Orange, The Novelist
Hello there, I'm Orange! As the weekend approaches, I just want to lift the spirits (pun intended) of everyone whose weekend plans include sobbing into a glass of whiskey while thinking about how sad and lonely they are. Just remember: don't think of it as drinking alone. think of it as pregaming for a game that's never going to happen.
"I think everyone is fairly boring. You're really really boring though. Like white bread on a clean plate but under the bread on the other side is tobasco with sprinkles in it" -Ford
"Clearly Orange is a faggot and also a straight whore" -Steve
"I can fit a grand total of two sharpies in my ass" -Orange
"Nobody can replace someone as worthless as Orange" -MinnieKing
"You're better than average at not making money" -my sister after I told her I'm a very average person
"I used to think Orange is boring but now I think it's a thin veneer and she will stab someone with scissors someday" -Mizal, 2018
Elliot hears news that his aunt is dying. He has to trek through a forest haunted by his own memories in order to see her before she passes. There are two paths through the forest and two true endings. They are both clearly marked as 'epilogue.' The maturity level is probably a bit of an exaggeration but there's some material that is definitely mature in one of the paths.
Penthos, the Greek daimon of grief, begins destroying Seattle, forcing people to feel more grief than ever. There are three true endings, each clearly labeled 'epilogue.' This is my entry for the 2017 Chaos contest.
Warning: rated 7/8 for a reason. It's about the apocalypse, so naturally, there is gore. Not excessively detailed gore, but it is still present.
Nothing doesn't exist, but still he helps others and resists fate.
The goddess of an orchard has been alone with only trees for company for the last thousand years. Then one day, a little boy comes to her orchard. There is one true ending, you'll know when you find it because it says "true ending."
In a small Alaskan fishing town, Val lost everything.
I ran my hand along her porcelain skin
Stillness greeted my soft touch
I kissed her smooth and lovely neck
Cold fingers stuck in my clutch
I did not know her when she lived
But here she was in my arms
I sniffed her hair and touched her breast
Her body would meet no harm
If people knew my secret fantasies
They’d surely think me mental
But they just do not understand
I am always, always gentle
Recent PostsContest:Battle in the Ruins of a Dead Civilization on 8/30/2019 3:38:24 PM
Count me in
The Bar on East Manhattan on 8/29/2019 12:35:55 PM
I know I’m late but I couldn’t help but try my hand at it. I keep imagining this to the tune of Big Rock Candy Mountain. No idea why.
In the bar on East Manhattan
There’s live music every day
It starts at 12th of Never
And always gets delayed
The barmaid is a beauty
If you look past her rotten gums
She’s always right and snooty
And her nose looks like a thumb
The owner’s a good fella
If you like ratchety old men
He’ll wack you with his umbrella
Just for giving him a grin
At least the building’s not too bad
If you don’t mind the rats
And one thing that I should add
It smells like a pissing cat
The locals are all friendly
But they’ll never be caught there
So there’s one too many
Tourist, and they all tend to glare
But the brandy can’t be beaten
And they’ll never cut you off
So you won’t catch me cheatin’
On that bar that is a scruff
So come with me
We’ll go and drink
Until we can’t see
And the place don’t stink
In the bar on East Manhattan
Poetry prompt: week 13 on 4/25/2019 3:52:40 PM
I want everyone to write villanelles about villians. It could be a super villain, historic villain, or your neighbor Bob who is just kind of an asshole.
Poetry prompt: week 13 on 4/22/2019 8:12:56 PM
I thought I’d make it a little funny to fit with the style of a limerick while still making it a bit edgy:
There was a man named Bob
They say he joined the mob
First he’d take you
Then he’d rape you
Then he’d start his job
First he’d cut off your toes
What he did with them nobody knows
Then he’d cut off your nipples
Sew them onto your dimples
And promptly let you go
Poetry prompt: Week 12 on 4/10/2019 4:34:32 PM
Marooned on an island, the pirate wept
No water nor food nor shelter nor shade
A loaded gun and rum were all he kept
Shaking pistol to head his mind was made
But the waves floated softly on the shore
The sand was soft against his bloated skin
The gentlest breeze left him wanting more
And way far out he saw a dolphin’s fin
Crabs too small for eating crawled all around
And he wondered at the island’s beauty
Sand that shined like gold laid around the ground
Nature is truly a sacred booty
Marooned on an island, the pirate sighed
And with a smile, he shot himself and died
Pointless Poll on 4/2/2019 6:28:44 PM
Meowzal because she’s secretly a lonely cat lady with 20+ cats.
User of a Username: Inspiration on 9/20/2018 12:22:12 PM
I was eating an orange when I made my account.
Mizal is now an admin on 7/10/2018 7:37:58 PM
Some Questions for You, as a Reader on 6/22/2018 11:02:43 PM
1) Cecily and Gavin are probably my favorite medieval names. They're still sparingly used today which makes them recognizable but they both have that old timey feel.
2) When it comes to romance, I love it when two characters start as friends and slowly start the feelings train. A lot of romances are rushed (I'm guilty of this as well) and it often seems unrealistic or like the story goes on hold for the romance. The romance should be woven into the story carefully so the plot and the romantic subplot don't compete, but rather work together.
3) It's not all medieval, but Black Adder is a good one.
4) I love medieval stories so absolutely! Good luck!
Killa's Spring Thing Results Thread on 6/7/2018 10:16:25 PM
I wrote my story in roughly 3-4 hours and tied for third. I'm ashamed of myself and everyone else.