Post your short story ideas. It's not like they're going anywhere

what does that do to his psyche

Angels and demons battling eachother. Humans and aliens get caught in the crossfire. Very epical.

Pige

Same thing happens in Simak's City

american porno cameraman is hired by a JAV studio; culture shock ensues.

That's a tapir

pige

three little piges and the big bad wolf

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I'm more likely to write comic but this is how it will go
>a young man starts dodging his family and responsibility and one day decides to start traveling like a hobo
>he sees a lot of horrendous thing living on the streets and becomes insensitive to it
>he became an even bigger piece of shit by starting to do the petty crime, he dropped his guard, thinks he is doing nothing wrong
>finally he killed somebody (or something equal to that), managed to escape, but barely
>he is confronted whit enormous guilt and starts to rethink his life
>gets help from the source he least expected, he also got some odd job

the rest I still need to think about
I don't know if I should do happy or sad or undefined ending

Currently working on a story that has a more cosmic horror type of backstory.
Not sure what setting to use in the end but I want to make multiple stories that use the cosmic horror theme to it and move the bigger story along.

A boy (Calvin) meets a tiger I will name hobbes. They will live through cute little adventures constantly learning little snippets of life wisdom mixed with sarcastic quips

The Republic of Kekistan farms enough upvotes to trade valuble net currency. After setting up a parliament under the President, first territory is bought and later annexed, which causes geopolitic trouble. Kekistan forms alliances with other states of questioned status. Leaders of all countries have to adjust their policies.

Protagonist wakes up in an abandoned city in the middle of a desert and proceeds to explore it

tweak it into something different than vid below

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I honestly had a similar opening for one of the stories I've written in my free time, however in my case the protagonist was in space while in a stasis pod and fell down to earth a thousand years later when everything has gone to hell.
He has no memories of who he is or where he came from and has to travel through the remnants of human civilization which has become a blighted hellscape.

Speaking of space, I also had another idea of someone waking up in an abandoned space station and exploring it that came to me after playing Alien Isolation

That kind of reminds me of Moon, but it might be a nice twist to have someone wake up after a whole bunch of shit has gone down on a space station and he has to make sense of it all.
Makes me wonder how you'll keep that interesting and engaging to the reader when there isn't an active threat ?
Maybe he has to go around the station finding videologs or whatever to find out what happened ?

>Makes me wonder how you'll keep that interesting and engaging to the reader when there isn't an active threat ?
Oh, it wouldn't really be a story, just a literary exercise in describing this empty station adrift into space

Ah that makes much more sense, having nothing happen doesn't do much to engage the reader but it would be a nice excersise.

I'd give it an ambiguous ending cos I'm a lazy fuck

Sounds like a Conan story I read one time.....

Really? Do you remember the title or any other information?

Original Poster turned on his computer again as he did every morning. He wiped the crust from his eyes, using the spit dripping from his mouth to better extract the small, dried bits. Original poster opens his word document and reviews it. He closes it in frustration. As he expected, his work did not improve despite reading it again like he had for the past 5 months. With despair in his heart and gas building in his stomach, he opens Google chrome to visit his beloved literature board on Yea Forums. He gives himself a crusty, devious smile as he clicks the "New Thread" button with his decrepit and slimy fingers. "Your story bad, by the way" he writes, knowing that his only hope in life is to put down others with similar aspirations. The hole in his heart felt soothed, for the moment, by the blackness of his hate. He clicked the incognito tab and finished his ritual. Original Poster had done his dastardly deed for the day.

makes him cum (the little death)

it's like neon genesis evangelion but like... fuckin... like...

That sounds fun as fuck. Get on with the writing I'm waiting.

user, that's just an excerpt from my diary desu.

And you let me steal it. Maybe you need to...level up, heh.

Posting my short story cause the critique threads are ignoring me rn. It's probably going in the trunk so I need as much feedback as I can on it.
pastebin.com/h4BNUCVb

If ya'll don't want to read it the pitch is: a sleazy ghost hunter is hired by a family to find a missing kid in the forest. I pitched it originally as Jaws meets ghost busters. I imagined Bill Murray's Peter Venkman as Shaw's character Quint, telling a ghost story that changed his life forever.

Do it please

It sounds like it could be good from the pitch, but I honestly loathe it when people imagine popular Hollywood actors playing the characters in their story.

When I wrote it I tried very hard to divert it from the films so I could avoid comparisons. Specifically how ghosts work and how they bust them. As far as the GB's description, I stopped thinking of him like that beyond conception stage. He'd probably look a little more like Quint, but there are some notable features included that wouldn't make any reader think of that at least.

Either way, good luck. You have a decent base so far (decent can always turn into fantastic when fleshed out)

kek

An Invasion Of The Body-Snatchers told from the point-of-view of one of the snatchers, who not only retains vivid memories of his past bodily habitations & planets, but is also a virtuoso of bantering, gossipy, monologue. Yea Forums is conspicuously bereft of persons who could pull it off, but I can only hope someone here can recommend the idea to someone elsewhere who could.

non-linear narrative taking place over 7 (or 14) days. incel becomes best friends with a stacey, eventually driven into a schizophrenic state of mind by intense paranoia created by their friendship, he kills her on day 7

you are welcome for this based idea

>we caused the Big Bang

why not both, I once found this book in which the protagonist wakes up in town in the desert (wild west era) and he proceeds to explore it, he doesn't remember anything and soon finds out he was abducted by aliens and that aliens are attacking the village and the rest is in the title

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Funny thing is, I just rewatched that movie yesterday to get some inspiration for a wild west story

Pigey pigey

Galahad is somehow mistaken for the devil

i had two dreams in the last year that i feel have great potential for being fleshed out.
i had a dream about a certain valley
and in this dream i understood weather and time in a new way, and my eyes were capable of zooming and slowing what i see like, sort of like live sports when plays are replayed from different angles.
i was sitting on a hillside in the valley, not really aware of my body but very focused on the plains that extended in front of me. the sun was bright and contrasted with an approaching storm cloud that moved from the plains toward a far treeline. thunder rolled from the storm across miles and reached me. as the clouds approached the forest my vision focused on a creature exiting the storm and tearing to the trees. i was able to zoom and slow the feed, the creature is a primeval lion, her body stretching with speed. golden light suddenly is now flooding the forest, shadows pulling and breaking on her elongated form. the clouds reach the woods and the lion is gone with the golden light fading quickly. i am now in the woods about 100 feet or so and i see a spinning ring of dark shadows dancing, floating in front of me. they spin into a group of shadowy deer that run into the woods out of view.

i few years earlier i had a dream where i had jumped off a cliff to escape a monster bear and been able to fly using a towel on my shoulders like a glider. i soared slowly into the valley which i now dream about and i remember this was the only dream I’ve ever had a narrator in. As I flew, i looked below me and saw houses and structures and i heard a narrator say something descriptive about the people who lived there. i landed in a field near a barn like building and the last thing i remember is walking inside, there werent any people just rusty complicated tools all over the walls.

P I G E

A story about the ever-increasing pain and misery a man feels realising that he will never be seen as a sexual parthner from the opposite sex because of his hight. You will be taken on a journey about a man who's fait is sealed as suicidal thoughts and self-loathing slowly chip away at his character, the complete and utter destruction of a person.

that's literally just crime and punishment you fucking hack

Early 2017...
A fifteen year old Muslim girl named Sara lives in a province of Syria that’s controlled by ISIS. Everyday she toils to care for her bedridden, dementia/cancer laden grandfather. She never knew her father and grandpa tells her that her mother died sometime in 2004 in Iraq shortly after Sara was born. She’s forced to wear a full burqa when she goes out and after she’s almost raped by a some inbred fuckstick, she uses the Silk Road/dark web/black market to purchase a collapsible .308 with a suppressor and 100 rounds of subsonic ammo. This gun here m.youtube.com/watch?v=OwBMG_F-5EE
The. Proceeds to wage an “enemy at the gates” style sniper war against the caliphate (after studying YouTube videos on long distance shooting/sniping) while also caring for her delirious grandfather who has fits of PTSD about his time as a sniper fighting against the soviets during the 80’s. His rants also reveal the secret that Sara’s mother was the secret identity of the elusive and deadly “JUBA” sniper
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juba_(sniper)
that killed numerous US service members during the Iraq war. By being crafty and learning to hide her weaponry under her clothes, Sara plays a deadly game of cat and mouse with ISIS as she hunts for blinds and evades patrols.
Tentatively titled “the sixth pillar”
Writing chapter two as we speak. It’ll probably be done by Halloween. But shit is hectic right now. My dad died yesterday morning and right now Bourbon is the only thing that helps.

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Give me some feedback.

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Is this based on a true story? Is it titled "my diary desu" by any chance?

I am working on a novel series. I am currently writing a short story about an actor in a culture of avian folk. He is what is called a "Dead Face", basically a clown that portrays a deceased figure meant to be used to satirize the living. He plays Dead Faces of idiots and children, and is he himself believed to be of simple mind. He observes something he should not and is gripped by fear and conspiracy as he must now continue to facade of idiocy.

Essentially pic related but for a clown of a dead person.

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Sorry for your loss. It doesn't sound like a story i'd enjoy but its an interesting premise anyway.

>lads' camping trip
> In boredom,
> felt bad ---- ax this phrase

I liked the nihilistic vibe of it. It holds the attention. Though, the last paragraph is a bit too much tell not show for my taste.

Idea: perhaps the narrator is back at that place by chance five years later. He sees the bare dirt patch where the duck was buried. You wouldn't even know anything was murdered and buried beneath the soil. Yet he feels guilty for the bare dirt. A girl calls for him in the distance and he leaves. Life goes on.

I dunno, im drunk. have a pepe

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If I were to write an ending for this
>after a year or two, defeated, he returns to his parents, not having forgiven himself, and very likely to fall back to relying on his parents

for the dialog hurdle I'd suggest watching the quest for fire. they set up distinct, if shallow, characters with minimal communication and no language.

>a tapir icon
I guess I just gotta click on it and write about someone doing something. Last night, I watched Tucker Carlson going ballistic over some stupid muslim senator saying something about someone doing something. The only thing I could think about was: how dare Tucker do something about someone doing something?

I'm gay

me too

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it’s a post apocalyptic novel set after a nuclear war has killed most of the worlds population and left the rest sterile. The protagonist/narrator is bitter about being unable to have children and leave a visible legacy to the world and a lot of his/her (haven’t decided) internal dialogue is about a search for meaning when traditional goals human goals don’t really exist. The protag eventually comes across and artist who has spent the last several years creating life sized sculptures and arranging them to create a still life of his hometown, which has become his life work. At first enraptured, the protagonist eventually becomes bitter at the artist’s ability to create permanence and blinds him before destroying the sculptures

user tries to get a qt 3.14 gf

>He is what is called a "Dead Face", basically a clown that portrays a deceased figure
Sounds like Zrcadlo from Walpurgisnacht.

Explain further.

Yo I opened this expecting to not like it and think it was cringe. I guess I am a bit jaded when it comes to a lot of the writing on this board, especially fantasy. But your writing is clean and very progressive in the sense that it seems to keep moving without hiccups. Very nice user.

Zrcadlo is an "actor" who channels dead people from Gustav Meyrink's novel. His name means mirror

Thanks man, that means a lot to me.

What are all of your guys creative processes? I just start with an idea of what I think is cool garbage fiction and wing it. Try and mold it into something better along the way. I wrote without a written down outline and maybe that’s a strength or a weakness but I find it easier not to get locked into a preset idea.

Time is usually my creative process. The metaphors are tired, but they really are seeds, and some aren't worth growing.

If you have the base idea or observation, you can stretch it into plenty of things for a story. Consider how your character's arc fits the base idea, then consider the supporting characters and their relationships, etc. When you think about all that stuff it starts to snowball.

I hold onto good ideas forever and write down a shitty intro and like 10k words at least so later I can come back and rewrite it when I’ve had time to think about it and get better at writing in general so I understand this

this ending probably suits his personality

A group of scientists discover that a cosmic event will end all life on Earth in about one year and this cannot be avoided at all. They realize that telling this to the public will lead to a breakdown of society. So instead they decide to keep it a secret and use their remaining one year for hedonism, spending all their money on luxury holidays.

However, they find that they cannot really relax because they are always worried that another member of the team will rat on them and around halfway of their trip around the world, fucking sluts, doing all kinds of drugs etc. they turn on each other with the fear that someone else will ruin their fun.

pige

Good, very good, you fucking bastard.

Not bad but it would be interesting to see the actual breakdown.

be honest with yourself senpai you just wanna write about your badass tsundere muslim waifu don't you?

Pige

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Sounds good, but keep it light hearted, without endless "the world is dying a bloo bloo bloo".
I don't care about the actual breakdown, it's not the interesting part of the story. This is similar to a bunch of thieves committing the perfect crime, and turning on each other afterwards because of the fear of the cops. Find what makes this situation different from the thieves example and focus on that.

Black man gets called a nigger and goes on to commit murder, but he gets pardoned because the judge felt it was justified.

Sorry for your loss user.

Doesn't sound like a novel. It sounds like the first 50-100 pages. In general I'm not a fan of the violent ending, feels kinda forced. Why doesn't he find a different form of art? Why doesn't he create his own dolls? Why resort to violence? It's dramatic, sure, but it isn't any more fulfilling than the protagonist taking comfort in the artist's friendship and deciding to create miniature cities.

Also have this other story in the works about an interracial couple where the black woman cheats on her boyfriend and the boyfriend, in a fit of rage upon finding out, calls her a nigger and gets ostracized by his friends and family because of it.

I also have this one story already almost finished about a rich black man with a white cleaning lady. The black man calls her a nigger one day and she kills herself out of shame.

>mixing tenses, didn't pass 10th grade english class
>look at me I can namedrop drugs I'm so cool give me attention
>incel grief
>shallow, disconnected thoughts don't narrate a cohesive story
>no insights to any of the characters, not even the narrarator
>telling not showing, reads like a summary not a story
>cringy diction choice, limited vocabulary, repetitive sentence structure, uninteresting and/or captain obvious commentary
>whiny zoomer thinks people want to read about his masturbation habits and drug addictions
There's potential there but it's buried under incompetence. The story should be a vehicle for what you really wanted to say, and instead, every word you write just buries your point in further mire. Just because your english teacher in 6th grade praised you for that level of shit doesn't make it good. Read more classics and try again. You have to pick your thoughts up out of the mud and give them a shine for them to come through.
It's not the worst thing I've read on Yea Forums and you have a point, you just can't competently showcase it.

for
obviously.

protagonist: some detective
antagonist: a magician

the magician dude does some flashy crimes but gets caught in a boring way. in court he says he'll plead guilty if the state recognizes he comitted the crime with his mystic magic. this is of course fucking retarded but they cant connect him with the crimes otherwise and they have no clue how he did it.
so the detective backtracks every crime scene for evidence and peice of a story (this is a good chance to sneak in some indicators of motivations for the magic dude) and can at the end retell the complete narrative of the magicians actions, how his tricks work, and why he did it.
ideally i would make it with him ending up out of jail one way or another to keep the mystique feeling at the end, but i cant for the life of me even write a sentence of this story.

Sounds cool, you could start your story while everyone is already in court and they are recapping the events for the judge

yeah, that the idea. would start with them asking questions in court about how and qhen he did it and most of his replies would be "with magic your honour owo". so they'd have to get someone to get more thorough with the investigation. namely our protag. id need to contrast them in terms of confidence or a similiar trait and make the chronology and motivations before actually starting writing the individual crimes/scenes tho and im pretty much a brainlet in terms of crime novels

dust
wind, as the false flagged rewnewable resoirce that it is, got depleted. so dust started settling eveywhere. you gotta use your car if you dont want it to get dusty, planes must ve stored in closed areas and people gotta shake trees and flowers so they can get sun every now and then. just a short story anout a daily life in this reality could be comfy writing for anyone that wants to try.

pige

heh
PIGES

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