At_Your_Throat, The Wordsmith

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1/13/2019 8:59 AM

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14 wins / 12 losses





Oh, goodness. Revamping this entire profile page, because I sound far too emo and not too much like my actual self. Sorry, 2014. Go back into your little hidey-hole where you came from!

Hi! I’m AYT, or ATY, or, or.... basically any horrendous variations of my acronym. If I could change my username, I would. Damn you, 2014!

A bit about myself:

-I’m fifteen (!!!) years old and a freshman in high school.

-I live in Texas. 

-I’m an avid reader and even if it takes me some time to churn out stories and the courage to share them, I love reviewing and beta-testing!

-I have an adorable dog named Cosmo. 

-I like summer and fall the best. 

-I love tea!

Thanks for reading my profile! I’m always here to talk to if you need it. Feel free to recommend me cool books that you have read! I’m constantly looking for new and fresh books. 

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The Wolves II: The Great Death

In a small, German village life is small. The Children play, the birds sing, and the Woman gossip that is until on a small fateful night that strange happenings occur and the village is thrown into a chaos. 

In this German tale you play as the young man, Guy, who is forced to be in his chimney and has the burden of finding his dear sister and his love and to find a way out of this demonic situation.

But the real question is the one that many can not answer; are you brave enough?


From Horizon to Horizon

The world was a quiet place once. A place where you could run your hands through silk-thin waterfalls, listen to the birds sing in the mornings and chase the sunset. That all changed one day, when the clock appeared in the sky.

It’s been counting down the years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. Nobody knows what will happen once it runs out.

The clock ran out today.

Hotel CYStia: Welcome to CYS!

For many, CYStia is a place where people can travel to in order to achieve enlightenment in writing. For the less, CYStia is a prison. But you, my friend, have been here for more than two seconds, so I present to you the great and noble HOTEL CYSTIA! Please, take your room key and call room service. They will tell you everything you need to know. Thanks for staying at Hotel CYStia!

Recent Posts

CYS Quest: The Greatest Story Never Told! on 1/13/2019 12:14:52 AM

3/5 Not enough me. JK LOL but great concept. Sucks this wasn’t written, though.

To Hell with COG on 12/28/2018 3:45:15 PM

I’m honestly super proud of you. Stick it to those stupid idiots. 

Frostbite on 12/16/2018 1:14:31 AM

Thank y’all so much for all the feedback, I’m starting to really crack down on this and stop being lazy. I’ve still got a long way to go before I’m satisfied with all the changes, but this has really started to put me on the right track!

Frostbite on 12/11/2018 4:51:54 PM

I woke on a Tuesday morning to the sound of my uncle Malcolm shoveling the sidewalk in front of the small library we called home. I had an attic room, with a small window that overlooked the town. The library was tall and with vaulting windows, and the staircase curved up into my room like a quiet, well-kept secret. My uncle, however, slept in the room behind the ‘historical fiction’ section like a stray dog tucked away behind a trash bin. I had insisted that he should start sleeping at his own damn house, but he had adamantly refused.

My aunt Alice would sometimes ferry his clean laundry to the library when he would stay writing and writing on the dusty typewriter he kept in that tiny room, or get him ink whenever he would run out. She was a capricious woman, with dark hair that fell to her elbows, and had the strangest laugh I had ever heard. She was, personally, one of my favorite people.

By the time I reached downstairs, my uncle was already pouring his attention into a yellowing photograph gallery a customer had brought in. My footsteps echoed off of the shelves, and his head immediately shot up, skewing his glasses.

“Reeves! You’re awake.” He stammered, stating the obvious. His green eyes were wide as he shut the glossed gallery that sat in front of him. “I’m so sorry, I had forgotten to make your breakfast. But I think Alice brought some toast for you.”

Thank Inador for Alice, at least.

I busy myself slathering blueberry jam all over a slightly cold piece of toasted bread, listening to my uncle mutter various things under his breath and scratch notes onto a piece of paper. Which stunned me, because paper had long since been taken off the market. As far as anyone knows, the cutting down of Teigard’s trees might have caused the winter that had befallen the kingdom for the past century.

Alice was standing at the register by the time I finished wolfing down my toast. “Both of you men can’t wake up early even if your life depended on it. For Pete’s sake, Reevie, you’re twenty three. Don’t you have any ounce of youthful energy in you? You remind me too much of your father.”

I just look at her, the mention of my father sobering me. Her expression fell as we both looked at each other.

“A-Anyway, dearie, I think you should start opening up shop before your uncle’s mustache freezes off. You know that thing is bound to be drenched in drool by the time he wakes up. He just looks like a very sad, very soggy raccoon.”

The mental image that conjures up for me makes me laugh, trying not to spit all over the freshly cleaned counter that I had carefully attended to the night before. “Sure thing, Auntie.”

Alice smiled at me, and the pride that lit up her face made me smile, too. I left the kitchen to pass by my uncle, gently shutting his photo gallery with my finger as I went. Then I set myself to the task of organizing all these books that had just been shipped in from the neighboring kingdom. Some of these were still warm, hidden in the extremely well-insulated delivery trucks that ran sensitive items back and forth throughout town.

Paper did in fact start to become a rarity in the last decade, though books were still printed on thin sheets of plastic instead. Some were even written in the thinnest sheets of new recycled material invented four months ago. We still receive shipments of newly-written books from the next kingdom over, as new books being printed in Teigard have dwindled in response to the bitter and unrelenting cold.

With all this smothering snow and ice, no plants or animals can thrive anymore. The entire kingdom relies on imports. The only valuable export are our prized metals, mined from deep within the ground. They are quite possibly the strongest material to date anywhere in the known realm.

I shelve some books here and there, gently pushing apart already-categorized novels in order to fit them in. Soon, we’ll have to sell some, and for a hefty price. Maintaining a library in a virtually paper-less kingdom was a feat that we were unprepared to complete. 

(Feel free to drop feedback, this is something I’ve written without proofreading lol.)

AYT’s Writing Library/Collection on 12/5/2018 11:21:39 PM

Hiya! After much debate and posting in the Discord for CYS, I have finally decided to create my own thread in the Writing Workshop forum! Cue kazoo, confetti, and cheering! Hooray!

Most of the things that will be collected here are stories and not, well, storygames (since the whole idea of interconnecting pages and links—especially variables if you do Advanced mode for the games—are a bit daunting to me). If I ever do decide to start developing a storygame be sure to check it out here because I’ll probably put headers on every new post that I write. Which will probably be...a lot.

Anyhow, please enjoy the content that I’ll be haphazardly throwing out here! I’m currently working on the beginnings of what I hope will become a novel that’s sort of a mix between The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, a bit of Captain America, and Red Queen. It hasn’t come chugging along quite yet since it’s still in its really young starting phases, but once I can really get writing for this, expect regular updates.

There is also another series that’s on the backburner that I’ve spoken about before, something to do with alternate time realities and the supernatural. I was actually planning to write that for NaNoWriMo but I was obviously getting way too hyped up to write it. It’s just kind of sitting there, guilt-tripping me, in my documents.

So! Enough about me rambling! Please stick around and keep bumping this thread if you can, tagging me occasionally, to remind me to update if I haven’t updated already. After all, positive encouragement feeds the muse. Signing off! 


OFFICIAL official CYS Discord on 11/16/2018 6:05:38 PM

Y’know, it would be a really awesome idea to give me some powers! Totally not begging, or anything. 

Mean girls' locker room on 11/13/2018 1:40:44 PM

The level of sheer and utter incoherence that you have is actually astounding. I hope you learn to grow a brain soon! Best wishes. 

Mean girls' locker room on 11/13/2018 1:31:41 PM

It’s hard to insult someone who is doing such a good job of making themselves look absolutely stupid in front of a writing forum dedicated to professional writing. cheeky

Halloween! on 11/1/2018 7:26:00 PM

Hiya! I know it’s kind of stupid to ask about Halloween the day after, butI’m interested on what you all did for Halloween! Did you have fun? What was your costume? Did you go to a party, or did you stay home and watch spooky movies?

EndMaster Worship Thread on 9/22/2018 11:45:40 PM

Man, you’re just like someone I know. You were dropped as a child, weren’t you? But five second rule.