Makimaam
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We almost never talk about the one thing that actually makes our stories sound like us: voice.
Have you ever wondered how your scene might read if rewritten by another author?
I have, constantly. Especially after being exposed to, and made aware of, a certain distinct voice from a particular statistical model deluding some people into thinking it has intelligence.
The prompt:
One writer submits an excerpt or a chapter. Yes, that’s the prompt.
The rest of us, or anyone interested, take a stab at rewriting it in our own voice.
Guidelines:
Keep your rewrite within 600 words.
If the prompt is a long chapter, you may choose a section of it to rewrite.
Participants have 2 days to submit their version.
After the time limit ends, the next round begins with a new prompt.
So what’s in it for you?
The original author gets to see their work through different lenses/perspectives/craft approaches. This might be helpful for new authors who are interested in how their scenes are envisioned by more experienced writers.
Everyone else gets to flex their range and challenge themselves by thinking critically about a piece of work.
If someone decides to cheat using that particular statistical model, take it as a learning opportunity to recognize one when it slaps you in the face.
Bonus:
The winner of each round, decided by me, will be given 5 stars for a novel of their choice.
Current challenge:
Original work by @c37
Have you ever wondered how your scene might read if rewritten by another author?
I have, constantly. Especially after being exposed to, and made aware of, a certain distinct voice from a particular statistical model deluding some people into thinking it has intelligence.
The prompt:
One writer submits an excerpt or a chapter. Yes, that’s the prompt.
The rest of us, or anyone interested, take a stab at rewriting it in our own voice.
Guidelines:
Keep your rewrite within 600 words.
If the prompt is a long chapter, you may choose a section of it to rewrite.
Participants have 2 days to submit their version.
After the time limit ends, the next round begins with a new prompt.
So what’s in it for you?
The original author gets to see their work through different lenses/perspectives/craft approaches. This might be helpful for new authors who are interested in how their scenes are envisioned by more experienced writers.
Everyone else gets to flex their range and challenge themselves by thinking critically about a piece of work.
If someone decides to cheat using that particular statistical model, take it as a learning opportunity to recognize one when it slaps you in the face.
Bonus:
The winner of each round, decided by me, will be given 5 stars for a novel of their choice.
Current challenge:
Original work by @c37
“The Ashen chapel was once a beautiful monument of the Pitt,” Aegis let out a breath and prepared himself. He rubbed his palms as the coldness brushed his skin. “Citizens of the Pitt showed their gratitude to the Arch Devil Vorax— the lord of hunger, greed, and glory.”
“Every single creature in Inanitas— Fiends, cambions, and corrupted paid tribute with gold to the Arch Devil for granting them life and ambition.” The champion leaned in as Aegis continued.
“Unti—” before he could finish the word—
“Mistake…” A chill ran down his spine, and colour drained from his face. The night felt colder than usual. Aegis looked over his shoulder.
Nothing.
A knot formed in his stomach as he expected something.
But the sight of drifting fog and a deserted alley only gave him chills. Slowly, he turned back.
However, the stranger’s gaze pierced him.
Aegis swallowed.
The fog surrounding them thickened. As the faint whispers now grew louder.
Aegis slowly moved away from the stranger. His back now touched the wall behind him.
Yet the stranger’s gaze was fixed on him. His eyes grew pale as his knuckles whitened.
What did I do…
He moved his hand in the air, but the stranger did not react.
Then he realised the stranger was not looking at him. His gaze was fixed on something that loomed behind him.
“Sir?” The stranger did not react. Instead, his jaw tightened. Aegis shook the stranger’s arm, “SIR!” The stranger’s body flinched as he turned his face toward Aegis, and the emerald green colour returned to his eyes.
Two crescents loomed above them, casting a faint blue light. Silence surrounded them as no words were exchanged. Aegis’s gaze darted across the alley.
Something moved in the corner of his eye. A pale, lifeless green glow darted across. The glow did not vanish immediately; instead, it lingered. The fog shifted toward the glow.
“Sir…” he whispered. Sweat rolled on his forehead.
The glow flickered once, twice, and it stopped...
The alley felt narrower.
The walls are taller. The distance between them and the street behind suddenly seemed too far. Aegis swallowed. His tongue felt dry.
Something scraped stone. Soft. He did not blink.
What if it gets closer?
For a heartbeat, it resembled a rat.
Then it stood up.
Silence swallowed the alley. The stray hounds stopped barking.
Aegis’s fingers curled into his palms.
A faint squeak reached his ears.
Kluck! He moved a little closer to the stranger.
“Let’s leave, sir…I plead!” He leaned closer to the stranger and whispered.
“Every single creature in Inanitas— Fiends, cambions, and corrupted paid tribute with gold to the Arch Devil for granting them life and ambition.” The champion leaned in as Aegis continued.
“Unti—” before he could finish the word—
“Mistake…” A chill ran down his spine, and colour drained from his face. The night felt colder than usual. Aegis looked over his shoulder.
Nothing.
A knot formed in his stomach as he expected something.
But the sight of drifting fog and a deserted alley only gave him chills. Slowly, he turned back.
However, the stranger’s gaze pierced him.
Aegis swallowed.
The fog surrounding them thickened. As the faint whispers now grew louder.
Aegis slowly moved away from the stranger. His back now touched the wall behind him.
Yet the stranger’s gaze was fixed on him. His eyes grew pale as his knuckles whitened.
What did I do…
He moved his hand in the air, but the stranger did not react.
Then he realised the stranger was not looking at him. His gaze was fixed on something that loomed behind him.
“Sir?” The stranger did not react. Instead, his jaw tightened. Aegis shook the stranger’s arm, “SIR!” The stranger’s body flinched as he turned his face toward Aegis, and the emerald green colour returned to his eyes.
Two crescents loomed above them, casting a faint blue light. Silence surrounded them as no words were exchanged. Aegis’s gaze darted across the alley.
Something moved in the corner of his eye. A pale, lifeless green glow darted across. The glow did not vanish immediately; instead, it lingered. The fog shifted toward the glow.
“Sir…” he whispered. Sweat rolled on his forehead.
The glow flickered once, twice, and it stopped...
The alley felt narrower.
The walls are taller. The distance between them and the street behind suddenly seemed too far. Aegis swallowed. His tongue felt dry.
Something scraped stone. Soft. He did not blink.
What if it gets closer?
For a heartbeat, it resembled a rat.
Then it stood up.
Silence swallowed the alley. The stray hounds stopped barking.
Aegis’s fingers curled into his palms.
A faint squeak reached his ears.
Kluck! He moved a little closer to the stranger.
“Let’s leave, sir…I plead!” He leaned closer to the stranger and whispered.
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