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Same here; I haven’t been on in months upon months, but here we are :>
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Hello! Glad you’re here :D.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
That’s fair. I want to go, but not to the one I ended up in, you know?
Sounds eventful. I hope it all goes well. Life seems to be entirely figuring things out as we go
Sorry about the burnout, that’s really frustrating.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Hi!! *happily accepts chocolate*
I’m so glad to see everyone online again, it’s really made my day :D.
Thank you! I’ll miss the old characters too. I’m glad they were liked, and they helped me along my writing journey a lot.
I’ve mostly had school, same as usual. I’m in a program to get some college credits and it takes up a lot of time- and I ended up getting accepted into a college this semester but promptly dropped out because it just wasn’t working for me.
And I’ve been doing some collaborative writing, mostly; and I fell down a fanfiction writing rabbit hole. . . I literally write so many original plots now but no “original” characters. I just take ones I love and put them through life-changing experiences until they’re sort of mine /lh
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Hello again, everyone <33
I’ve bene thinking about coming back to Story Embers for a while now, and was so excited to have been mentioned and involved in something again
I also have new characters now- I haven’t written the old ones in a while, and their story was never finished. I do love these ones a lot though, and I think this thread will be great for myself getting to know them better :]
(Let’s see if I remember how to do this XD)
Would your character rather kill to stay alive or die to keep their friend alive?
Nemo: I’ve never had to kill someone protecting myself, and I wouldn’t want to. But in a survival situation, it might be better. I don’t have a friend I can imagine dying for.
Miriam: I would die for any friend, I think. Especially a lover, dying for them would be so romantic. And I don’t think I could kill anybody.
Would your character rather kill their friend in a merciful manner or let their enemy kill them in a cruel one?
Miriam: I would never hurt a friend of mine. And maybe we could die to this enemy together? I wouldn’t want to let that happen, but I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt someone I love.
Nemo: I can’t imagine killing someone, especially not a person I cared about. But if it were to keep my enemy from hurting them, I think I’d have to. It’s better than letting an enemy win.
New Question(something happy for a change): Would you rather have to always wear your least favorite color or only be able to listen to your least favorite genre of music?
Miriam: I wouldn’t be able to give up the music I love! And besides, I suppose I could embroider some pretty design on the clothes so I like them better.
Nemo: I guess that music I don’t like is better than none at all? Wearing bright colors isn’t just uncomfortable, it would cause problems with my job.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Aww, we’ll miss you!
I understand and respect your decision, though. I think this became a larger undertaking than we anticipated it being.
Lots of love to you and your characters, and I hope your writing projects go well. I really enjoyed seeing your characters, your portrayal of them, and the amazing contributions they made to the story.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Hi guys!
I’d love to get started on this story again. I think it might be beneficial to take a step back, look at it now and where we want to go with it, and begin working again.
I’ve been busy with school in particular, but I’ll do my best to contribute, and please keep me posted.
I’ve really missed all of you but didn’t find a good time to reach out and when I could have, I’d forget.
Also, congrats, @emberynus-the-dragonslayer
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Thanks! I’m glad I could help.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Hello!
I usually find inspiration from pictures I’ve taken or images on the internet, whether it’s of interesting landscapes or a captivating portrait. When I’m drawn to something, I ask myself questions about it, usually starting with “How did this come to be?”
To answer it, I describe what I’m seeing and what could have happened to make it look the way it does. Why is it so pretty, why is it made the way it was, or how did it come to be so ragged and torn apart, who might’ve made something like that, etc.
This usually gets me thinking up characters, places, or scenarios that can start a story, and in order to keep my inspiration up for the new thing, I don’t limit myself to “main characters” and “side characters” or even start at the beginning of the story. If I get bored too quickly or the excitement passes, I won’t have the motivation to keep working on it because it never went anyway I liked.
Other times, I’ll just be in the mood to write a very fairy-tale-esc story, so I’ll just start working from there, already having a general theme to go for.
When I absolutely don’t know how to make something work, I just take already created characters and use them for the story. It doesn’t have to be permanent, and allows me to write without worrying about creating new characters with new dynamics or have to worry about how they would react, because I already know that part of it.
I hope this helps.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Thanks! I haven’t seen that one yet. I’ll definitely look into it, though. It sounds interesting, and I’m glad you like the story.
The idea is actually from November of 2019, but I just got to working on it, as I am a master Procrastinator. It’s been in progress for the last two years or so. :/
There actually is a way to break off a Bond, but it’s extremely painful both mentally and physically. Bonds can’t be reformed, either, so when a dragon loses its Bond, it gets sent to a sort of wildlife reserve so people can take care of it. They’re also tagged with their names, but no-one is supposed to refer to them as that. It’s really sad.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
So I haven’t been on SE in a while. . . but I found this, and I thought it was interesting, so I hope I can say my part.
I don’t really know how to categorize my current fantasy story. It’s rather timeless and somewhat typical in style, based on a blend of dragon and human worlds.
The dragons are the most powerful beings on the world, though to varying degrees of power among themselves. The entire world is based off of what the dragons can do, specifically, their ability to influence nature and Bond with humans, allowing humans to do the same.
There are also rare, powerful dragons called the Origin Dragons. They influence the emotions and mindset of the people, and they have never Bonded in order to maintain balance among humans and dragons and avoid the abuse of their power.
Most people are able to Bond with dragons, during which the two form a connection and the dragon reveals their name and abilities. Their powers are likewise influenced by all people, if they are losing hope, the Origin Dragon referred to as “Hope” (since they can’t reveal their true names without Bonding) will be weakened.
The current plot (it seems to change ever so slightly every time I write) is about people taking advantage of the power the dragons give them and the ability to Bond with them. They are trying to bring the world to order under their rule. They are taking advantage of the fact the Origin Dragons are weakened when the balance is upset.
An opposing group is formed (the main characters) to combat them, though they are also acting against the current government of their world. They work in secret, using their abilities to escape the government’s notice while protecting the people and wild dragons from danger.
The government is composed of one main group, which I haven’t actually fixed characters for. Their main job is to maintain and control a much larger group referred to as the “Nonpareil”, Dragon Masters and capable leaders. The Nonpareil are dispatched to certain islands, and they are to protect the people and maintain balance and order among them and the dragons. Each islands has its own “influencers”, people who have gained respect and trust from the civilians, and the government often uses them to work on projects as well. The government as a whole has a vast amount of control over the people due to the use of the most powerful people in the world, but the way they work, to have few rules and restrictions outside of what seems to be universal, basic decency, the people live in what they believe, and what largely is, freedom.
When the Omega is formed, the antagonists, the government tries to shut them down immediately, but is only able to fend them off. They take control of one of the smaller islands and use their Dragon Bonds to fight anyone who attempts to destroy their base.
The protagonist group (currently undergoing a name change) is not as powerful and does not want to make themselves an enemy of the government, since they also believe in order and balance, so they have to be more subtle and are more restricted in what they can do. When the government discovers them, they attempt to break up the group, to place the members back in their places and use the more powerful ones to continue controlling the people.
The world itself is composed of several islands, each with their own terrains and challenges. The cities are all different based on what resources are around them, and in general, things are kept pretty natural. There aren’t huge cities or many modern devices, since there’s no need for them.
I don’t know what else to say. I’ve made other fantasy stories, but I don’t know where my notes for them are. I’ve probably forgotten a few things, but that’s all I have for now.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
@emberynus-the-dragonslayer @dakota @urwen-starial @mayacat @naiya-dyani
Hi everyone!
I finally finished a new part for my personal characters. I’m aware it’s been a while, and this part has been half-finished for quite some time, so I apologize. This takes place a day or so after the murder of Wes. (Italics also aren’t transferring via copy-paste, sorry).
Also, Happy Easter.
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Callia stared at the looming building belonging to Outopian Wings. She didn’t often visit the city’s radio tower, as she wasn’t typically the one to deliver news to them from the Quill.
But she’d heard rumors -as a journalist does- and decided to arrive early and volunteer for the job, to learn for herself if there’d been a murder nearby.
It was a terrifying idea, and Callia hated it and wished it weren’t true with all her heart. But she knew she’d be more satisfied in the end if she found out for herself rather than wait for other reporters to tell her something second-hand and slightly convoluted.
Thankfully, there was no sign of the actual crime around the radio tower, and Callia was able to relax a little.
As she stepped forward to enter the tower, she caught a quick glance at the building down the street, which had a door forced open at one corner and lights on. It could be important to her investigation.
She hesitated for a moment before changing directions and heading towards the strange disturbance.
“What’s going on?” Callia called out, poking her head inside as she pulled a notepad from her messenger bag.
A man looked up from where he stood over a cluttered desk. “Miss? Are you supposed to be here?”
“I’m a reporter,” Callia explained hastily. “What’s going on? Is this a crime site or something?”
“This room belonged to the young man who was murdered last night,” the man told her simply. “I’m here to check if anything was stolen, but it doesn’t seem that way. The person or people who went after him must have had some other reason, beside his connection to Outopian Wings and the government.”
“Oh.” It was more like a sigh than anything else, confused and concerned. Why would anyone want to kill this man in the first place?
“Is it okay if I. . . take a look around?” Callia asked cautiously. She received a nod of consent, and started to examine the room a little more closely.
It slightly resembled her own room, in a way, with the assorted furniture and inconsistent lighting paired with a few messy piles of books and news reports to be looked over. It was slightly more serious, though, with dark gray walls and a board pinning important pieces of information and a map of Outopia to the wall.
“Who. . . lived here?” Callia wondered aloud, unsure if she wanted an answer. It was weird to think about how just a few days ago, someone was there who never would be again thanks to someone’s selfishness.
“Like I said, a reporter from Outopia Wings,” the man replied, stepping aside for Callia to get by. “His name was Wesley Kossa, or just Wes.”
Callia dropped her pen in shock, scrambling to catch it again in time. There was no way. . . it couldn’t be the boy she’d just met a few days before. There was no way that was a coincidence.
She flipped open a notebook on top of the stack, scanning the first page. The name was there, along with the calendar date and several messily scribbled notes and stories.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. Disbelief and fear rooted themselves in her racing thoughts.
What did this mean, for both the city and for her? Was wes somehow part of something she didn’t realize and he didn’t explain? Who was responsible for something so wicked?
“Did you know him?”
A worried voice broke her concentration, reminding Callia that she wasn’t alone.
“I- I wish I knew him better,” Callia managed slowly. “We met a few days ago. He was setting up a project to help the city. . .”
She fingered the soft pages of the notebook, eyes skimming over the ink and words.
“This is the project he was telling me about,” she breathed softly, recognizing her name in one of the columns. “I guess he got pretty far into it. He seemed devoted, at least.”
Though he unfortunately didn’t get very far, it appeared. Too few people knew about this project that Callia believed was actually so important to Outopia.
Callia sighed. She knew, and she wanted to do something about it. It was the least she could do, right?
Whatever she could do about it.
She wasn’t sure yet, but she carried the book back outside and held it carefully. She’d figure out some way to honor Wes with this. His plan could still help save Outopia.
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I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Hi, thanks for the invitation.
I remember stalking this thread last September, figuring it was a bit late to join, and then later forgetting about it XD.
I don’t have anything to add right now and I may not post often, but I’ll participate if I find a chance.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Yes, I believe so. Either that or we can add in an OC or something. She isn’t officially part of the bad rebels (I forget their name, sorry) yet, but I do want her to be.
Whatever works for you, I guess.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
O.K.A.Y.!
So so so so so so so sorry, everyone! I’ve had so much going that I very nearly forgot about this story!
And I also realized I forgot about several characters a while back. . . . . *cough cough*
I know a part for Sandrye is long overdue, so I’m just going to brain-dump right here and post it. Hopefully it works alright.
I’m not 100% sure where we even are in the story right now, but I do know I left Sandrye in quite a dismal place known as The Closet, and in the story he was supposed to be going to the Sparrow Meeting.
What happened.
Anyways. . .
Sandrye walked through the abandoned tunnels, carefully searching through each by the flickering torchlight to ensure the Sparrows had not left anything behind in their rush to escape the government.
He didn’t know where the new meeting place would be, if there would be one at all, and despite the necessity of finding at least someone as soon as possible, they weren’t doing any good captured or dead, either.
The most important thing was remain untraceable, so there was always a chance to do more.
Echoing footsteps sounded from further down the tunnel, and Sandrye paused, extinguishing his torch and dropping it.
The soft thumping continued, getting closer, and wisps of light that wasn’t his flickered down the path.
Sandrye pressed his back against the wall, trying not to panic. Who would be down here? It couldn’t be a Sparrow.
There.
His eyes narrowed, watching carefully as a young girl ran past, holding a dying torch before her as she headed towards the north tunnel.
She didn’t seem familiar.
And she was heading for a rather important Sparrow meeting ground.
Waiting only a moment until the girl’s footsteps were completely faded out, Sandrye started down the tunnel after her, running easily across the jagged path he knew so well.
He had to catch that girl and find out what was going on.
Soooooooo. . .
Super short, but hey, it gets me started. I’ll see what I can do.
And, for the record, the girl is Saydra, because i did figure out where I left her too.
Hopefully I can do something with this, I don’t really know.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
