BellaBestia
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What are we all writing right now?
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SugarStorm
Sapphic Storysmith
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I’ve got a few stories in the pipeline: everything from bodyguards to mythological creatures to might and magic. At this rate, I may as well mash them all into one gloriously unhinged mega-story.
*runs away*
Ah, trying something new, are we?I had to restrain myself from saying something stupid
*runs away*
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onehitwanda
Venatrix Lacrimosal
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MillieDynamite
Millie'sVastExpanse
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I've been on both ends of that!
crookedletter
bendy
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This. Do this.
calmlikeabomb
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Plotting out my story for @ChloeTzang 's Jasmine Tea contest, about stories focused on the orient. I'm planning something romantic, which is out of my comfort zone, so the going is tough so far...
StillStunned
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Well, apparently it wasn't anywhere near done, because I've added 1.5k word, including a whole scene at the end, and I still have to write the sexy bits.
BlazonG
Boy brat needs spank
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It’s been done a lot, but I’m doing my version of the kinky executive domme and younger male assistant dynamic. My other femdom story got the best feedback so I’m going to focus on that. Friendly dommes that are nevertheless very dirty once consent is established.
StrentWriter
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3000 words so for my valentines contest submission. I scrapped 3000 words total, out of the 6000 written. Not 100% happy with it but happier than earlier.
ADirtyPerv
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10k words into my first LW submission, and of course it's weird, inspired by the AH -- a bunch of vignettes from people sitting in a cuck chair. With psychic powers to tie it all together! They'll hate it.
SerenaSteeleMonroe
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I just wrote my first 750-word story, ever! It's for the new challenge next month. Can't wait until I can post, Claiming Ivorie for the BNWO, I like it.
StillStunned
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One sexy bit written!
MillieDynamite
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What the fuck, @StillStunned, curb you verbage and write to the prompt. 750-words means seven hundred and fifty, not 1.5K.
StillStunned
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I already published my 750-worder a few weeks ago: Muffin.
MillieDynamite
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StillStunned
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It's probably the only story on Lit where the muffin is actually a muffin and nothing more.Okay, but don't call me Muffin, McStuffen.
Writer61
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We like Muffin, Muffin the Mule
MillieDynamite
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It isn't like the apple pie in American Pie, is it?
StillStunned
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Nope, just a muffin. The category is Non-Erotic. Not even a vague reference to sex.
old_prof
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And well worth reading, unless you're already sad, I guess.
MillieDynamite
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ChloeTzang
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My next installment in the endless saga of "Jeong Park" altho I just got diverted and submitted "Blood Silver" and the next chapter, "Bloodletting in Dalangazad" is plotting itself in the back of my mind. Chinese historical, set in a sort of Tang-era China ariund 600 AD, with demons and monsters, when Chang'an was the capital and one of the three largest cities in the world (the other two were Constantinople and Baghdad).
The Tang empire in 661, when it reached its greatest extent.
The Tang empire in 661, when it reached its greatest extent.
ShelbyDawn57
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This... from a non-erotic(so far) piece I'm working on. Working title, Shadow of the Cat. I think I nailed this conversation with a goddess ... I'd appreciate any comments...
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Where pain and anguish should have been, nothingness enveloped her. Not cold or dire, but warm like fur in the afternoon sun. Her only companion, the sickly-sweet stench of blood pooling underneath her.
“Goddess, please.” Jesse’s words hung in the void, echoing through the silence.
Golden eyes opened in the emptiness as a presence unfolded. Something, someone cutting through the dark like razor-sharp claws through flesh. Pungent incense with a hint of cinnamon filled her head. The taste of chocolate and honey touched her tongue.
A radiantly beautiful woman stood before her. Her feline countenance and her compassionate power were overwhelming.
“Little one,” Bastet spoke in soft, reassuring tones. “You have crossed the threshold. Why do you summon me? What is it you ask of me?”
“Mia, my mom… He just shot them.” The pain and anguish that had been missing came pouring back. Her voice trembling, she fought the tears and continued. “Why?”
“You ask for understanding. I cannot give you that.” Bastet cocked her head to one side. “Peace, yes, and I can help you finish your journey, or I can help you find what you truly desire.”
“Justice?” Jesse’s voice grew calm.
“Or vengeance.” Bastet nodded.
“Aren’t they the same?”
Bastet stepped closer. The goddess knelt so their eyes were level, hers gold reflecting grief like fire in water.
“No,” she breathed. “They are twins often mistaken for one another, but they do not share a heart.”
“They took everything from me. For what?” Jesse felt her fists clench. “How could whatever was on that truck be worth so many lives? Why did my mom and Mia need to die?”
Bastet reached out, caressing Jesse’s head. She stroked her blood-soaked hair, her eyes filling with the pain that filled Jesse’s heart. “Your wound deserves to be honored, answered… It should not be denied.”
“Then help me.” A resolve grew in Jesse’s soul. “Vengeance or justice, I don’t care. Help me make this right.”
“You should care.” The goddess’s voice took a somber tone. “Vengeance is born of pain and seeks only to echo it. It will not end your suffering but bind you to it.”
“And justice?” Jesse spoke softly, letting her anger turn slowly to purpose.
“Justice is tempered with mercy. It restores balance, protects the innocent, brings consequences to the guilty, and ends the cycle. It brings closure.”
“Mercy?” Jesse barked.
“Justice is not mercy,” Bastet replied. “Nor is it cruelty. It is truth made unavoidable, and sometimes, mercy is a part of that.”
A deafening silence simmered between the two as Jesse considered the goddess’s words. Her purpose calmed as the rage it concealed morphed into a steady resolve.
“I think I understand.” Jesse nodded. “Then, you’ll help me?”
Bastet smiled with a look of fierce satisfaction. Rising to her feet, she briefly morphed into the shape of a great cat. “If you follow my path, do not do so to punish, but to protect. Any suffering that follows is theirs to bear, and my wrath is fierce.” She extended her hand. “Choose carefully. Once chosen, there is no returning to innocence, only growing into understanding.”
Jesse reached out. “Then teach me.” Her words were soft but filled with determination. “Help me make this right. Show me how to put an end to the rage burning in my heart.”
Bastet’s claws unsheathed; her catlike smile bore needle-sharp fangs. “Come, little lioness.” The goddess smiled. “Let us begin.”
===
Where pain and anguish should have been, nothingness enveloped her. Not cold or dire, but warm like fur in the afternoon sun. Her only companion, the sickly-sweet stench of blood pooling underneath her.
“Goddess, please.” Jesse’s words hung in the void, echoing through the silence.
Golden eyes opened in the emptiness as a presence unfolded. Something, someone cutting through the dark like razor-sharp claws through flesh. Pungent incense with a hint of cinnamon filled her head. The taste of chocolate and honey touched her tongue.
A radiantly beautiful woman stood before her. Her feline countenance and her compassionate power were overwhelming.
“Little one,” Bastet spoke in soft, reassuring tones. “You have crossed the threshold. Why do you summon me? What is it you ask of me?”
“Mia, my mom… He just shot them.” The pain and anguish that had been missing came pouring back. Her voice trembling, she fought the tears and continued. “Why?”
“You ask for understanding. I cannot give you that.” Bastet cocked her head to one side. “Peace, yes, and I can help you finish your journey, or I can help you find what you truly desire.”
“Justice?” Jesse’s voice grew calm.
“Or vengeance.” Bastet nodded.
“Aren’t they the same?”
Bastet stepped closer. The goddess knelt so their eyes were level, hers gold reflecting grief like fire in water.
“No,” she breathed. “They are twins often mistaken for one another, but they do not share a heart.”
“They took everything from me. For what?” Jesse felt her fists clench. “How could whatever was on that truck be worth so many lives? Why did my mom and Mia need to die?”
Bastet reached out, caressing Jesse’s head. She stroked her blood-soaked hair, her eyes filling with the pain that filled Jesse’s heart. “Your wound deserves to be honored, answered… It should not be denied.”
“Then help me.” A resolve grew in Jesse’s soul. “Vengeance or justice, I don’t care. Help me make this right.”
“You should care.” The goddess’s voice took a somber tone. “Vengeance is born of pain and seeks only to echo it. It will not end your suffering but bind you to it.”
“And justice?” Jesse spoke softly, letting her anger turn slowly to purpose.
“Justice is tempered with mercy. It restores balance, protects the innocent, brings consequences to the guilty, and ends the cycle. It brings closure.”
“Mercy?” Jesse barked.
“Justice is not mercy,” Bastet replied. “Nor is it cruelty. It is truth made unavoidable, and sometimes, mercy is a part of that.”
A deafening silence simmered between the two as Jesse considered the goddess’s words. Her purpose calmed as the rage it concealed morphed into a steady resolve.
“I think I understand.” Jesse nodded. “Then, you’ll help me?”
Bastet smiled with a look of fierce satisfaction. Rising to her feet, she briefly morphed into the shape of a great cat. “If you follow my path, do not do so to punish, but to protect. Any suffering that follows is theirs to bear, and my wrath is fierce.” She extended her hand. “Choose carefully. Once chosen, there is no returning to innocence, only growing into understanding.”
Jesse reached out. “Then teach me.” Her words were soft but filled with determination. “Help me make this right. Show me how to put an end to the rage burning in my heart.”
Bastet’s claws unsheathed; her catlike smile bore needle-sharp fangs. “Come, little lioness.” The goddess smiled. “Let us begin.”
YmaOHyd
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Hopefully will have this slightly bizarre timey-wimey fated mates bullshit plot done by tomorrow and it will definitely be non-erotic. Then maybe I can get back to my Valentine's entry, then when that's done back to the Star Wars piece I set aside to work on the Valentine's entry I set aside to work on this (which will also probably be a Valentine's story). I need to stop letting my plot bunnies roam free.
