StillWatersRunDeep, The Wordsmith
Hello all! I'm a student with a love for everything creative (and also working myself to death). Feel free to PM me to talk about anything! :D
Some quotes, because why not?
"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light." - Helen Keller
"It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize how much you like them." - Agatha Christie
"Sticks and stones could break my bones, but anything you say will only fuel my lungs." - "Sarcasm" by Get Scared
"Indeed," she murmured, "that was the most interesting cup of chocolate I have ever had, sitting up eight thousand feet over the middle of the Pacific Ocean quite alone." - Amelia Earhart
"What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make." - Jane Goodall
"We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep." - Prospero
The next two months I'll be swamped with exams, volunteer work, and theatre, so sorry in advance if my replies aren't ask quick as usual!
You sit in your cubicle, working away diligently. As you raise your coffee cup to your lips you freeze. You sniff the cup. This is not good. This is not good at all. You slowly open your cup... NO! Your cup falls to the floor. You jump out of your chair. You are out of coffee.
Time for a coffee break....
This is my first storygame so I hope you all enjoy it! There are 14 possible endings.
You play as Jack, an honest poet. After experiencing plumbing issues in your house, you discover that your wife Jill has been keeping a child you were unaware you even had hidden from you in your boiler room. A custody case ensues.
Note: This story is based in a fictional country and thus is not meant to replicate an real court system.
This is my entry for the first anniversary of the December Ballad Contest. Enjoy!
The bitterness of a murder permeates the calm airs of Rjonsford. Can you outwit all the riddles and challenges to catch the culprits and bring justice to the kingdom?
Words can leave scars as deep as any mortal weapon. Scars, like ink, can fade, yet will never quite be forgotten. Much less when you find an unholy object beneath your bed that casts your mind back into its darkest recesses: the world you so desperately had tried to leave behind.
Every decision in this story you unfold sets your past, rather than your future, into the stone that weighs you down.
This story has four main branches that tell separate, distinct tales. Although all four mold the life of the same person, each branch is a stand-alone story and its own, individual nightmare.
I can't take these lies anymore. My so-called sister, of all the people I thought I could actually trust, thinks she can bang up my boyfriend behind my back and get away with it. She doesn't know I know her dirty secrets, and she most certainly won't be expecting what I have in plan for her.
Part One of Three
Recent PostsHello everyone nice to meet you on 5/15/2018 10:12:31 PM
Welcome to the site, glad you've decided to become a part of it!
An Ordinary Life? on 3/8/2018 8:21:27 AM
I can help out if you want, whatever the plot is! I've been meaning to do some more co-authoring stuff.
Wildest experiences on 2/11/2018 9:24:02 PM
She was a bit, but you know what they say: the show must go on!
Wildest experiences on 2/11/2018 9:02:22 PM
This was a lot wilder for my coworker, but I was involved and it happened rather recently so it's fresh in my mind.
I'm in charge of costume operations at a live theater. For this particular play we only had three showings, and about a week ago was our last one. We had record attendance for the first two showings and were slated to do equally well on the third.
We were set to start the show at 7:00 pm, but due to an unavoidable complication, we found out a few days before that the leading role and title character of the play would be unable to arrive at the theater until just before it started. It was too late to change the showtime, and at best, we thought we'd have five minutes between her arrival and the time she set foot onstage. She had her hair and makeup done in the car while she was driven to the theater and had worn tights and a camisole underneath her outfit the whole day. By breaking the speed limit they managed to get her to the theater by 6:50.
Since the house (audience section) was open, they had to pull up to the back of the theater, right by the dumpsters and the loading bay, to avoid being seen. It was freezing out there. The director himself, my assistant, and I were outside waiting to get her costume on and prep her to go onstage.
When they pulled up she practically jumped out of the car. I notified the stage manager inside that she had arrived via my earpiece and we quickly changed her out of her outfit, right outside by the dumpsters, having to be very careful as to not mess up her makeup or hair since there would be no time to fix it. We then had to change her into this really old dress that had proven difficult to put on even when we weren't on a time crunch. While we were helping her into the dress the producer gave me the time through my earpiece and asked if she needed to slow down ticket sales for late arrivals to provide an excuse as to why the show would start late. We finally got the dress on and I said that we'd be ready.
The director helped the actor mentally prepare herself as my assistant put a coat over the dress and I put on her pearls. I noticed she had an admission wristband on from where she had been and she tried to take it off, but it was too tight and wouldn't rip. My assistant ran back into the theater to find scissors, but I was worried we wouldn't have time. I looked around and found a sharp looking piece of wood on the concrete by the dumpster and together the actor and I managed to cut the band loose.
With her full costume on, the actor, the director, and I ran inside the building. By the time she got to her position on stage right it was 6:58: we had two minutes to spare. She caught her breath and went onstage right on time.
I can only imagine how stressful the experience must have been for her, especially with putting her makeup on while speeding down the highway, but I'm glad everything turned out amazing in the end!
Contest Entry Submission Thread on 1/16/2018 8:32:01 PM
Thanks you guys!
Contest Entry Submission Thread on 1/9/2018 8:18:12 PM
There we go, it's been published.
December Contest on 1/8/2018 1:19:48 PM
You required us to make an update thread in the writing workshop, right? Doesn't that prove I didn't do what the 48 hour prerequisite to publishing aims to avoid? I'm grateful for escaping shame, but if I'd seen the warning I wouldn't have avoided it.
December Contest on 1/8/2018 12:28:54 AM
Contest Entry Submission Thread on 1/8/2018 12:21:33 AM
Yeah... I still look forward to reading all the entries including yours though! :)
Contest Entry Submission Thread on 1/8/2018 12:15:56 AM
Dang it, I just looked it over and it didn't actually let me publish it because it hasn't been two days. *proceeds to burn flowcharts and paper notes and the whole town*