Kuuki wrote:
I neglected to mention it in my earlier reply, but I absolutely adored the kitty anecdote about screaming in the middle of the house. Undeniably hilarious mental image right there.
Akili Li wrote:Ooooh, you're really good at continuity, then! I'm impressed at your ability to hold so many threads of stories at once.
I bet if you created a visual image of it, it would be an incredible weaving!
Five at once, that's awe-inspiring.
So... have you posted any of these stories to the writing/novel/poem area here? Can we read them?
(Kuuki those cats sound very imperious and demanding! I laughed at the thought of them carefully positioning themselves in the middle of the house first, to be sure they were heard)
It's pretty easy to hold them together when most of them just involve random nonsense events that vaguely fit into my fanfic-slash-world. I just make things happen that I want to see happen. Very Mary Sue-ish. Oops.
And noooo. Like I said, they're mostly just stories of things I imagine I'd want to experience if I were in an anime world or a specific fandom (and they all happen solely in my head, never on paper). The few original ideas I do have written down will likely never see the light of day. :P
But now you had me curious, and the oldest written down story-idea compilation I could find was from 2018 (though I know there's older)... Very cringy stuff. Here's a cringy, cringy little snippet, with a very peculiar, yet intentional, tone to my writing. There's almost five pages of just this one idea...
She wonders, and she observes, and she understands. All of these stories are different, but there remains a single constant on all of these. He carries with him a flute of copper, and she procures one. She does not know how to play, and she does not know the melody that would free him, and she wonders aloud as she sits upon a bench beneath a sturdy tree. As she contemplates, a little bird of blue, with streaks of scarlet and cotton upon its wings, alights on her shoulder and sings her a melody. She smiles, “what a lovely little thing you are, and with a voice so grand for such a small body” whereupon a large hulking crow perches upon her stretched out leg, with golden eyes filled with intelligence, as he sings the same song as the little bird with deep crows and a powerful baritone. “Oh! I see. Thank you, both of you. You have given me the answer I seek. Would you mind helping me perfect the song I must play?” and she spends hours recreating, with the help of a crow and a little robin, the song that will free the old man on the crest of the hill.