Cupcakitty__13, The Wordsmith
Hi, everyone who's reading this! I'm assuming you want to learn a little about me, so here we go.
I'm only available on weekends and
I love reading and writing. I especially love CYOAs. I am often bursting with ideas, so if you're in need of a muse, I can help.
My favorite genres are fantasy and historical fiction, but I dislike horror.
I also have a large vocabulary (next time someone insults you, just call them an abecedarian) and spelling and grammatical errors make me cringe.
One of my favorite quotes (which doubles as a writing tip) is this:
You must simultaneously believe these two things about your writing:
1. My writing is the greatest work of art this universe has ever seen.
2. My writing is a worthless heap of sludge.
"Oh no... where's my password! Calm down... I'm sure it's somewhere. But what if I can't find it! All my stories... lost? No... I need to find it."
Help this budding author find her password... or all will be lost. (All her storygames, I mean.)
There exists a magical realm called the Dreaming. There are two parts to this realm: there is the part full of light, which most people enter when they sleep, and there is the Sea of Night, where unspeakable terrors lurk. These Terrors of the Night seek to escape from the Dreaming and invade the mortal world.
You are the only one that can stop them.
Surprise! For your 13th birthday, your parents have bought you your very own laptop! You're so excited! Now you can finally have all the time you want to play storygames! However, there's just one problem: your brothers ripped up the sticky note on which you wrote your password and hid the pieces all over the house!
Help Elle find her password (again) in this sequel.
Recent PostsPoetry prompt week 17 on 6/28/2019 11:33:13 AM
Why am I different?
From what I can see,
Are you imperfect?
No, it's only me.
These greatest minds
Are you mistaken?
No, it's only me.
Do it artfully
Are you an amateur?
No, it's only me.
A world they conceive
Do you have faliures?
No, it's only me.
Are you human?
No, it's only me.
The Adventures of Hunter Kajc on 6/28/2019 11:22:39 AM
Hunter drew her bow and ended the alpha's misery. The other wolves immediately turned to see who the newcomer was. Hunter gripped her bow tighter, preparing to fight.
One crept slowly toward Hunter while the others disappeared into the forest. She cursed under her breath and drew her dagger. The two circled, waiting to see who would strike first. A flash of silver and the wolf whimpered, drawing away. Then a mass of fur slammed into Hunter, knocking her into the ground. The others had been waiting to strike. Teeth and silver tore at flesh and bone, then Hunter slashed an ugly wound across a wolf's muzzle. They retreated.
Battered and bloody, Hunter sank down into the snow. The adrenaline faded, and pain coursed through her. She gritted her teeth and commenced the long walk home.
But the wolves weren't finished.
Hunter had stopped to bandage her wounds when she thought she had left the wolves' territory. But they were already in a vicious mood, and they seized an opportunity when they saw one. They pounced and Hunter had just enough time to draw her dagger once more before they attacked.
Four wolves lay dead in the snow. The last one sensed weakness among Hunter, and despite its instincts, it tried to attack her once more. Hunter thrust her dagger out, but not before the wolf raked its claws along her throat. Six dead bodies then tinted the snow red.
And she never did get that sex change.
50 words story thread. on 6/21/2019 5:54:26 PM
Alright, let's try another one:
I tried to ignore it.
But it became too much. I got angry. Why wouldn't they stop?
Next, I tried everything to please them. No mercy.
The cruel monsters! I buried my head under the pillow for hours.
Finally, I accepted it. The cats were meowing at 3 am. again.
The Adventures of Hunter Kajc on 6/15/2019 4:51:53 PM
Once upon a time, there was a young maiden living in the forest by herself (because I've had enough of male protagonists). Her name was Hunter, and a hunter she was. She respected the wild, and in turn the wild respected her. If she was to be killed, she would not die a shameful death of starvation or thirst. No, she would die gloriously, in a majestic battle between beast and woman that even the gods would envy.
It was a full moon when Hunter left her abode, her trusty bow with her. She sometimes hunted during the day, but the moon was her symbol. Her eyes were keen and could spot prey that used the darkness as a cloak. Yet she blended in with the shadows of the night, her bow and arrows having no metallic luster that could give her away.
The cold kiss of snow on her face reminded Hunter that it was harder to find game when the cold drove most of the prey into hibernation, but she had always managed. Still, she had to go farther than usual, and it was not long before she heard them.
A lesser hunter might have thought that it was the dogs of man intruding upon their domain, but Hunter knew it for what it was. It was the cries of a wolf. Even she feared the wolves, for alone they were savages, but together they were much more than that. The pack had discipline and cunning. They would use sly tricks to take down a foe much more formidable than they. Hunter and the pack had kept to their own areas of the forest, but those areas weren't like the civilized lands, with clearly defined borders. They changed with the seasons and with necessity. Even so, she knew with certainty that she was no longer the only predator. The wolves were here.
A strange, unexplainable curiosity propelled Hunter to see what was happening. She crouched down iin the shadow of a tree and saw the alpha male with his foot caught in a trap. It sickened her to see these creations of man bring down such beautiful creatures. Normally, she would immediately go to free the trapped creature or, if it was badly wounded, allow it to die with dignity. But she was not alone.
The other wolves of the pack surrounded their fallen leader. He barked and snapped fiercely, but Hunter knew it wouldn't be long before the wolves turned on their former ally. She was in a perilous situation, she knew that much. She had her weapons ready, but her bow would only be good for one shot before the wolves attacked in a flurry. Could she really hold her own against five wolves?
What should Hunter do?
The Adventures of Jach Kunter on 6/15/2019 4:03:47 PM
The Adventures of Jach Kunter on 6/15/2019 9:50:17 AM
*slaps me with a virtual ruler*
Ow! Okay, okay, I'll be good, I promise.
The Adventures of Jach Kunter on 6/14/2019 6:54:39 PM
Jach distracts the attacking wolves. No creature deserves this end. As the wolves begin to surround the alpha, he quietly climbs a tree. The first wolf strikes while Jach cuts off a limb. The others are about to follow when he hurls it into the forest. The wolves perk up their ears and go to investigate, but he knows they won't be gone for long. He cuts off another limb, a long one, and drops from the tree. The trapped alpha growls fiercely. "You idiot. I'm trying to help you," Jach mutters under his breath. He wedges the stick into the trap and...
(I wanted to try my hand at writing the story.)
Poetry prompt: Week 14 on 5/11/2019 12:12:08 PM
Dragonet is supposed to mean "small dragon" Why?
I was playing music from How to Train your dragon and it rhymed.
P.S. Sorry for the delayed response.
Poetry prompt: Week 14 on 5/4/2019 7:38:18 AM
Why can I not quite get
This song in band
To my extreme surprise
One day it clicks
50 words story thread. on 3/2/2019 5:22:07 PM
Perhaps there was a summer's day
Where I once was in love
But the moment has now faded away
With nothing but dreams it is made of
And now I pour my heart onto the page
So I shall not forget
My love, flown away to the heavens