she would be able to eat their food, watch there large television without having to pay for the electricity and would not have to spend a single penny on pretty much anything. At first this seemed like a great idea but then Jasmin thought about it about being back at home. She would have to hear her parents talk about how well her older sister Alisha was doing in her new job, how her and her fiancé were doing so brilliantly. Then there would be the questions, sure she could manage them asking her about her marks and if she had considered what her options would be when she had finished her course but what she couldn't deal with were the personal questions. Why had she never brought a boy home? Didn't she like boys? Was she perhaps a lesbian? 

Going home and spending time with her parents was not the perfect solution after all as it presented its own problems. Jasmin always felt smothered by talk of her wonderful sister who had already finished university, who already had a dependable trust worthy boyfriend and a full savings account. Sure it would be nice to see her folks but she wasn't sure if she could put up with spending the summer in her sisters shadow once again. It was more than that though. She had grown up in what she would describe as a large but warm family, a family filled with love but this was no longer quiet the case. There was her brother Adam. He had grown up in the same environment as her under the same rules and with all of the same chances and yet he had squandered them. He had gotten some young girl pregnant and had several problems with the law. Not only would her mother preach to her about how wonderful her sister was, she would have to listen to her mother curse and moan about her brother. She wasn't sure which was worse in all honesty. It was hard to be told how much better her sister was doing but it was also hard to hear her brother be talked about in such a negative way, especially when her own thoughts and feelings on the matter were always so confused. Yes he had made mistakes, yes he had used poor judgement yet she knew that deep down inside he had a good heart. Their relationship had been so different when they were younger he had been her big brother but he had been so much more than this he had also been like a second father to her in some ways and then she had also idolised him like a super hero. It was hard to focus on who he was now and the things he had done when it clashed so much with the childhood image of him that she had held deep in her heart for so long. Even with the small amount of cash she had, she guessed if she stayed in the local area or maybe took a bus or two there would be things she could see and investigate, after all she might have been in the area awhile but how much time had she really spent wandering? Most of her time had been spent in various lecture halls and in either her flat or the library buried under a sea of course literature. Maybe she would even go to the lighthouse celebration some people had mentioned that was happening close by, after all one of the reasons she had picked this area to attend university in was a longing to be close to the sea. Still she had plenty of time to think about it there was a whole six weeks’ worth of holiday and so she decided to sleep on it before making any rash decisions.

As Jasmin was falling asleep the night was only just beginning for Rochelle, while one girl was tasting toothpaste the other was enjoying the feeling of sweet white wine trickling down her throat. A diet of white wine while walking and dancing on 6 inch heels wasn't the brightest idea that had come in to her head recently but then this moment in her life wasn't about being bright it was about letting go and cutting loose. Some people would have seen her there dancing in the club drinking cheap wine and shaking her ass in a mini skirt and thought that she was some dumb young slut, this couldn't be further from the truth. Jasmin was a girl who was sure she was going places not only was she tall with a beautiful olive complexion a model would kill for she was also a university graduate, she knew she was going places she just wasn't sure where yet. 

There was a lot that Rochelle and Jasmin had in common, they both came from well off families but unlike Jasmin Rochelle was a lonely child. She had no brothers and no sisters, she was her Mum and Dad’s only child they called her there special little princess. They were so happy when she had gotten in to university and even more so when she had begun getting her marks back. This wasn't the only thing that was different between them Rochelle had grown up in this area not only did she know every pub and club she knew every road, ever lane and every back alley, these were her streets and so she never felt any fear about travelling them at any time. She had plans upon plans for what she would do if someone tried to corner her, she had a map in her head of every twist every turn and every bolt hole in the area. She was a confident young lady and it was this confidence which let her step out from the club, that made her feel no hesitation at the prospect of walking from one night spot to another.

Yet somewhere else somewhere not to far away there was a figure stumbling in the night, surrounded by a fog in the darkness not a dull grey rolling fog but instead a fire-lit, ash-dusted fog which moved flowing along with the figure.  A noise seems to come from this fog at first it sounds like a man talking but no there were more layers to it than that, it isn’t the sound of a man it is the sound of a dark choir moaning and sighing in an almost rhythmic fashion, it is a symphony of pain and suffer, a pain and suffering which has continued on beyond the grave. This thing could smell the living, it could taste them in the air so as Rochelle left the club it knew it. Somehow it could taste her sweet perfume even through its own smell a smell which was as dark and disgusting as her perfume was sweet and light enveloped it. It wanted her and yet it didn't quite know why it just knew that she would take away the pain, she would make things better for a time at least. It had to feed things were always much clearer when it began to feed.

Rochelle was simply walking now, as far as she was concerned she was leaving one club and heading to the next. At first she didn't know she was being followed, the fog stayed far enough behind that in her inebriated state she didn't pay any attention to it, in fact the first thing she knew was that the temperature seemed to be rapidly dropping. It had felt almost warm when she had first stepped out and now it seemed to be getting colder by the second.

Suddenly she realised that she was being enveloped by some kind of fog, at first she tried to reach out to find a wall or something she could feel, something she could use as a guide but nothing seems to be near her. Soon she has turned around and stumbled so much that she doesn't even know which way she was originally facing. Then she begins to think that she can hear a sound, she thinks she can hear a voice and the sound of footfalls on the ground. Her heart beats faster and she starts to think that she should run, but she can’t even tell which direction the sound is coming from, this is when she realises that there are lights in the fog, lights which are all around her circling her getting ever nearer. This is when she begins to try and make a run for it, she starts to move quickly now her heels making a noise which sounds almost like a horses gallop but as loud as the noise is the voice has now become louder, not only this but it is now coming from multiple directions, it is not one voice but a choir of voices she can’t make out what they are saying but it scares her, she is so scared that she will freeze in place again so she does the only thing she can think off and clamps her hands over her ears.

Rochelle trips and comes crashing to the floor, the pain is unbearable she looks down at her ankle and realises that she won’t be able to stand on it, but this soon proves to be unimportant because now the lights are upon her. Soon she can see nothing but light, its hot and blinding and it seems to be entering her body at first she is scared but then the voices which were previously harsh seem to become soft and enticing ‘’Join us Rochelle, give in, join us, join us.’’ The voices pleaded and pleaded and what at first seemed scary suddenly seems somewhat pleasant.  The light is replaced with images of some of the most pleasant memories in her life she can simultaneously feel the joy and emotion of the time she was five and she got her first bike alongside her first kiss at fourteen alongside hundreds of other moments of joy and pleasure. For a second she raises her hand up and she can see it is glowing almost as if it is on fire, but there is no pain there it feels good in a way which is beyond words almost as if it was being massaged tenderly, kissed from top to bottom simultaneously at the same moment and bathed in a warm bath. Every nerve seems to be being stroked and teased and pleased all at the same time the feeling spreads throughout her entire body and then in a final flash of light she is gone and the fog begins to retreat slowly dissipating, for now it is satisfied its hunger has been fed and it can think straight again, but more than that it is able to understand things it didn't before it has become somehow more. 
                

Rochelle’s parents would never know what had become of her, without a body to find they would never even know she was dead, sure they would guess she was dead and yet hope that she was alive but they would never know. Her life had ended in a wave of pure pleasure put the ripples of her passing would create nothing but misery for those who had known and loved her.

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by shy guy 64 » Tue Sep 01, 2020 9:54 pm

so er dark, i er just got myself a copy of elemental heroes

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by DarkRula » Wed Sep 02, 2020 9:24 am

shy guy 64 wrote:so er dark, i er just got myself a copy of elemental heroes


Oh, awesome. Hope you enjoy it.

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by shy guy 64 » Wed Sep 02, 2020 10:07 am

DarkRula wrote:
shy guy 64 wrote:so er dark, i er just got myself a copy of elemental heroes


Oh, awesome. Hope you enjoy it.


ill let you know when im done

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by shy guy 64 » Wed Oct 07, 2020 9:52 pm

ive finished the first draft of my 5th book. time to go over them i think

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Ooh, nice. Always good to get a story finalised with the first draft.

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by shy guy 64 » Thu Oct 08, 2020 9:32 am

DarkRula wrote:Ooh, nice. Always good to get a story finalised with the first draft.


it is

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by shy guy 64 » Tue Dec 08, 2020 3:38 pm

dark i hope you dont mind me saying that some of your lore in elemental heroes feels like it could word as a pen and paper rpg

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by DarkRula » Tue Dec 08, 2020 4:19 pm

shy guy 64 wrote:dark i hope you dont mind me saying that some of your lore in elemental heroes feels like it could word as a pen and paper rpg


Video game RPGs influenced most of the lore, which I guess can also count for pen and paper RPGs. I don't really have much experience of the pen and paper RPG, but I do know how they're meant to work. Good to know such is working, and hope you're enjoying it.

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by OrangeRKN » Tue Dec 08, 2020 5:21 pm

Did you ever run any forum game rpgs Rula on (S)ONM?

I was on BBC local radio in Coventry a couple of weeks ago with a poem, that was pretty cool! I didn't know about it until I got pointed towards it for submission but there is a thing called BBC Upload where you can submit pretty much whatever. On the off-chance anyone is interested in sending in unsolicited work for free like I was :toot:

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by DarkRula » Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:16 pm

OrangeRKN wrote:Did you ever run any forum game rpgs Rula on (S)ONM?

I was on BBC local radio in Coventry a couple of weeks ago with a poem, that was pretty cool! I didn't know about it until I got pointed towards it for submission but there is a thing called BBC Upload where you can submit pretty much whatever. On the off-chance anyone is interested in sending in unsolicited work for free like I was :toot:


The Worms Battle Royale was my first ever game that I ran. I don't think I ever got involved in any of the forum games until I arrived here, either.

That BBC Upload seems like it might be a good thing to look into if I get to writing some short stories again. Been a while since I've done so.

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by shy guy 64 » Tue Dec 08, 2020 7:31 pm

DarkRula wrote:
shy guy 64 wrote:dark i hope you dont mind me saying that some of your lore in elemental heroes feels like it could word as a pen and paper rpg


Video game RPGs influenced most of the lore, which I guess can also count for pen and paper RPGs. I don't really have much experience of the pen and paper RPG, but I do know how they're meant to work. Good to know such is working, and hope you're enjoying it.


i am, though i admit i keep losing track of which character is which. although thats to do with my inability to retain information

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by DarkRula » Wed Dec 09, 2020 10:10 am

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DarkRula wrote:
shy guy 64 wrote:dark i hope you dont mind me saying that some of your lore in elemental heroes feels like it could word as a pen and paper rpg


Video game RPGs influenced most of the lore, which I guess can also count for pen and paper RPGs. I don't really have much experience of the pen and paper RPG, but I do know how they're meant to work. Good to know such is working, and hope you're enjoying it.


i am, though i admit i keep losing track of which character is which. although thats to do with my inability to retain information


Great to see. I find myself losing track of things at times, so you're not alone with that.

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by OrangeRKN » Thu Jan 07, 2021 3:42 pm

OrangeXMS wrote:I was on BBC local radio in Coventry a couple of weeks ago with a poem, that was pretty cool! ...


If anyone is interested I've put it up on my website now (the text, not the audio): https://orkn.uk/writing/ode_to_coventry

A lot of the references might pass by unnoticed if you aren't familiar with the history and culture of the city, but I suppose that is inevitable!

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