May 2023's Writer's Support Thread

Oh boy, it’s time to shamelessly jump on the snippet sharing bandwagon!

This one is from Act Two of Onryō, which I will be working on more intently once I’ve achieved the desired death rate in Act One. (It’s a lot harder to kill people than you’d think.)

My snippet.

(Makoto is gender switchable, but I’ll refer to them as a she for this snippet)

You climb back up the stairs, not desiring to get involved in ${kit}'s casual acts of arson, or getting in the way of Watanabe’s wrath.

Upon returning to Makoto’s room, you find her sat at her desk, furiously typing away at the keyboard in front of her. She turns her head towards you as you enter, “Hey. I’ve got the security footage you requested.” She says to you.

“Let’s see it.” You tell her, nodding your head.

She presses the space bar, and the video on the screen begins playing. The CCTV footage that she acquired appears to be from inside of a casino, and you can see Akari talking to a man who you assume is a lower-ranking Yakuza member.

You do notice, however, that for some reason, Makoto has heavily zoomed into Akari’s… Um, proportions.

You send her a pointed glance, and she frantically moves to zoom the camera back out, mumbling something you are unable to hear as she does.

“Hanabusa-san, we are already fifty percent over budget, and you want to spend money on this?” The man says to Akari, seemingly in a panic.

Akari turns to him, and reaches out her hand to caress his face. “What’s wrong with it Irumota? You don’t have an issue with me do you?” She asks him, her eyes resembling a dog begging for food.

Irumota looks down to the floor, blushing slightly, before replying, “N… No, it’s not you I have an issue with, but… We can’t just buy an elephant!”

Akari gives him a wide smile, “Not with that attitude you can’t!” She says, before giggling, and walking out of the camera’s field of view. Irumota stands there, as if he were about to suffer a heart attack, before running after her.

You tear your gaze from the screen, and look at Makoto, who is sipping loudly on a can of soda.

“She’s insane.” You state simply.

But, as for the main discussion.

@vera , this may just be because I live in the UK, and speak UK english, but if you hadn’t have said that you were a non-native speaker, I would’ve probably thought you were a native speaker.

Some people speak and write differently. A sentence’s length will vary depending on the situation. If a long sentence is needed, go for it! But most of the time, if you can get away with a short sentence, you should probably go with that.

I’d recommend you get into the habit of questioning whether a comma can be a full stop, and you’ll go far.

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Hi. I will post the beginning of a scene here. Don’t expect brilliance, I am a sloppy writer but any pointer are welcome.

Crimson Midnight

“The shining crimson sky is just a fantasy covered by all the fumes of progress."

The baritone suave voice keeps flowing through the meter. In the police quarters, all men remain there speechless. You look at your big tired hands wounded by hard work and sorrows, still, you keep listening.

"Mana and nitrous oxide mixed with the sweat and garbage of the most decadent floating island in the kingdom. One million people are crammed into 6 km2 of an island. All conspiring in the shadows to obtain a way up to the cleaner float islands of beyond the crimson sky.”

“Hey, John! move your big fatty hairy arse from that brazier! it’s your turn to patrol.”

“Hmm, yes sir!” You mumble letting your fellow officers lose in hearing the damn radio show.

“Don’t turn off the radio, I like to listen to the serials about Whitechapel’s murders.”

You yawn without saying anything else, leaving the lukewarm tin cup with a brown, bitter liquid on a rusty barrel, vaguely reminiscent of one of those fragrant teas from the upper islands.

Just like the bulky whining radio, a luxury that reminds us that there is life beyond this dunghill.

“Stop making that posh wizard faces, and finish your bloody tea. We don’t have time to be finicky down here.”
Dick mumbles with a wink across his chubby face with cheeks worn and flushed from decades of cheap booze,

“Joshua made it” He adds dropping a good splash of gin or something that smells more like white spirit with cinnamon and lemon. “Take a sip, John. I would never go out to hell that is Whitechapel sober.”

*choice
1- Accept
2-Refuse
3- Let him be. As you move towards your old police coat and lantern. some fellas aren’t cut for this work.

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I’ve read your excerpt properly now! Personally I really enjoy the style It’s a style that’s noticeable and evocative, and I think it works well, especially for the subject matter. It reminds me of some of the “weird fiction” style with lots of twists and turns in sentences that add up to make something delightful.

Regarding anything clunky, there were a just a couple of things that made me pause: in At the very least, mage can’t ruin this flat much more I wasn’t sure what “mage” meant and wasn’t sure if it was missing an “a” or “the”. And the scream is shut phrase made me unsure for a second what it meant - I suppose in English it’s an unusual way of saying it and someone might more usually say “cut off” or similar. That said, for that one it’s a matter of taste - as are the long sentences, which I found very pleasing.

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Is there a thread specifically to find beta readers? I’m making progress on an older game i had set on the back burner but I’m not quite ready to open it up to feedback from the whole forum yet (and feel pressured to make constant updates)

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The mage in question was from an earlier scene of the prologue. I assumed that since the player character knows that the thing outside his windows is one, article would not be necessary.

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I think here is a good place. More if you do not want to do a specific thread yet

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I like this. It’s definitely building up a solid picture in my mind, which is the best result you can get from writing.

Since you asked for pointers, I think the only thing that jumps out is

The baritone suave voice keeps flowing through the meter.

Something about that sentence doesn’t flow right. I think it’s the word order, and I would perhaps go with

The suave baritone flows through the meter.

It might just be me, but I think that works better.

Overall, a good snippet that’s great to see! :slight_smile:

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No, but if people want, I can make a “readers” wanted list in the first post this month and maybe put this and other “help” wanted lists in a second post.

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I am open to including various lists, just remember no advertising for coders (as per our forum rules) if this is something everyone wants.

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As a rule, in English any singular noun used as a sentence’s subject or object that is not someone’s name requires an article, either the definite (the) or one of the indefinites (a/an). If the noun is plural, it requires an article if… hm… how to explain this easily… if it’s a finite subgroup, I guess?

Example:
“Mages can’t ruin this flat much more” would refer to the totality of mages - every mage, everywhere (all at once :stuck_out_tongue: ), whereas “The mages can’t ruin this flat much more” would refer to a specific subset of those mages, like the ones the MC would be fighting at the time.

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There is a reason for that. There is kind of an unspoken rule for the order of adjectives within English.

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As a Spaniard, this order of adjectives is one of my big problems. One of our main stylistic ways of writing is changing abjectives to maintain sound or flow.

Similarly, your literature does in some Shakespeare sonnets. It is so common that is part nowadays our common writing.

As @Eiwynn said for me at least, English is a very linear too literal language.

So as I come from a very different way to understand literature and language it is very difficult to cut down phrases and descriptions. For me sounds plain and boring because it is not my cultural heritage way of writing

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Okay :slight_smile: well, then, would anyone like to beta read a few chapters and provide feedback? actually, you don’t even have to commit! story is available here: https://dashingdon.com/play/spokes/of-royal-birth--forlorn-fate/mygame/, please DM me any feedback you might have after reading it (so we don’t clutter this thread any further)–once I’m a few more chapters in I’ll make a new thread and solicit more feedback there, but I want to make sure I’ve actually got something here and I’m not just spinning my wheels. Thanks in advance!

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Time to contribute to the excerpt bandwagon, and I hope @HarrisPS notices my writing.
This comes from the chapter I’ll update this week.

Excerpt from Chapter 8: The Long-Distance Paladin

The monster snickers, “Whatever! You will soon join your parents in the underworld! For I, Dashalt, will blow you all away with my patented Shark Hurricane!”

Nine adventurers against a monstrous humanoid shark.
We have superior numbers, alright, but we shouldn’t be too complacent!

The battle strategies are basically the same.
Joverlyn, Neroko, and I blast the notorious monster with our trademark spells, Jojo and Niko wail away with their bullets and arrows, and Kimpoy, Reycard, Dimael, and Charlize get up close and personal with their slashes and pierces.
But the shark monster opts to swim in the asphalt again, via the fissures he created.
The melee fighters all agree to preempt the monster by anticipating which fissure he will try to swim in next, and then ambush him from there.
However, Dashalt also expects their strategy, so he swerves his body and rams it against the four, temporarily knocking them out.

”Hold on to your nuts, this will surely blow!”
He declares that as he motions his hands, and circular gusts of wind soon emerge from them.
As he flings his arms, two hurricane-like pillars of wind approach the rest of us at high speeds.
Jojo and Niko try to neutralize the hurricanes with their well-aimed shots, but the bullets and arrows just ricochet against the barrier-like nature of these turbulent winds.
With that strategy not working, our spell-casting is about to get interrupted, when…

Charlize eventually gets up from her knockdown, and the other melee fighters soon follow suit.
As she sees the hurricanes, I can see her body struggling to move, as if the hurricanes trigger that sordid event in her life.


It was not just the humongous waves, the violent tides, that took the lives of everyone in the resort, save for the baby who was the lone survivor.
Several pillars of raging winds also manifested in the waters beyond the resort, as if they were the source of all those violent waves.
These two outbursts were the product of the evil god, Zaqqum, who wanted to implant the curse of the serpent seed onto the next bearer after he was done killing its then-current bearer.
And other innocent people had to pay the price for just being at the wrong place, and at the wrong time.

Once the disaster was done taking enough lives, and the winds and the waters subsided, the baby just cried among the ruins, with no one else hearing it for the next few hours.
Until a group of hunter-gatherers chanced upon the ruined resort and heard the baby’s cries amidst the death and destruction.
They quickly learned that the baby’s parents and all other people there were dead, and thus they informed the residents of nearby settlements of the bad news.
And as for the baby?
She would then be adopted by the same group of hunter-gatherers into their lifestyle, until she was old enough to fend for herself.


But I know that a paladin’s spirit is strong, and Charlize does just that, as a courageous aura quickly builds around her body.
Alright! It’s time for you to shine, and make your girlfriend proud!

She then channels the aura into her sword, the Needle of Alunsina, creating a much longer blade of pure energy that looks sharp enough to cut through everything.
“I was once a helpless child. Now I’m the nightmare of those who do nothing but ruin the lives of many!
“In the name of the Most High, just move on. What you are doing gains nothing but mere noise. Furor of So Forr!
With several slashes of her enhanced sword, she easily slices the hurricanes down to nothing, and she also slashes the notorious monster in the process, creating sparks around his quickly-degenerating body.

“Somehow I don’t feel like killing anymore. Thanks. Thank you SO much.”
Dashalt sarcastically makes his final words before falling down for good and exploding, putting an end to the hopefully last vestige of the disaster.

As the Needle of Alunsina quickly reverts to its original form, we, Reiran included, all congratulate Charlize on landing the final blow and handing us all victory.

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Mid-May update for me (yeah, I’m going all in for this month at least). Thank you all for the welcome! <3

I’ve actually done a lot more writing in the last few weeks than I have in probably the last few months. So far, I’m at about 10k words for my newest chapter which still has a few things to happen in it and I need to flesh out a few sections that are mostly just dialogue as they feel like something is missing.

Talking about Keith Snippet

“Catherine would never cheat.” I knew I was glaring but I did not care. How dare she imply that my sister would be that kind of person?!

“I’m sure Rebecca did not mean it like that.” Zachariah’s voice had taken on a placating tone. And I immediately knew that he did not believe his own words. His emotions made it clear that he understood and believed Rebecca’s reasoning.

“Then how did you mean it?” I kept my attention focused on Rebecca and ignored Zachariah.

“I meant it like how I said it.” Rebecca said and stared back at me. “You have never met Keith.”

“No, I haven’t met Keith.” I responded. “What is your problem with him?”

“Keith is…” Rebecca’s face fell into a fathomless expression. Those red eyes became distant as she started to stare at the floor. There was something about that look that almost looked dead.

It suddenly felt like a chill fell in the room as if the temperature had suddenly dropped just with the mention of Keith.

“Keith is the heir of the family.” Zachariah started speaking as if to take the burden from Rebecca. “He has been raised from birth to be the next head of the Goldmans and he is one of the strongest necromancers the family has ever seen.”

English can be super weird to write with and I say that as a native English speaker. I spent the last 2 years doing nothing but business style writing (basically take out all the fun stuff and be super direct) and even that is a challenge to jump back into story writing. Hats off to all you who are doing this with English being a second language.

Random but I heard a joke once that English is the language that rifles through other languages’ pockets for loose grammar and words.

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Here a phrasing feels kind of strange to me. I think it’s because the construction works best with infinitive - “you mumble, letting your fellow officers get lost in hearing the damn radio show”. The can also be replaced with this / that for ease of reading.

Here it’d be either these or those if faces are in plural.

Despite these nitpicks, I feel this works nicely in setting the scene. Thy art a beat cop stuck on the lowest levels of a flying city, there has been a murder, most of your colleagues seem interested in getting on upper levels, the overall tone reminds me of 90s police procedurals, something like Улица Разбитых Фонарей. I like it, so that’s no point aganist your piece - I just want to specify I mean Russia’s nineties when I usually mention that time period.

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I hope to take a proper look at the other excerpts later today, though am a bit swamped this morning. I love seeing what people are working on though :heart:

I’ve hit 41000 words for Chapter 2 of my new project aka Project Hotsprings. It’s somehow happened that I intended for this game to be relatively snappy in word count terms but it’s become wildly larger than either Creme or Royal Affairs, so I don’t even know. I’m very pleased with it though.

Today I’m writing about tense reunions. Yesterday I was writing about fictional religious ceremonies.

The church is the pride of the town. It’s the oldest surviving building in the place, since the original town hall burned down five centuries ago—an event which some townsfolk refer to as though it were last month—and is constructed from leaded glass, light streaming into it from the midday sunshine. Flanking the doorway, which is a simple arch, are statues of Elene, deity of the sun, and Crinn, deity of water, twice your height.

Platinum Package beta is going well. My “unresolved&untriaged” inbox is empty and my to-do list is full; I hope to have an update up for testers by the end of the week.

I’m a bit nervous because at some point today I’m going to post a public announcement about my new project aka Project Hotsprings. I’ve got the text of the posts all lined up but it’s hard not to go poking around in it to make tiny word changes instead of, y’know, posting it, or getting on with the rest of the work I need to do today :sweat_smile:

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Great feeback! Yeah, I agree. I would do a polish when the whole chapter is finished, as I need to know that I have the whole piece figure out; then I will start editing. I love to see that I could project the atmosphere I wanted in the first scene. This prologue starts straight to action.

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My favorite is that English isn’t a language at all, it’s five languages in a trenchcoat.

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You know, that totally fits with English.

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Mmm… We have Celtic, Latin, Protogerman (Angles, Saxons and Jutes), Scandinavian (Vikings) and French with Viking accent (Normanns). Did I miss anyone?

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