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I have an idea to jumpstart the new year. Write at least 2013 words by the end of Jan. 1. And if you are an artist, not a writer, draw… something with New Years related.
First writer and artist to submit something get a prize. :) I may give a prize for best story and picture as well.
You are welcome to submit things early if you would like advice or some help.
I also hope to set up a beta program. If you would like to beta read for someone, let us know! If you need someone to proof-read your stuff, let us know!
If you want to help anyone in any way,let us know!
Good luck, have fun and Happy New Year!
Ok so quick background on this. The trolls are gods that are worshiped by the humans. Everyone belongs to a certain god, depending on when they are born. Usually, the gods are only allowed to interact with the humans born under their sign. But Gamzee doesn’t follow the rules.
He claims John, a child of Aries infusing himself with John’s body, something very against the gods’ rules.
But the other gods are unable to argue when the world begins to unravel. John, Rose, Jade, and Dave are chosen to fight for the gods and save the world.
And they can’t do it alone.
Most of the time, Gamzee is just a constant presence in John’s mind. However, in certain situations, Gamzee lends John his power and takes control of his body.
This is after one of those times.
Because Gamzee gave John his power, he expects something in return.
Edit: I combined two stories into this one. For those of you who remember Offering, it is now part of this story. There are also some minor changes, and I may edit this even more later.
A huge huge huge thank you to the owner of this blog. Without her, these stories would have been lost.
More of my old writing. John/Gamzee is my fucking OTP <3
Your Name Is is a great little ficlet. I hope the author continues it! You should check it out! It’s quick but wonderfully tragic. (Oh Eridan you poor baby ilu)
[This is a majorly re-written version. I think it’s also an improved version]
The door creaked open. Gamzee looked back and John stood there. He was dressed but unarmed. Gamzee had made sure of that. He made it impossible for John to fight. He didn’t want John involved.
Bodies littered the courtyard.
Gamzee and his weapon dripped with color.
This is a story I posted a few months ago. Then I deleted my blog and I lost it. It was devastating. No matter how much you dislike your writing, please save it! You don’t want to lose it because one day you may think it’s fantastic.
I had to re-write the part I lost. It really sucked, but I think the version is better. Re-reading your work isn’t for everyone, but I think it’s helpful to look at your old stuff sometimes. Don’t it if it stresses you at though!
You will get better. My writing improved in about 3 months (at least with this story…). Never stop writing or drawing. You may not think so, but every little bit of art you make is beautiful. c:
If anyone is interested, I’m posting a lot of my old writing on my other blog. I didn’t want to spam you guys with it. :)
I recently got a job so the blog is probably going to be very quiet. You can still send stuff though!
Does anyone find the prompts useful? What about annoying? Should I keep doing it? Or should I stop?
This blog is for you guys, so tell me what you want or don’t want to see!
When John entered the rebellious teenager phase, life became complicated. Whenever Dad told John to do something, John would do the opposite.
No John, you are not allowed to stay up late talking to Dave.
No John, you are not allowed to spend the night with Dave while he is in town.
No John, you are not allowed to have sex with Dave in this house.
No John, you are not allowed to have sex with Dave in my bed.
No John, I will not join you and Dave in bed.
Dad eventually stopped saying no.
I wrote myself a bedtime story.
- Admit you have talent
No, seriously, do it. Say it right now, aloud, in front of your computer. “I am a good writer/artist/musician/singer/whatever.” Just admit it to yourself. Because I swear when you do, your work will become better. You’d be amazed at what you can produce when you feel confident in your abilities.
- Stop comparing yourself to other people
“I’ll never be as good of a writer as Hemmingway/Bronte/Rawling!”, “I’ll never sing like Adele/Florence Welch/Joan Jett!”, “I’ll never paint like Picasso/van Goh/O’Keefe!”, “I’ll never draw like Davis/McCracken/MacFarlane!”, “I’ll never play like Hendrix/King/Cooder!”
No. You won’t. You will never, ever be as good as them. And they will never be as good as you. Every artist is unique. You have your own voice just like they had their own voice. Don’t try to be someone else; be you.
- Be proud of your work
Wrote a shitty poem? Song? Manuscript? Paint something you didn’t like? Drew something wrong? Who. The hell. Cares? At least you DID something! That’s more than most people can say! You finished a piece of work. Be proud of that accomplishment.
- Realize that not everything you do will be great
This ties in with the previous tip. You’re going to do shitty things. It’s part of being an artist. Stop putting so much pressure on yourself to create something great every time. Strive for it, sure, it SHOULD be your goal. But realize that sometimes you’re just going to do something that sucks, and then get over it and try to do better the next time.
- Be proud of your talent and enjoy it
I’m a writer and my best friend is a singer. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve told each other that we wished we had the others’ talent. This is a typical “grass is always greener” thing. Be proud of what you’re good at and enjoy it, because someone out there is wishing they were as good as you, I guarantee it.
Need this for myself ._.
This seems like an appropriate post for this blog. :3
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