Post by tigerlynx on Nov 9, 2009 10:54:48 GMT
I found this site today... it's called Write or Die and it's really very funny.
It basically makes you write and keep writing without stopping. I tried it – I set it to 500 words, 10 minutes, Electric Shock mode with Evil grace period. It was hilarious. Ah, the crap I spewed out!! I re-read it afterward and I swear I could have cried.
Try it. Oh but if you don't want to cringe every time you think of what you wrote later on, then... hmm. Try it anyway. XD
Oh and post what you wrote here, I'd really really like to know Here's what I wrote! You'll probably laugh, or get sick. Warning: Do not read if you wish to keep your brain unmarred.
508 words. 10 minutes!
It basically makes you write and keep writing without stopping. I tried it – I set it to 500 words, 10 minutes, Electric Shock mode with Evil grace period. It was hilarious. Ah, the crap I spewed out!! I re-read it afterward and I swear I could have cried.
Try it. Oh but if you don't want to cringe every time you think of what you wrote later on, then... hmm. Try it anyway. XD
Oh and post what you wrote here, I'd really really like to know Here's what I wrote! You'll probably laugh, or get sick. Warning: Do not read if you wish to keep your brain unmarred.
508 words. 10 minutes!
Siennadust blinked. She took a deep breath. Come on, you can do it, she thought to herself, looking at the set of stepping-stones ahead of her. They're just stepping-stones, and it's just water. No problem. Come on. If you ever want to be leader of ForestClan – Siennastar! – then you've got to do this.
Steeling herself, she took a running leap forward and jumped onto the first stepping-stone. She was so surprised that she almost lost her grip, scrabbling frantically on the wet, slippery rock to get a grip; but she somehow managed to stay on.
Yes! she thought proudly. I did it! Now for the second one... her brief feeling of triumph vanished as she saw that she had three more to go before she reached the safe sanctuary of the shore on the other side. And then what would she have to face there?
She'd have to come back after, too. She let out an inward groan. This was getting horrible. But the thought of other cats drove her on when everything else failed; the thought of other cats living in a Clan just like she wanted to, who could possibly tell her more about the Clans that she so desperately wanted to revive in The Weird Lands; she wanted to bring back stories for Rapideagle and Wisherkit, and she wanted to teach them about the Warrior Code and the ways of a real, proper Clan...
She crouched, and leaped for the second stepping-stone. This time she was even luckier. Her adrenaline lent to her concentration, and her two front paws landed exactly where she wanted them to. She was balanced precisely in the middle of the stone, in quite a good position to leap forward again. She was surprised. I'm better at this than I thought!
But there were two more to go. She prepared herself, and then leaped again, and fell into the water.
Coughing and spluttering and flailing, she clawed her way up to the surface, and when her head broke into the air she gulped for fresh breath. Trying to get her bearings, she scrabbled toward the stepping-stone, which was thankfully quite near to where she was.
She reached for the edge and tried desperately to get a grip on the stone and get up onto the rock. It was hard, but she found that there was tangly algae growing on the side of the rock that was underwater, and her hind-legs used that to find a grip and get her up. Finally, soaking wet and shivering from the ice-cold winter water, she was back up on the stepping-stone.
She thought about giving up. There was one more stepping-stone ahead of her, but two behind, and she'd come this far; so she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She jumped again, wondering why she hadn't just swum over to the next stone when she'd been in the water.
This time she landed; clumsily, but she didn't fall in again. She took a deep breath, relieved, and jumped for the shore.
Steeling herself, she took a running leap forward and jumped onto the first stepping-stone. She was so surprised that she almost lost her grip, scrabbling frantically on the wet, slippery rock to get a grip; but she somehow managed to stay on.
Yes! she thought proudly. I did it! Now for the second one... her brief feeling of triumph vanished as she saw that she had three more to go before she reached the safe sanctuary of the shore on the other side. And then what would she have to face there?
She'd have to come back after, too. She let out an inward groan. This was getting horrible. But the thought of other cats drove her on when everything else failed; the thought of other cats living in a Clan just like she wanted to, who could possibly tell her more about the Clans that she so desperately wanted to revive in The Weird Lands; she wanted to bring back stories for Rapideagle and Wisherkit, and she wanted to teach them about the Warrior Code and the ways of a real, proper Clan...
She crouched, and leaped for the second stepping-stone. This time she was even luckier. Her adrenaline lent to her concentration, and her two front paws landed exactly where she wanted them to. She was balanced precisely in the middle of the stone, in quite a good position to leap forward again. She was surprised. I'm better at this than I thought!
But there were two more to go. She prepared herself, and then leaped again, and fell into the water.
Coughing and spluttering and flailing, she clawed her way up to the surface, and when her head broke into the air she gulped for fresh breath. Trying to get her bearings, she scrabbled toward the stepping-stone, which was thankfully quite near to where she was.
She reached for the edge and tried desperately to get a grip on the stone and get up onto the rock. It was hard, but she found that there was tangly algae growing on the side of the rock that was underwater, and her hind-legs used that to find a grip and get her up. Finally, soaking wet and shivering from the ice-cold winter water, she was back up on the stepping-stone.
She thought about giving up. There was one more stepping-stone ahead of her, but two behind, and she'd come this far; so she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She jumped again, wondering why she hadn't just swum over to the next stone when she'd been in the water.
This time she landed; clumsily, but she didn't fall in again. She took a deep breath, relieved, and jumped for the shore.