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Oh how the ghosts of other peoples’ exceptional skills and talents haunt me day and night, thought the deli employee as he begrudgingly slathered a third helping of extra cream cheese on Mrs. Swansons bagel.

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Up next on Restaurant: Impossible! Chef Robert takes a crack at the decor!

*Robert Irvine stares at a wall that is concave yet convex at the same time*

Robert: This absolutely won’t do, Taniya, Non-Euclidian architecture has no place in a restaurant.

Taniya: I completely agree Robert, luckily I found some carpet squares we can put on it right away.

Then, he brings the knife down on the kitchen staff!

*Robert Irvine in the kitchen with an amoeba in an apron*

Robert: In keeping with the seafood aesthetic of the restaurant I’m going to show you a quick crab cake hash that can go out in 3 minutes and have your customers’ mouths watering

Amoeba, in private interview: I didn’t really know how to react to Chef Robert’s crab cake hash. I’ve only ever cooked with calcimide.

And finally, Robert confronts one of the most combative owners in Restaurant: Impossible history!

Robert, in private interview: If I don’t get Kragnak to come out of his office and face his customers, I’ll have failed this challenge, and his entire family.

*A man with no face wanders aimlessly through the dining room*

Next, on Restaurant: Impossible!

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Two posts in one night!? Yeah I got the time.

So a long with trying to develop an idea for NaNoWriMo, there’s this other idea I’ve had brewing in my head for a really long time now.

It’s about a young man who works in a hotel as a bellhop. He never gets to see the guests or the management at any point, he just goes the room where the front desk drops off the luggage and takes it to which ever room they write on the tag.

It’s a very lonely and seemingly unimportant job -at least, in the sense that anyone could do it and that the Bellhop himself isn’t important. It leads to him being a generally depressed and apathetic person.

Then one day something weird starts happening in the hotel. The hallway go on for too long, they turn in on themselves too often, the geometry of the place no longer makes any sense, and the Bellhop can’t find the room he needs. Eventually at a complete loss he enters a room and impossible steps out onto a beach at sunset.

This sets him out on an adventure where every room of the hotel has a whole world inside of it with people to meet and conflicts to encounter.

A lot of the theming has to do with finding self-worth and trying to connect with people and be the best person you can be even when dealing with deep personal issues

I don’t know i feel like I’m kinda butchering the concept but it’s probably the most personal story I’ve thought hard about trying to write, so maybe I should start trying to do that soon.

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #weird fiction #wip #story ideas #hotel #bellhop #I stole this idea from infinity train kinda

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NaNoWriMo day 5

Okay so Clark is this guy, right? So far just run of the mill guy. But why does he end up in the town? I’m thinking that, aside from some kind of natural calling that has to do with the creepy vortex thing in the mine, I think his family mentioned that he had a family member there.

Something like, old Uncle Al is buried out in Corkscrew Valley (working town name, probably won’t be that) and Clark just clings to the name. when it’s time for him to run away from his current city (still trying to think of a reason why he needs to drop everything and run to the mountains) that’s the only place out there he knows to go to.

Once he gets there he tried to keep as low a profile as he can; he’s not a very personable guy, but of course he starts running out of money and needs to find a job and that’s when he meets his first buddy in town, whoever that ends up being.

In general, Clark: super cagey guy, everyone else just wants to be nice. Except for maybe this complete jerk of a sheriff who serves as a minor antagonist.

That’s all I got for tonight

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #nanowrimo #weird fiction #wip #story ideas #appalachian gothic #mountains #mine #spooky #character development #Clark #maybe I should drop everything and run away to the mountains #you know for research

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NaNaWriMo day 3

I’m already tired of trying to come up with fresh things to talk about with this story. I haven’t even come up with a name for it yet. I’m calling it “Don’t Go Into the Coal Mine” working title, don’t really like it but I gotta call it more than “the story”

Anyway I had some ideas for Clark and his character and all that but I’m sleepy, let’s try again tomorrow.

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NaNoWriMo day 2!

I registered on the official site but I don’t really have anything to post or update over there yet so I’m gonna keep brainstorming out loud over here.

So as far as what the whole story is about and what main conflict is…. I still don’t know yet. But I do have one particular set piece in mind.

So in this sleepy mountain town there’s a mine that’s been condemned for years by the company that owns it. After an evening of drinking, the main character (who I’m going to name Clark for the time being) and one of the townsfolk he made friends with decide to go check out the mine.

They get a little deeper in than they mean to and stumble into this giant chamber where the floor is this swirling vortex (sort of like a portal, but for some reason I’m against calling it that officially). Drunkenly the friend falls in and Clark panics and blacks out, only to mysteriously wake up in bed the next morning.

He’s not sure if it was all just a dream but the friend is definitely missing and the town has already noticed.

Another idea I have for this vortex thing is that due to a mine shaft collapse, liquid or something produced by the vortex leaks out of the mine and into the river that runs through the town and it starts mutating the fish or something like that.

Idk that one is still in the super early idea development phase, but I like it so I wanted to throw it out there.

That’s it for now, more ideas to come tomorrow!

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #weird fiction #wip #writerscommunity #nanowrimo #appalachian gothic #mine #spooky #vortex #story ideas #I’m I annoying for using the same tags over and over again? like do people see be pop up in the tags every time I post and think ugh thisguy #why can you only use 140 characters in a tag I wasn’t done writing that last one what is this Twitter?

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Okay so it’s NaNoWriMo, and I’ve never done it before, and I don’t think I’m going to try it this year, at least not completely (I can barely get myself to finish a short story in half a year.)

What I will try, however, is to come up with as detailed of an idea as possible throughout this month. I think my goal will be to have an extensively detailed outline of the whole story and maybe the first chapter or two that are super polished.

So for November 1st, I’ll just lay out the barest idea that I have right now: I want to write a horror novel about a man who has dropped everything in his life and runs away to the mountains. He finds a sleepy little town and checks into an inn and sticks around for while meeting the locals and doing odd jobs here and there to stay afloat.

From there as he get more used to the town he picks up on some traditions and folklore, but then notices some oddities about the whole place. I haven’t figured out what it is yet though. Maybe there’s someone the town has completely shunned for some mysterious reason. Or maybe there are shrines around with offerings to some kind of creature or entity.

Basically I want to write a mystery, southern gothic, horror tale about a fish out of water experiencing the spookier side of Appalachia.

Let’s see how far I take it this month.

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A story where there’s this Monk in the 1400’s or whenever, and he’s like the head scribe and it’s a job that he finds a lot of spiritual satisfaction in. And then one day he finds this out of place book that he’s never seen or transcribed and it has all this knowledge in it that goes far beyond what humanity knew at the time

And he has this urge to transcribe it because he wants to share this information with the world but at the same time his fellow monks see the book as blasphemous and not of the lord. So he has to take it and lock himself in his room to transcribe it and he stays in there for weeks doing it and strange things begin to happen to him and to others are round the Abbey.

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #weird fiction #history #monks #transcribing #flashfiction #short stories #wip #story ideas #what can i say i’m more of an ideas kinda guy

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Me: Hey! I’m back from my week long work trip to New York!

Potato on my windowsill that has started to grow literal eyes: 👁️ 👁️

Me: …you coulda at least done the dishes or something.

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #weird fiction #i’m back #is there a name for when you do these little script dialogue things?

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Reblogging because only a week into my “I need to writing a little something everyday” blog I stopped doing it for another week.

#to be fair I was working at NYCC

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WRITEBLR RE-INTRO

Hello! I am a 17 year old Ukrainian-American writer who is coming back to running this blog. My pen name keeps changing but currently I'm going by the pen name "Vasyl Veles" on here, Vas for short. My original posts are tagged as #vas's posts.

I tend to write in the horror, sci-fi, and dark fantasy genres. I am a big fan of using dark aspects of fiction to explore intellectual themes, and enjoy writing a lot about nature, science, and queer experiences. I also loveee speculative biology. I write both short stories and novels, and am not yet published (but currently submitting stories to some writing competitions, wish me luck!).

Other than writing, I am also a big fan of goth, industrial, and metal music, and am passionate about science and mathematics. I also greatly enjoy DIY and art, and hope to post some of those projects on here in addition to writing.

works in progress:

THE AGE OF CARNOCUS:

current main project - dystopian sci-fi horror fantasy - planning/drafting - novel series/worldbuilding project - tagged as #the age of carnocus

An God parasitizes the Earth, transforming it as his amalgamations of flesh and blood, storm human society. He grants humans a gift so that they survive.

Centuries later, a new generation of aspiring scientists assembles at a lead university. Their mission, as stated by the Clergy that rules them, is to discover the depths their ability to manipulate flesh. As the students perform their experiments, creatures crawl out of the basement and killers rise from the dead. A question looms over them. Do they keep their discoveries secret, or share them and risk destroying the world?

WIP Intro

Taglist: @coffeewritesfiction

ARCHITECTURE OF AGGRESSION

collection of short stories - psychological and body horror - drafting - tagged as #architectureofaggression

From a carnivorous house to a body swap, this is a collection of stories about the grotesque architecture of both buildings and bodies.

My two favorite stories:

The Diorama: A man is haunted by his deceased mother's plan for him to continue her career as an architect. An allegory for how parents push their own dreams onto their children, but through body horror.

The House of Famish: A woman moves into her ancestral home with her wife, and soon discovers her wife doesn't have what it takes to care for the house. An allegory for how toxic family traditions can become ingrained in people.

That's it for now! Thanks for reading :)

#you’d better post those architecture ones when their done #I NEED to read them

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Contemporary weird fiction reading list

A chart of New Weird books and other bizarre, unsettling, and uncanny literature published in the last 30 years or so. This is a follow-up to my previous chart of classic weird fiction and another selection from my list of over 200 works of weird literature.

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#i desperately need to start doing this

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So I’ve been writing and posting every day for the past couple days, and it’s been fun but I think I’m getting way ahead of myself when it comes to what I really want to do here.

What I was is to hold myself to writing a sentence per day so I can keep my brain in writing mode and keep ideas safe and written down somewhere

But what I’ve ended up doing is just trying to write full on short stories based on ideas that I have, and often times I burn out too quickly to even finish them.

So my plan going forward is to actually limit myself to only a paragraph at the most, to serve as a warm up basically and if I still feel like writing then I can go work on the many many wips that I have waiting for me in any Drive.

#writing #really just musing to myself on this one

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“God dammit that’s the third one this week!” shouted Clem as he found yet another cow floating several feet in the air above him. He kicked himself for taking the lord’s name in vain before setting out to find a rope.

The other cows in the pasture stood idle; some watched the floating cow, others watched Clem grumble and stomp his way to them.

“What the hell are you all lookin at, go on! Git!” he shouted at them. None of them moved, they just kept staring at him with dumb, empty eyes.

“Y’all are lucky Eric’s goin’ to go fight in the war. He’d have all y’all shot for standin’ around being useless,” he scolded. It didn’t make a difference, they didn’t listen. Just like Eric when Clem told him not to go fight in some stupid war with a bunch of northern boys.

They’re our enemies Clem. Sooner or later they’re gonna invade and someone needs to be here to defend our home, Clem had remembered Eric saying. Eric thought because he was the older brother that he knew everything. But he didn’t, and Clem was sure of it. They were cow farmers, what enemies did they really have.

(I ran out of motivation again, plus it’s like 2:30 in the morning and I’m tired. But basically the plan for this was that Clem was going to keep getting distracted by Eric going to war that he can’t get the cow down and he keeps getting kissed off and spiraling about it until he sits in the mud degraded and holding back tears. He looks at the floating cow and sees that it isn’t scared and wishes that he could find the same peace of mind.)

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If I wasn’t supposed to go in here then it wouldn’t be unlocked, Finn reasoned. Granted, the last couple doors of the cruise ship he was exploring could be debated to be locked, especially by the crew. But he’d made it this far and now as he stood in front of a door marked Engine Room, he felt as though he was meant to be there.

The steel door swung slowly inward into a room of darkness. Not quite the giant boilers and other heavy industrial equipment he expected, but Finn entered regardless. The room was vast, so much so he could have sword a room this tall would have extended into the casino. After stumbling around for while he finally came upon a small illuminated area, with a cat basking in the small spot light that came from somewhere above.

“What are you doing here little guy?” Said Finn. He attempted to pick the cat up but that cat could not be moved. His arm muscles strained against the oddly heavy feline. He couldn’t even budge it though it was no bigger than a house tabby. Once he started sweating Finn decided it was time to give up.

The car meowed cutely and stood up without any struggle against its own weight and bounded away into the darkness.

Finn promptly returned to his cabin or something I don’t know how to end this one.

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I’m really trying to come up with a cool story idea about a boat. Like I love boat stories, Heart of Darkness, Island of Doctor Moreau, stuff like that, good ol sailing tales. But of course I want to infuse it with that same kind of weird fiction, “something isn’t right about this” kind of vibe.

I’m caught between two ideas . A) something crazy happens to the surroundings of the boat and the crew doesn’t know what’s causing it. The moon never set and turned purple. Or ocean is somehow leading down hill.

That or B) something weird has happened on the boat. The captain has stopped moving, like he’s frozen/paralyzed. Or maybe it’s like a giant containment vessel and all the container are in weird orientations. Or maybe a sailer keeps going deeper and deeper below decks, far deeper than what should be physically possible given the ship can only be so big and only go so deep.

I actually kinda like that one the best.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #weird fiction #boat #short story #ideas #I’m just spitballing here because I stayed up way too late trying to finish playing Control and now I’m to tired to write #one sentence a day