ROUGH DRAFT OF NOVEL PROLOGUEAnthropomaton.That was the medical and political term for what Anastasia Crow was. No one but the doctors and her Grandmama called her that, though. She honestly prefered the vernacular for her condition: cyborg.
There were other, more crude, names for cyborgs that float around the city, but they were never aimed at her. She custom made her own leg and arm herself to make sure they were perfect. She always wore her leather gloves and boots with long sleeves and pant legs. Her hair hid her metallic ear. No one, not even the pesky people from the press, noticed her differences. If they did, she would not be allowed to compete in the Crater Competition.
Titus R. Crater Academy for Gifted Inventors stood in the center of the bustling city of New Litcog. Anastasia became famous from their yearly competition she had won three years in a row. Three of her inventions were now commonplace because of it. For the fourth time she manned her station in the huge auditorium of the school she h
The Graft Prologue Part 4--Voalt"Denizen, you rotten cutthroat!" Kaly yelled from under the pirate. Her voice was only slightly muffled by the floor. "Get off of me or I'll–"
"Or you'll what?" Denizen snarled. "Throw a cantrip at me?" He glanced at Adheera, but the other female only stared with wide eyes; she did not approach. He returned his attention to the healer beneath his knee. "I could crush you before you breathed another word if you raised your blade again."
Kaly stilled. Denizen knew she could still fight, if she must; he'd sparred with her often enough over the years, and watched her do tricks he could never match. And he hadn't attempted to injure her; he had her pinned, nothing more.
But most of her magics were focused on healing, not battle. And even she had lacked the skill to heal the last three people who had gotten him this angry.
"Let me up," she said again, her voice shaking more than it should have. "Please."
Denizen narrowed his eyes, but he finally decided her weaknes
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PPatMB - SFW PrologueOnce upon a time there was a princess that had been born first as a prince.
It had delighted the kingdom, to have the first child of their queen be born male, but once the child had calmed, the truth had come out. Not a baby boy, but a girl had been birthed that day.
The king had erupted in disappointment, having gotten his hopes up, that the curse on his family wouldn’t hold fast, that he would have an heir provided, he quickly realized that it wouldn’t be so easy.
And so the child, named Mia, that had been first born a boy but was now a girl, came to realize that her life would be forever cast in the shadow of her father’s desire to birth a true heir.
Turned aside, she did grow to enjoy her newfound freedom. The ability to do as she pleased with little or no scrutiny. Her father and mother both provided her the home, the castle walls to roam within, the people below to join and celebrate. She was free of responsibility.
At age six, she was born a sister, and the kin
Writing Prompt: Typos and NaNoismsPick a major typo you've made or seen, and write a scene around it, making the typo deliberate.
This can range from a character with a speech impediment, to one speaking in code, even to an entire form of world building in which that "typo" somehow is grammatically correct.
"I'd like to song here someday" (should've been "sing")
"My son will be perfuming at the theatre" (should be "performing")
both of which I'd seen on FaceBook, or one I made myself,
"I need to rewire that scene" (instead of "rewrite")
If I used these examples in a story, I would have forms of magic for the first two--someone using music-based spells could literally "Song" someplace, while scent-based spells would be Perfuming.
The last one might be in a science fiction universe in which a story can be built (and wired) in the same way one might build a computer.
Time Travel Writing Prompt--My Own GrandpaThis prompt can apply to any time travel story, but I've written it with Doctor Who and Torchwood in mind.
Now, then, fellow Whovians all know that Jack Harkness, will, to use Toshiko's phrasing, "Shag anything if it's gorgeous enough." And who knows how many partners the Doctor's had or will have--he flirts often enough in the reboot, but unlike Jack, he's usually inclined to be more modest, or so it seems, about any off-screen relationships.
And, of course, there are any number of time travelers in other fandoms, or original characters written by anyone who sees fit to write a time travel story.
With all of this time travel, the question--the writing prompt--therefore is, do these people run the risk of being in a relationship with family members without even knowing it? With their ancestors, or their descendents?
Could they be their own ancestors or descendents?
If they could, how might such an encounter go? What attracts them to these unknown relatives? How will the time tra
Doctor Who Writing Prompt: Musical TorchwoodThe Doctor, Torchwood, and/or Unit is faced with an alien parasite of unusual properties.
This parasite spreads itself on soundwaves. But not just any sound; due to the way the human brain works, the parasite can only spread on music.
So to ensure its species' reproductive capabilities, the parasite demonstrates another strange ability property: the ability to compel its hosts to sing. Not necessarily to sing well, just to sing. Someone who "can't carry a tune in a bucket" would theoretically be as vulnerable as anyone with talent.
Okay, fanfiction writers: there's your prompt. Now get to it! Be as silly or as serious as your plot requires, though I would add that "serious" might be an extra challenge worth trying.
Writing Prompt: Travel WritingPick a place you've never been to, and write about it as though you've lived there your entire life.
What would you consider a typical day in this place?
What type of school did you go to? Where do you work? Where are the best places to hang out after hours?
What do you do over the weekend? Over vacation?
If you met a traveler over lunch, where would you suggest eating?
And so on.
The Night Before NaNo(WriMo)T'was the night before NaNo, and all through the land
Everyone was excited and getting out of hand!
The writers were booting up Scrivener and Word
And running to the social network of bird
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While the adult kids threw caffeine in their heads.
And my cap on my head, I, eager to delve
Was anxiously waiting for the clock to strike twelve
When out of the Internet there arose such a clatter
My friend linked me to a place to see all the chatter
A write-in, a livestream, from the NaNo HQ!
So prompt and so soon, I had to say "whew!"
The timezones are odd and I'd love to join in
But tomorrow's when I'll really cause a din
With aliens, romance, adventure, and fun!
And I bet there will be at least one bad pun
I'll spring to my keyboard and unfurl my tablet
Click my pen, ready to have at it
And you'll hear me exclaim, 'ere I lose all my mind
"I bet it'll work out better THIS time!"
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