Yeah, I needed to get away from homework. I am swamped, currently.
Filled out by: Aredell
1) When did you start writing? Who or what got you into it?
Hmmm... seriously? As a serious writer? Last year. Previous to that I was a science geek. I only really started last year. That's right, I'm a newbie!
2) What do you write (fanfiction, poems, scripts, stories or RP's)?
Well, on dA it's mostly poems and fanfic, but outside
of dA I mostly do scripts for my drama class, I'm part-way through a novel, and I do poetry as a side-dish
3) And what are they about?
Ummm... lots of things... mostly Doctor Who on dA. I don't know what the other stuff is... it's the fluff between realities, I guess. The useless filler XD
4) Pick an object, any object
one you see beside you or one you see outside
has to exist though. Now describe it in every way you possibly can:
Wait, what? I have to describe something? Oh, man, I did this to get away
from homework. Oh well, here goes:
There's a candle on my desk
And it's not lit
A symbol of hope
And it's not lit
Blood red running through
The silky white wax
The spirit of the flame
And it's not lit
For I have no need for despair
At least, not right now.
D: That was too spontaneous. It didn't work at all
5) Okay now choose a place, something bad has happened, now put Bob or Lynda in there and write away:What has Linda done?
Robert paced the foyer of the hotel, nervously, anxiously, and ever, ever
so nervously. What do the police want with her? Why aren't I allowed up there? It was my room...
Robert's thoughts were interrupted as a police officer tapped him on the shoulder, and he jumped a mile in the air. He didn't know why he was so god damn nervous...
"Robert Smith? Can I speak with you, please?" The officer was polite, and his face was serious. His tag read: Sergeant Brooks. "What is it?" asked Robert, "What has Linda done?"
"There was a body found in your room at approximately 7pm, earlier tonight."
"Oh my god." Robert's head reeled. This was not how he'd thought his night would go, "I had nothing to do with it. How could this have happened?"
"We found Linda Shoel's fingerprints on the knife that was used to kill the victim. Did you know her?"
"Of course I knew her, she's my sister!"
"Did you have any other siblings, sir?"
Robert scanned the officer's face for sarcasm, but he found none, "What do you mean?"
"Were you a twin of any sort, sir?"
"Of course not! What kind of nonsense is this? Where's Linda? I have to talk to her!"
"Normally we are not permitted to show the victim's corpse to people outside the homicide squad, but there has been an exception made for this case. The victim's physical appearance has aroused suspicion in the squad."
"Why, what's so special this time?"
The officer just looked at him for a moment, then said, "Follow me."
They walked down the grungy corridor to the rooms, the carpet worn with age, the dirt rubbed into the fibers. They reached a door cordoned off with tape, and were cleared through by another officer at the door. The small hotel suite was abuzz with police officers and forensic scientists. Brooks led him to the focal point of the attention, a body of a middle aged man in jeans and a leather jacket. Brooks leant down and pulled the cover off the man's face to show Robert.
Robert staggered back, gasping. The man on the floor, the man his sister had killed, was... him.
now you have to write a short story
but you have to start with, "The ground was cold beneath my feet
" or, "I smiled a little breathless from
" and end with, "
Oh god." or, "
Splash." You can do this! So
ready, set, GO!:
The ground was cold beneath my feet in the tunnel. I shivered a little as the wind bit and tugged at me clothes. I sighed with frustration. Of all the items of clothing to leave behind when you're a fugitive... I had to leave my shoes. Running was going to be ten times harder now. Water dripped from the ceiling a little further down the tunnel- I hadn't dared to go in any further, into the dark. Instead I had stayed where I could see the light of the entrance, the pale evening sky against the darkness pressing in on me, squeezing me. Graffiti tattoed itself over the walls and ceiling, and mud soaked itself into my jeans. I huddled into my jacket a little more, trying to get comfortable, but suddenly the light went dim. He was there, at the entrance. I breathed, "... Oh God." He'd found me.
(Okay, so I didn't strictly finish properly, but
. I'd like to think that this was a Saxon/Master fugitive story
7) Now choose an OC of yours or if you don't have one then a favorite movie/tv show/book character of yours (please tell us where they are from) and write them having an argument with you about something stupid:
Fenn, obviously, as she's my favourite.
"Fix my vortex manipulator!" Fenn poked me in the ribs with her modified zed neutrino blaster.
"You do know that that thing's fatal, right?" I huffed. I was far too indignant to admit that I was, in fact, very nervous.
"Of course," she grinned manically, "A little more incentive, eh?"
"Not really. 'Cause if you kill me then I won't be able to fix your manipulator."
She considered that for a second, "I suppose you have a point. But I can still break your arms."
"Wouldn't be able to type."
I thought for a minute, while Fenn leant over my shoulder menacingly, "Fine, I'll do it. But if you keep threatening me like this I'm going to send you home."
Fenn poked out her tongue cheekily, "No you wouldn't, you enjoy my company too much."
"You know me too well, damn it." I said, as I fixed her manipulator with Microsoft Word.
8) Give an excerpt from something you've written that is, sad or funny:
Sad, from Living a Dream P10
"Fenn, what's wrong? Who was that?"
To his utmost surprise, Fenn took his hands in hers and held them close to her chest. The Doctor could have sworn, in that moment that he felt two hearts beating under his palms.
He looked up at Fenn and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. He spoke slowly, almost afraid of the answer, "Who are you?"
"I'm sorry," she said, and the handcuffs clicked shut.
"As an authorized Time Agent, I hereby declare you under arrest by the order of the Shadow Proclamation, for crimes such as genocide, murder, theft and disrupting the timeline of a fixed event in time."
He looked at her, his expression hard, "I trusted you."
Again, those tears. He wished she would stop crying so that he wouldn't pity her. But then she spoke, and he immediately regretted his thoughts.
"They have Hannah."
9) Give life to an inanimate object, it gives you a lecture, what about?
My computer, about homework.
"Seriously, youtube? Again? You know how much download that takes up? Oh, now you're watching that Doctor again, obsessive much? You never get anything done! What's that... Jake and Amir, oh how useful, that's going to help you with your VCE assignment that is OPEN ON THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SCREEN! Just do it, and then you can check your facebook... no, don't go on dA, you spend way too much time on that... come on! Your assignment only has the conclusion to go, and it's due tomorrow! Just get it over and done with! No, what are you doing... don't you DARE close your assignment... oh! Oh! Bring it back, now! Go on! No, wait, don't turn off the lecture function, or I swear I will come out there and-"
"Shut up, computer."
10) Now give advise to friends and fellow author/authoress' out there:
Use interesting word choices that you don't often see. It catches people's interest. Also, use a spellchecker to go through your work, and always edit if you can.
And keep on going at it, don't ever give up! Always do what you love
11) Thanks! Tag someone in a random poetic way or just give a stupid quote (you have to make it up though) and then you may leave, here's the key to your handcuffs.
I don't do tags.
In space, nobody can hear you scream. Except over the intercom, and that's just plain annoying.
If you're going to eat somebody's face, you might as well do it politely, with a knife and fork
(Bit morbid. Sorry)