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[serindrana]

Okay, friendslist! I have a request.

I need story prompt ideas!

BUT, there is one requirement: No romance, no smut. So pick a word, pick two, pick a quote, pick a painting... give me something to write about!

Comments

[mariagoner.livejournal.com]

Something from Borges.

"in any case, what better gift can we hope for than to be insignificant? What greater glory for a God than to be absolved of the world?"

Make of that what you wish. ♥

[serindrana.livejournal.com]

@.@ I'll do my best!

And I'll try and write your other idea once I prove I can write non-romance! XD Since that idea lends itself really well to, if not a couple, then at least two very connected people.

[serindrana.livejournal.com]

On reading this again, all I'm getting is angsty doomed love ideas. I'll definitely write it (and if you have a suggestion for a pairing, go ahead!). :D Just need to write that one "break" piece first. XD

[mjp.livejournal.com]

"War... war never changes." The opening quote from Fallout, set in a post-nuclear war apocalypse.

GO.

[serindrana.livejournal.com]

There was a time in my life when I thought war was a romantic ideal.

That was before all of this. That was before the world came crashing down around us and we had to start picking up the pieces, all the while dodging bullets, dodging landmines. Mother didn't make it through - she was picked off just a few weeks in. The rest of us went into hiding, dug deep and dug far, until we couldn't see the sky anymore and the surface was a distant memory. We hid there, away from so much of the screaming. We dug our tunnels, and we tried to sleep.

When the first round of shooting stopped, we slowly, slowly climbed back to the surface. The sun seemed different. It was no longer warm - it offered no comfort, no sweet memories. We emerged into a broken world, pitted, scarred, covered in the empty shells of old buildings. The world as we knew it was gone, except for one thing.

War.

Somehow, even with everything lost, people kept fighting. I don't think they knew what they were fighting for anymore, really. I think they fought for the sake of fighting. They leveled their guns and readied their bombs because, just maybe, one more kill would give them meaning.

Groups splintered. The original cause for the destruction was lost in the rubble. Some of us managed to survive, many times by going our separate ways. We did what we could to survive. We did what we had to do. Blood stains the passage of time, of lives, and ours are no different than the soldiers' that came before us.

The smoke cleared somewhat, enough for us to draw clearer battle lines. We picked our enemies and our allies. We learned to aim again. We played at cooperation. There was a veneer of false civility.

Those things are what stay with us today. They are what I see with that one eye of mine that still sees and perceives and understands. The other is fastened in darkness. Its better that way - I remember what was, when we were hiding deep underground with the blood of Mother on our hands and in our mouths and all around us and through us.


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I THINK this is from the perspective of one of my characters-in-design. Not sure, though. o.O;

[envirion.livejournal.com]

Opening for Dante's Inferno: "In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself in a dark wood."

[takmarierah.livejournal.com]

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream."

[canine-kitten.livejournal.com]

"As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it."
- Wendell Berry

[liu-xing.livejournal.com]

But...but...but... A story without Cai-smut is like a world without strawberries!!!!!

[doberler.livejournal.com]

"These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized."
- Morgan Freeman in Shawshank Redemption.

I'm planning a DnD campaign about a prison that succumbs to the insanities of the arcane world, and the goal is to get out alive.