What are we all writing right now?

[MillieDynamite]

Well, it was plagiarized for some saint or another. So, have at it.

Can we pin this somewhere? I need this on a giant poster in my office.

 

[CurvySassyAJ]

I think I have a story idea. Started an outline but not liking that.

Was working with someone on a story but they have slipped away so not sure if that will continue.

Of course like many of us, there are the unfinished stories that stare at me in my head

 

[NuclearFairy]

I think I have a story idea. Started an outline but not liking that.

Was working with someone on a story but they have slipped away so not sure if that will continue.

Of course like many of us, there are the unfinished stories that stare at me in my head

The trick is to start writing while staring back creepily. You'll either get those stories down, or they'll back away slowly and leave you in peace with your more robust stories.

 

[Statius]

The trick is to start writing while staring back creepily. You'll either get those stories down, or they'll back away slowly and leave you in peace with your more robust stories.

Facts

 

[Statius]

I'm fully aware no one's gonna care except for maybe one person here in AH, but man am I psyched. 2 1/2 years ago I wrote a story that has 2 parts and decided I wanted to novelize it; expanding the story, the character, themes, and the mythology that lies at its heart.

https://literotica.com/s/rias-seduction

No, not asking anyone to read it. Below is the original 1st paragraph.

I had been spending a lot of time on line lately, falling down a rabbit hole. I had been single for a while; sure I had a dating app but I didn't look at it much, relationships just weren't my thing right now and people, especially guys, can be mean on line. I mean I think I'm cute. 5'2, 110 lbs, B cup, long black hair, dark brown eyes; it's the latina part; I'm half... half caucasian, not that you'd know. But yeah, guys, ugh... can't tell you how many told me that a B cup was too small, even gross. Thanks lol. Women were better, and honestly preferred, not that there aren't any good guys, or that there's nothing to like there; actually, there's things about a guy that just can't be replaced, wink wink. Ha! But like I said, relationships just aren't my thing, not good at those so for the time being, I'm just staying single.
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This is the new opening paragraph

I have been spending a lot of time on line lately, falling down a rabbit hole. Doing research for my own thesis and now Elyse's paper, and then with what happened a few weeks ago in Chicago, made it easy to continue to lock myself in my apartment slipping into the darker corners of the world on line.
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The structure of the whole story has changed as there is a prologue (brief) that proceeds this. Anyway, it's no easy thing reworking a story that's been written basically in stone for over 2 years, and getting that first paragraph is huge.

Peace

Realization: not a rewrite. A reimagining of the entire story. That's way more intimidating and scary. Fuck. Damn. Has to be done. Delete and starting from scratch. Oof.

Here
We
Go

 

[TheLobster]

I'm working on a back end project using C# .Net.

You may be interested in contributing to this writing exercise.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

You may be interested in contributing to this writing exercise.

I just did but with a very different pain...

 

[MillieDynamite]

Queen Payne will see you next. Please bind your hands and feet to the proper place, and prepare for a good stretching.

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

I'm 1400 words into Goth Girls and Panckes. Inspired by the attached meme. Here's an excerpt.

Just then, there is the recorded sound of trumpets. Two guys bring out big black beanbag chairs marked "Pancake Queen" and "Pancake King" in blood red letters.

The announcer asks for silence, then continues, "This week's Pancake Queen is Morticia. Sit on your throne, choose your King, and ask for your gifts."

Everyone applauds, and Morticia sits in the chair marked Queen. She says,"Thank you all. My consort is John." He sits on the other chair as she continues. "For my gifts, I want the pancake on my tits, and the kiss on my lips."

Somebody hands Morticia a pancake and some syrup. She puts the black pancake on her right breast and pours blood-red syrup on it. She says, "No utensils, John.” So he walks over to her and holds the cake steady with his left hand, puts his mouth on it, and eats the whole thing, while fondling Mortica's other breast with his other hand. Technically a violation of the rules, but by the way her eyes lit up, she gave enthusiastic retroactive consent.

Morticia has been pulling her pants down while John eats the pancake. She says, "Now my kiss," and John moves to her mouth. "Not those lips, these lips," as she slides her panties down to her knees.

 

[LegendInMyOwnMind]

The writing bug has me on this one, 3000 words and climbing. And like all of my stories, it is trying to morph into a romance, against my intention. MMC and FMC will never call it love, but if it looks like a duck... all in the context of non-monogamy. Sex outside the relationship is not only permitted but encouraged.

I had originally envisioned 1500 - 2000 words. As always with me, at some point, the story begins writing itself.

Uniquely for me, I'm telling this story 3PO in the present tense.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I’ve written Valentine’s limericks for all twenty eight days leading up to Feb 6th when submissions close. I figured I could do with a break between then and the announcement on Feb 13th.

 

[ericalauren]

I wrote a poem last night!