Story sharing.

[TooThunder7]

Talk about your story you came with up and don’t have full book and just want to share.

 

[L1aei]

Talk about your story you came with up and don’t have full book and just want to share.

I've got way too many of those; I'd require my own sub-forum for all of that.

@TooThunder7 If you want incomplete stories, check this thread out: The stories you never wrote. Post those misbegotten and unborn phantasms here.

 

[ElijahRyne]

Talk about your story you came with up and don’t have full book and just want to share.

Once there was one Joe Green, reality removed humanities mask of competitive civility, and humanity forged a new mask of united civility after many horrific twists and turns.

 

[CharlesEBrown]

Just going through ones I never posted anywhere yet...

From Ages Past (Superhero/Horror/Romance): An expedition to Egypt unleashes not one but two creatures from the forgotten past who fight an ancient battle in Atlanta, Georgia. (Ties in to True Blue thanks to two FBI agents)

The Grey Files (Urban/Epic/Portal Fantasy with unreliable first-person narrator): Michael Grey drives a cab. One night, an old flame wakes him up, and he realizes he has to once again be more than that; he has to be what he was raised and trained to be, the greatest mage of two worlds. Who drives a cab.

The Blonde Bet (Romance/Action): Donna Crandall was a successful businesswoman, smart, wealthy, attractive. But she just could not maintain a stable relationship - then she teases her best friend one time too often and now must spend a month as something she has always looked down on - a blonde. Now there are three men in her life, and things have just gotten more complicated...

But I'm Just a School Nurse (Comedy/Action/Magical Girl shenanigans): Yesterday, Deborah Walters was a woman approaching her sixtieth year, single, slightly overweight, fading eyesight, graying hair; really there was nothing that stood out about her except the level of care she gave her patients as the school nurse at Westview High School.
But today, she suddenly has youth and beauty, and a level of energy she's never felt before. Somehow, she can't swear, might be developing strange powers, has discovered that monsters she would have been skeptical of in nightmares really roam the Earth. Perhaps more shocking, the man who has haunted her dreams since adolescence, sometimes as an archenemy, other times as a lover, may be real - and one of these monsters. Oh, and her mother's claims that her absentee father was "literally the Devil himself" may have some basis to them.
Nursing school never prepared her for THIS!

Crossed Destiny (Smut/Isekai kind of/Urban Fantasy/Pseudo-Harem): From an early age, Dianna Cameron was told she had a great destiny, and spent her life trying to run from it - despite becoming a very successful professional model, she spent more time running to drugs and alcohol than walking the runway.
Alyx Dameril felt he had lived a charmed life - except when it came to romantic relationships, everything he attempted had been successful, to one degree or another. And, truth be told, if he counted "success" solely in terms of sexual encounters, he had been very successful there, just never with any kind of lasting emotional bond. But he had money - lots of it.
Then, one stormy night, Dianna was driving down a narrow road to meet her dealer, while Alyx was driving up the same road for a booty call when their cars collided.
Both of them should have perished that night, but the goddess of second chances was told to save one of them.
She cheated and now Alyx has awakened in Dianna's body - can he navigate her world, avoiding the temptations that destroyed her, and meet her grand destiny - or will he perish trying?

 

[L1aei]

Who drives a cab.

That one cracked me.

 

[Hans.Trondheim]

Talk about your story you came with up and don’t have full book and just want to share.

I got three unfinished titles under me

1) OyasumiSe7en - my current pet project. Basically this is a rewrite of an older novel of mine, titled 'DECK.' I'm writing the 3rd Volume right now. Plot is about a government employee that was dragged back to his adventurer past. Basically a mix of contemporary and alternate timelines; imagine present-day Earth with dungeon-diving, adventurer parties and magic.

2) Paulina Rex - originally the manga I was writing but I never got to finish because of production demands, I occassionally write this one whenever I take a break from writing Oyasumi. Paulina Rex is about a future Philippines where the old republic (the current one) devolved into rump states vying for power after losing a war against China. Focus is on an empress trying to reclaim her throne from an usurper.

3) The Ballad of School Hallways - a sort of autobiography, I turned my last three years of experience at my former workplace into a novel. I also added some fantastical elements like time travel.

 

[Envylope]

It always happens with new vampire story ideas.

One of them was a queen in the modern day. A mana asteroid hits Earth while she is holing herself up in her library. Thousand years pass, and only the loyal maid stayed. the surface is completely different, but the cool part was going to be dungeons of sunken cities. Imagine New York city all wrecked as a dungeon, and there are monsters made of modern things. Like a dungeon monster made out of pieces of skyscraper.

The second story was going to be a vampire story set in a steampunk/victorian world.

 

[Eldoria]

I have a lot of unfinished fiction. Please check out this thread:

[Help me] Determine Writing the Priority of Fiction Works Based on the Story's Premises

[Help me] Determine Writing the Priority of Fiction Works Based on the Story's Premises Well, I currently have five fictions in progress (or some on hiatus). I'd like to resume writing fiction. However, I realize my capacity is limited to handle all of them. So, I'm forced to prioritize my...

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[L1aei]

Blood Rose Princess Just Wants to Live in Peace with Her Little Daughter (Sequel)

 

[CharlesEBrown]

That one cracked me.

This would be his first chapter if I ever get it to the point I'm willing/ready to share:

“At Three O’Clock this morning
If she should come a calling
I wouldn’t dream of turning her away…”

• Heart and Soul, Huey Lewis and the News

Chapter One: Three O’Clock in the Morning

A pounding at my door woke me from a dream, which is unusual. I do not dream - they are too dangerous. I glanced over at the clock - two forty eight AM.
I grumbled: “Hold on, I am coming,” and tumbled out of bed. I made sure my boxers were not torn in any unfortunate places, slipped into a pair of slippers (mismatched, I realized after a few steps) and hurried to the door.
Who am I? My name is Michael Grey. I drive a cab.
When I opened the door the first thing I saw was the trail of blood leading from the stairwell to the body at my doorstep. The second thing was said body.
I swore under my breath as I recognized her.
“Pam? Can you walk?” I asked.
The figure just moaned in pain so I bent down and lifted her as gently as I could. Mercifully, I am in fairly good shape and she weighs maybe a buck ten so getting her to my couch was easy. Given her situation, I had a slight fear that she might be followed and had to take measures to stop it but first had to assess her condition.
Pamela Ryan and I had known each other since her fourth birthday, when her parents introduced us (I had been five for a full month at that point);for about eight years she was like the sister I never had, and then, well, she started to change a bit and, well we kind of drifted apart. Still met up on occasion and she calls me first when she needs a ride but I did not even realize she knew where I lived until just now. Her injuries were pretty bad - probably needed a doctor but that was problematic, especially in my neighborhood, so I had to resort to more drastic measures.
I walked over to my desk, opened the left-hand drawer, and triggered a catch on the lip. A compartment on the side of the desk popped open, revealing four small flasks inside. I took the one with a thick, clear liquid, and one with a watery red fluid out.
“Okay, Pam, I am going to need you to drink this,” I said, as I opened the flask with the red liquid. I do not know if she heard me - she was nearly unconscious from the pain at this point, making the fact that she made it up three flights of stairs to see me even more impressive.
I massaged her mouth open and poured the liquid in. “Swallow,” I commanded, and then stepped away,, quickly covering the five feet between my kitchen tand the couch to toss the flask and grab a handful of sugar.
I held the sugar out away from my body, and intoned: “Zephiara, by the Covenant I, Michael Grey call upon you. I need your services.”
It took almost a full second for a response - it began with a slight sound of rushing air, and then a tiny whirlwind formed in my hand, sucking the sugar up into it.
A faint, high pitched voice then asked “more?”
“Hi Zephiara,” I replied. “Do me a little favor and there will be more - I need the blood trail from my couch to the street cleaned up, and whatever smells suspicious, cleaned or removed. Got it?”
The high pitched voice replied with a rapidfire mix of syllables only years of exposure let me translate into words: “remove blood and stink from here to street. Got ya boss!’” and the whirlwind took off; she did not touch the blood on the couch as I did not specify that and she tends to be very literal, but she did remove the blood between the couch and the door, and then squeezed under the door frame. I poured a small pile of sugar on to the table for her when she returned, and then grabbed a roll of paper towels and returned to my guest. Some of the wounds had closed already and she was not as pale as she had been, but clearly was not out of the woods yet.
I opened the second flask and poured some of the thick liquid on a paper towel and began dabbing at the wounds I could see. Judging from the spacing, and the damage to her clothing, I had to guess something with four parallel claws attacked her. The dirt on her clothes looked unusual, not what I would expect from anywhere in the city.
Then my phone rang. I almost ignored it but at the fourth ring decided it was best to handle it.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” I snapped into the receiver, trying to make myself sound both groggy and annoyed - neither of which was much of a challenge.
“Grey, have you seen or heard from Pamela?” The voice at the other end demanded without preamble.
“Hi Raoul,” I replied. “Three questions. First, why the devil is this so important that you would call me at three oh one in the morning? Second, how the Hell do you know Pam? And third, why would you possibly think I would know where she is?”
“Oh, yeah, Hi Grey. In reverse order, you’re her Guardian, I met her on the Other Side, and I marked her - she is now our pack’s Portal.”
I was silent for a moment, and then said: “Assuming any of that is possible, let alone possibly true, did you bite her?”
There was a pause, and then a simple: “No.”
“Okay. So, sex?”
“Uh,” there was a pause that I found very interesting here, and then he continued: “almost. I tried and it seemed she wanted it but…”
“So, how’d you ‘mark’ her? Pee on her leg?”
Again, a pause. “Clawed her and tasted her blood,” he replied a little less confidently.”
“Well, check the hospitals for ‘knife’ wounds and only call me during ‘business hours’ unless something turns up, Okay?”
Sourly, he said: “You’re a total bastard, Grey”
I replied with a short bark of laughter: “Dad is about the only person who has never called me that, Raoul. Good night.”
I hung up before he could reply. I was glad I had thought to have Zephiara clear the trail; having Raoul or a pack member show up with her like this would be a disaster at best.
I dabbed at another wound, and my guest began to stir.
“Grey? I made it here? Good,” she muttered and was back out again.
I kissed her gently on the forehead and sat with her until I saw rapid eye movements. Just as they began, Zephiara returned: “Trail clear boss. Doggies went by.”
Quietly, I whispered “Good job, Zeph’ - your reward is on the table.”
She made a happy sound, flew over to suck up the sugar, and then disappeared.
Again, my name is Michaell Grey.
And I do drive a cab.
I also may be the last Mage left on Earth. Every once in a while, both jobs collide.
And I knew that I would need some more sleep if I was to get out of this one with my own skin, not to mention the lovely skin of Pamela Ryan, intact.

 

[Sylver]

A horny cat girl with amnesia is taken in by her human master, and the two grow close. But as they try and make a new future together, the secrets of her past come back to haunt them.

It's smut and romance, but also fantasy, magic, and action. Think of it like one of those nsfw Mangas but with more story, fighting, and events that challenge the characters moving forward.

It's a silly story altogether, but it's my baby

 

[L1aei]

This would be his first chapter if I ever get it to the point I'm willing/ready to share:

...call me at three oh one in the morning?

Love how you used phonetics there.

 

[Eldoria]

Why did you choose the sequel, dude?

 

[L1aei]

Why did you choose the sequel, dude?

Because that was the only one I could vote on that had this in the title: "...Just Wants to Live in Peace with Her Little Daughter." That's adorable.

 

[Eldoria]

Because that was the only one I could vote on that had this in the title: "...Just Wants to Live in Peace with Her Little Daughter." That's adorable.

I see... a little daughter is cute.

 

[Nolff]

Talk about your story you came with up and don’t have full book and just want to share.

Too many... I am serious, I've come up with too many f*cking stories that I can't put up as books because I already had some taking up massive amount of my focus.

A small portion of them went to the short stories category. The rest went to the novel category, fanfics included.

I do not wish to type all of them that I have in my memory. And I do not wish to type those that I've forgotten because of time, if I were to remember them sometime. I'm dead serious. My hands would melt into the keyboard if I type them all. I could probably ran my mouth dry to tell you through VC.

 

[Ral_062]

Talk about your story you came with up and don’t have full book and just want to share.

I have like 50+ concepts of stories. Each one of them are my subversions, favorite tropes, romances, hero stories and so much more.
Besides my main story of course.

 

[Nolff]

I have like 50+ concepts of stories. Each one of them are my subversions, favorite tropes, romances, hero stories and so much more.
Besides my main story of course.

Yoo, gacha stuff. Man, is the community getting good? Any new apps released? Is the gacha yt algorithm doing what it always do?

 

[Moon_Light]

I was high or something while i thought about this, but its a guy that just found the world boring then one day found a cube that gave him op abilities and an inner guy that is useful for nothing more like he is the one that gives weird ideas to do, this and that happened, and he defeated the demon king for aesthetics and the DK started crying saying he did nothing wrong at all, he apologised and left the scene and the world whole.?

 

[TooThunder7]

one story ideas I have involving theses cowboys who have cursed weapons.

The main character would be guy Johnny who has sword that make immortal him. He got his sword from his father who given his sword saving him.

Another guy Joe has cursed gun that never missed he can have the aim at his head and the bullet will still hit the guy in front of him. The only downside to the gun is make him permanently physically weak.

their are other cursed weapons most ever bad guy would a cursed weapon.