Writers in Residence discussion

Anyone can post a pic, but try to give everyone a chance to respond to it. How about every Wednesday?
The prompt is only a picture, you don't have to write a thousand words, that would be insane. But try to explain what is going on in it!

Anyone want to do the first one?

This is...like...the physical manifestation of my nightmares. I was making a KotLC meme of Linh, and that happened.








(Finished meme: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)])

Go on. Write about it. I dare you.

Okay, no offense Nova, but that picture is slightly terrifying, so I think I'm gonna put up another picture that might be a little easier to write from😂

Being terrifying was kind of the point of my picture.

Can I write a story to explain the picture?

Sure.

Just reminding everyone that the picture will change on Wednesday. Anyone can look for pictures to post on here, but only one and on Wednesday.

Enjoy your writing!

Tommorrow a new picture. Whoever wants to post one, be ready. I will try to post one if no one else does

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I luv this pic

Nice image you have there. So meaningful. Especially with the [image error] text. Beautiful.

Ah, you fixed it.

Yeah, I accidentally used the link instead of address! oops!

Isn't it inspiring tho?

No, not really.

oka

How about that!?

Invisible person?

yeah

New week=New photo!

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&r...

(sry! my computer wouldn't let me post a pic)

That is creepy

Yup! I guess I'm a little late for that, though, Halloween just ended! XD

Ok, let's try this...
It was just past midnight. Dry leaves crunched softly under my feet. My shoe laces dragged on the broken pavement, worn and soggy. The air was cold and damp. I felt like someone or something was watching me as I crept down the dark ally. I felt the wet cold seeping through my dirty sweatshirt and torn and crusty leather jacket, into my bones. The air got thicker and pretty soon it was getting hard to see more than a couple yards ahead of you. The wind picked up and whistled through the cracked windowpanes, the leaves quivering in the trees and drifting gently across the street. There was an eerie blue light shrouding everything that sent shivers down my back. I clenched my hands to stop them from shaking, though it did little to ease my fear. I heard a blood chilling screech behind me and whirled around to find the source of the noise. That's when I saw them floating behind me, watching my every move. Five smoky gray, ghostly apparitions. They'd found me. I turned around and ran, but they were too fast. I screamed. They were on top of me, screeching and clawing at my face and clothes, sucking my soul right out of my veins and...

I sat up with a jerk, sweat dampening my forehead. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"It was only a dream." I whispered to myself. I looked at the clock. 2:57 AM. It was early, but I was still too frightened to go back to sleep.

OOOOOoOoOOOOOohOhOHOHOOO!

I love it Abi!

I'm working on mine, but it might be a while before I post it!

Thanks! I'm excited to read yours!

Any suggestions on my writing style? Less adjectives, more time leading up to the climax...?

Not really... the only thing that caught me a little off guard was when you used "you":

"The air got thicker and pretty soon it was getting hard to see more than a couple yards ahead of you."

because until and after then, it was written in first person. Other than that, I l o v e d it!

Thanks, I didn't even realize i did that!

https://static01.nyt.com/images/2017/...

(view spoiler)[I took a deep breath. But no air came in.
I searched the compact room. But my eyes saw nothing.
I felt for the handle on the door in front of me. But my hand touched nothing.
My tongue was dry and tasteless.
My legs wispy and light.
I felt so normal.
Yet so wrong.
When I walked forward--or what I thought was forward--there was no door. With each step, my legs seemed to spread everywhere and still not move. Each breath was stale and choked. And the air around me was deathly silent.
No voices.
No rustling.
No movement.
No... anything.
Except the suffocating black emptiness. (hide spoiler)]

NEW PROMPT: https://www.teachstarter.com/wp-conte...

Some questions you might want to answer:
Who is the character?
Where is the character?
When did the event take place?
Why is the character there?
Why did this happen?
Did something cause this to happen?
What is happening?
Can you provide more detailed information?
How did the character get there?
How did the character get out of their situation?
How did this happen?
Can you provide more information to prove this?

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"What are you thinking about?" Rian asked, sitting next to me in the soft grass. It smelled red. Just like the sky...
And the clouds.
Which made me say, "The smoke... were you there when it happened?"
Rian looked away biting his lip as he slowly nodded.
"Why would they do that? What could possibly be worth a war like that?"
Rian sighed, running his hand through the burnt scent of the red grass. "I expect they didn't know that would happen... clouds can be very oblivious, as you know."
I gave him the side eye, "You're avoiding my question. Which means you do know!" I added triumphantly, "Do tell."
Rian bit back a groan and relented. "Fine... I know why. They gave this whole speech about how 'they could make our wrongdoings right!' or whatever." He glanced both ways before whispering in her ear, "Someday we'll be free though, I'm sure of it... someday--" A rumble echoed through the air as the red scent turned yellow, then faded to blue and a woman figure emerged, made of the clouds.
Rian seemed to freeze as the woman figure boomed, "You think you can conquer us, you make plans of betrayal, you humans are as arrogant as ever... and you. Will. Pay!"

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I'm confused. What do I write about?

Sorry, the link will bring you to a picture and you just write about the story you think the picture is trying to tell. Or maybe the picture gives you inspiration for something slightly different? Whatever comes to mind, whatever story you want to tell about this picture!
(there's also a sentence at the top of the picture that you can use if you want)
Does that make sense?

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Is it safe to send sells to just anyone? Would they say the right spells? Make the right choices?
There's no way to know.
And under the dire circumstances I was in at the time, I risked it.
You would have done the same if you were gagged and tied next to a rising river with only a drunk man for company and an ancient parchment in your pocket. If the whole world rested on your shoulders in that small moment you had to make a decision.
It's not my fault that the worst possible person who I hoped wouldn't find it actually found it.
It's not my fault he started the Apocalypse War.
Forgive me, I realize I started at a rude time in my story. Maybe we can try again?
Hello and welcome to my game show! Your host: ME! Your contestants: ME! And your favorite person: ME!
If this is your first time joining us, allow me to explain, this is the place where we see who can guess all my failures correctly in the nick of time!

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Wow, I'm tired.

That’s really good!

I thought it was goofy, but thamks!

Funny stories are always great!

Sushie wrote: "Is it safe to send sells to just anyone? Would they say the right spells? Make the right choices?
There's no way to know.
And under the dire circumstances I was in at the time, I risked it.
You wou..."

Okay, this is great. I love it so much.

Ariana wrote: "Sushie wrote: "Is it safe to send sells to just anyone? Would they say the right spells? Make the right choices?
There's no way to know.
And under the dire circumstances I was in at the time, I ris..."

Thanks, Ariana!