about to start trying to write a novel
Anybody here write poetry and short stories?
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shyt if you need an ear breh you know who to hit up
Gotcha bruh
So i was at home and i begin to write this let me know what yall think:
i want female opinion to so @opulence @biscuitsandbangers @innocentdevil @Phoenix_Knightly23 @KnowledgeIsQueen @flusterose @yeahsaidit let me know what yall think..its like my first time EVER writing a story so just be honest with ya boy (i know majority of yall ladies prolly read novel and stuff so i just want an honest opinion)
It was an unusual cold day in september, Patrick had been standing outside in front of a vacant movie theater. Trash, cigarette butts, and various types of debris canvas the area. Zipping his coat and reaching into his right pocket retrieving his Ipod, he begin pawing with his thumbs fiendishly looking for a specific song. Finally coming across it he pushes play. The sound of Naima by John Coltrane beigins to exerted itself out of the headphones. it had been a favorite of his for a long a he could remember. He enjoyed the somberness of it. The way Coltrane played the horn. Looking Back he could remember how his parents would slow dance to the song in the living room as a young child. "Whoever said it doesnt get cold in San Diego California, surely cant be from here", he said in a low whisper. "Damn" It was only a quarter past twelve on this unusual Thursday afternoon and he had been in a bad mood all week. He had recieve a voicemail message. "When you get a chance I need to talk to you" He recalled the sultry womens voice saying. It was from Denise, a young lady of Guaminian descent, he had been seeing for the last 5 months or so. He knew what the talk was referring to and like most men he dreaded it. He had met her through a mutual acquaintance at a party and exchange phone numbers. Everything had been going smoothly between the two, however for the last week or so she had grown distant in her failure to communicate with him. Now this. He begin to walk past the dilipated theather past the old community jungle gym.
The music seem to express how he felt. Melancholy. Upon reaching on-going traffic he observe the contents of each vehicle carefully inspecting it as it pass by. "Where in the hell is this fool man?!", overenunicating his words and attitude quickly changing. he had been waiting on his good friend Malachi for about 50 minutes. And patience clearly wasnt his strong point. Malachi was the exact opposite of Patrick. While Patrick was soft-spoken and reserve, Malachi was the outgoing and outspoken of the two. They had been knwoing each other since the second grade. Suddenly, an souped up Chevrolet Impala pulled up to the nearby curb. "What it is cuz?" a deep bartione voice ask coming from the car. It was Malachi he had finally arrived. "Where The Hell Have You Been Man?!, Patrick said still standing at the street intersection. "Got caught up blood, my bad. Get in". The inside of the car was of plushed interior and smelled of air freshener. "Whats wrong P", Malachi ask giving Patrick a quizzical look. "Nothing man Nothing. fool can you just drive. Damn". Malachi was a fairskinned black man with chink eyes and a gift for gab. "Nah man i can tell from you facial expression son someone or something is bothering you., he said in half chuckle. " Still work up over Gyspy eyes leaving you that voicemail messge. Gyspy Eyes had been Malachi nickname for Denise upon meeting her at a dinner at Patricks home months ago.
"P, did you even return the messge"
No, Patrick said empathically For what?
P, how in the hell you going to be mad at her for leaving a voicemail son" Malachi ask while turning the steering wheel making his way into downtown San Diego.
"You cant assume what she wants to talk about just because he wants to speak to you. It could be anything blood...Personal Problems. She could be relocating to another area or city...or state. Or it could be more serious that what you think. She could be in Love with your red ass", Malachi said letting the last sentence linger a bit in the air.
"Whenever bruh", P said chuckling it was strange to hear those words----Love---. It was something that was lowkey afraid of.
That all i have so far but let me know what yall think
i want female opinion to so @opulence @biscuitsandbangers @innocentdevil @Phoenix_Knightly23 @KnowledgeIsQueen @flusterose @yeahsaidit let me know what yall think..its like my first time EVER writing a story so just be honest with ya boy (i know majority of yall ladies prolly read novel and stuff so i just want an honest opinion)
It was an unusual cold day in september, Patrick had been standing outside in front of a vacant movie theater. Trash, cigarette butts, and various types of debris canvas the area. Zipping his coat and reaching into his right pocket retrieving his Ipod, he begin pawing with his thumbs fiendishly looking for a specific song. Finally coming across it he pushes play. The sound of Naima by John Coltrane beigins to exerted itself out of the headphones. it had been a favorite of his for a long a he could remember. He enjoyed the somberness of it. The way Coltrane played the horn. Looking Back he could remember how his parents would slow dance to the song in the living room as a young child. "Whoever said it doesnt get cold in San Diego California, surely cant be from here", he said in a low whisper. "Damn" It was only a quarter past twelve on this unusual Thursday afternoon and he had been in a bad mood all week. He had recieve a voicemail message. "When you get a chance I need to talk to you" He recalled the sultry womens voice saying. It was from Denise, a young lady of Guaminian descent, he had been seeing for the last 5 months or so. He knew what the talk was referring to and like most men he dreaded it. He had met her through a mutual acquaintance at a party and exchange phone numbers. Everything had been going smoothly between the two, however for the last week or so she had grown distant in her failure to communicate with him. Now this. He begin to walk past the dilipated theather past the old community jungle gym.
The music seem to express how he felt. Melancholy. Upon reaching on-going traffic he observe the contents of each vehicle carefully inspecting it as it pass by. "Where in the hell is this fool man?!", overenunicating his words and attitude quickly changing. he had been waiting on his good friend Malachi for about 50 minutes. And patience clearly wasnt his strong point. Malachi was the exact opposite of Patrick. While Patrick was soft-spoken and reserve, Malachi was the outgoing and outspoken of the two. They had been knwoing each other since the second grade. Suddenly, an souped up Chevrolet Impala pulled up to the nearby curb. "What it is cuz?" a deep bartione voice ask coming from the car. It was Malachi he had finally arrived. "Where The Hell Have You Been Man?!, Patrick said still standing at the street intersection. "Got caught up blood, my bad. Get in". The inside of the car was of plushed interior and smelled of air freshener. "Whats wrong P", Malachi ask giving Patrick a quizzical look. "Nothing man Nothing. fool can you just drive. Damn". Malachi was a fairskinned black man with chink eyes and a gift for gab. "Nah man i can tell from you facial expression son someone or something is bothering you., he said in half chuckle. " Still work up over Gyspy eyes leaving you that voicemail messge. Gyspy Eyes had been Malachi nickname for Denise upon meeting her at a dinner at Patricks home months ago.
"P, did you even return the messge"
No, Patrick said empathically For what?
P, how in the hell you going to be mad at her for leaving a voicemail son" Malachi ask while turning the steering wheel making his way into downtown San Diego.
"You cant assume what she wants to talk about just because he wants to speak to you. It could be anything blood...Personal Problems. She could be relocating to another area or city...or state. Or it could be more serious that what you think. She could be in Love with your red ass", Malachi said letting the last sentence linger a bit in the air.
"Whenever bruh", P said chuckling it was strange to hear those words----Love---. It was something that was lowkey afraid of.
That all i have so far but let me know what yall think
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flusterose
dat dere chocolate
i like it. i want to read more.
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shyt is nice bruh. what you trying to do with it make into a drama/lovestory/crime?
shyt is nice bruh. what you trying to do with it make into a drama/lovestory/crime?
Dont know yet i actually wrote that up last night
Malik
Superstar
I'm 50 pages into my first draft, after spending about five months mapping story/characters arcs and world building. I see why George R.R. Martin takes years. This shyt is hard. At the pace I'm going, I should have the final draft (first draft + 2 rounds of edits) by early January. So...that would be about a year 
When you actually start pounding out the story though Characters come to life, the story starts telling you things you didn't see before. I put together a photo album of random pics from the net to help me better visualize each character. I hear them talking to me all the time...revealing more about themselves. They're like my children 
When you actually start pounding out the story though
Characters come to life, the story starts telling you things you didn't see before. I put together a photo album of random pics from the net to help me better visualize each character. I hear them talking to me all the time...revealing more about themselves. They're like my children I'm 50 pages into my first draft, after spending about five months mapping story/characters arcs and world building. I see why George R.R. Martin takes years. This shyt is hard. At the pace I'm going, I should have the final draft (first draft + 2 rounds of edits) by early January. So...that would be about a year
When you actually start pounding out the story though
I'd dap this post forever if I could
KnowledgeIsQueen
Duality Duel
Upon completing the last sentence, I thought of how many different directions the plot could spin off into.
thanks Queen. To the homie that said its difficult with the characters. you not lying i spend damn near an hour trying to lay out the scene. and come up with character names
CEITEDMOFO
Banned
you writing novels now bruh? first poetry, then raps, now this. you just need to gon on and write a hollywood movie script bruh. and cut the shenanigans friend
first poetry, then raps, now this. you just need to gon on and write a hollywood movie script bruh. and cut the shenanigans friend