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brewsternorth:
Try to write all the different categories of fanfic (angst, fluff, UST, bromance...can you think of others?) in 10 words or less.
Angst:
It takes time, getting used to the idea of "gone".
Fluff:
They're in 1912 the first time he kisses her goodnight.
UST:
He watches his hands as he works, follows every motion.
BromanceSmarm:
(What? I think "bromance" sounds silly, is all.)
"I'm glad you're alright," he says. "And thank you."
Darkfic:
He winces, involuntarily, as the other man raises the syringe.
Adventure:
She feels like she's been running forever; still they follow.
Smut:
"Shut up and fuck me."
"What, now?"
"Yes, now."
"...Okay..."
Crack:
It all went downhill once the ninja pirate zombies appeared.
And one from me:
The Bonsai Story Generator transforms your story from a coherent fic into a series of pseudo-profound word salad sentences, perfect for incomprehensibly poetic fic.
Plug in one (or more) of your fics and post three (or more) of your favorite bonsai story sentences. No fair picking sentences that come out almost the same (i.e. "What's that?" or "She stood there" or something like that). Annotate as you like.
From The Waiting-Room World:
"A new, unknown life become concrete as he observed, spiraling out the storm. " I rather like this one, actually.
"There is no basis in stasis." lol rhyme
"His dreams are full of atmosphere and drift into another universe."
"He is grave and empty space." Another one I rather like. I might use it, if I can ever write an entire fic in poetical nonsense.
"Mathematics is functionally useless, no mind."
"The endless testing of forgetting, after all."
From Block Transfer Computations
"You’re in spite of ages, at least the long way." So there.
"He hasn’t been shed with another faint smile, supplies in no state to do any sort because then he’ll forget it, or third time instead of elimination if he wasn’t careful; any equation became easier than the relative coordinate stability...I would’ve thought of any sort because why would it need the projector, then, just the clothes making him look that he could still see around the weight of ages, at first." The trouble with having quotation marks in there is that they tend to chop up an otherwise nicely nonsensical sentence.
"After a – a library with that absurd scarf of working through sounds that wouldn’t crumble and he sounds almost like apologizing."
From An Experiment, of Sorts (1/2):
"That’s not even a good time, though."
"Run more to sit down and those faraway planets, telling probably half-true stories of the galaxy. " There's a couple of words missing there, but now it almost makes sense.
"The screwdriver stays at three in spite of light. It might even touch it."
"It occurred to interest you. " Nicely solipsistic, I think.
"He didn’t seem to occupy your generous offer of the day, he’d said I doubted that."
From Concerning Multiverse Theory:
"She pins down right now, because you know there is it? " A rearrangement of just two words would have made that make a bit of sense.
"Or had some way to the bones – for as long ago – the universe like her, feels like her, feels like she was his choice, the lower rib as she buttons up the pretense of some sort." I rather like it up until the last clause.
"Perhaps sentient beings exist even those where divergence at all."
"Conclusion: Theory provides no way to tell a choice, any other, or to spare you the pretense of other, outside changes."
"I’ve told him to tell her what he saw in superposition, a way to trigger fracture." Poetical technobabble!
"What increments are you?" Why is a mouse when it spins?
Back to my research paper. Good night, good night.
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brewsternorth: Try to write all the different categories of fanfic (angst, fluff, UST, bromance...can you think of others?) in 10 words or less.
Angst:
It takes time, getting used to the idea of "gone".
Fluff:
They're in 1912 the first time he kisses her goodnight.
UST:
He watches his hands as he works, follows every motion.
(What? I think "bromance" sounds silly, is all.)
"I'm glad you're alright," he says. "And thank you."
Darkfic:
He winces, involuntarily, as the other man raises the syringe.
Adventure:
She feels like she's been running forever; still they follow.
Smut:
"Shut up and fuck me."
"What, now?"
"Yes, now."
"...Okay..."
Crack:
It all went downhill once the ninja pirate zombies appeared.
And one from me:
The Bonsai Story Generator transforms your story from a coherent fic into a series of pseudo-profound word salad sentences, perfect for incomprehensibly poetic fic.
Plug in one (or more) of your fics and post three (or more) of your favorite bonsai story sentences. No fair picking sentences that come out almost the same (i.e. "What's that?" or "She stood there" or something like that). Annotate as you like.
From The Waiting-Room World:
"A new, unknown life become concrete as he observed, spiraling out the storm. " I rather like this one, actually.
"There is no basis in stasis." lol rhyme
"His dreams are full of atmosphere and drift into another universe."
"He is grave and empty space." Another one I rather like. I might use it, if I can ever write an entire fic in poetical nonsense.
"Mathematics is functionally useless, no mind."
"The endless testing of forgetting, after all."
From Block Transfer Computations
"You’re in spite of ages, at least the long way." So there.
"He hasn’t been shed with another faint smile, supplies in no state to do any sort because then he’ll forget it, or third time instead of elimination if he wasn’t careful; any equation became easier than the relative coordinate stability...I would’ve thought of any sort because why would it need the projector, then, just the clothes making him look that he could still see around the weight of ages, at first." The trouble with having quotation marks in there is that they tend to chop up an otherwise nicely nonsensical sentence.
"After a – a library with that absurd scarf of working through sounds that wouldn’t crumble and he sounds almost like apologizing."
From An Experiment, of Sorts (1/2):
"That’s not even a good time, though."
"Run more to sit down and those faraway planets, telling probably half-true stories of the galaxy. " There's a couple of words missing there, but now it almost makes sense.
"The screwdriver stays at three in spite of light. It might even touch it."
"It occurred to interest you. " Nicely solipsistic, I think.
"He didn’t seem to occupy your generous offer of the day, he’d said I doubted that."
From Concerning Multiverse Theory:
"She pins down right now, because you know there is it? " A rearrangement of just two words would have made that make a bit of sense.
"Or had some way to the bones – for as long ago – the universe like her, feels like her, feels like she was his choice, the lower rib as she buttons up the pretense of some sort." I rather like it up until the last clause.
"Perhaps sentient beings exist even those where divergence at all."
"Conclusion: Theory provides no way to tell a choice, any other, or to spare you the pretense of other, outside changes."
"I’ve told him to tell her what he saw in superposition, a way to trigger fracture." Poetical technobabble!
"What increments are you?" Why is a mouse when it spins?
Back to my research paper. Good night, good night.
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