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Genres Meme

To those of you who follow me on twitter, you may've already seen me posit this idea, but I'll repeat myself here.

I had this idea to give you all a minimal literary prompt to write a drabble from. Only, you have to pick a genre to go with, perhaps in the Subject box of your response. And try to pick a genre that hasn't been written already. Try to pick some funky niche genres if you so wish to! :3

If this takes flight, I may make more of these!


Prompt:
     The narrator/main character is waiting expectantly for someone. They are alone. It's dark.


Here is a List of Genres, if you can think of something not listed there but elsewhere, great! You can use any genre!

Here's to looking forward to your posts!


I will note taken genres here, as I receive comments.

-Prehistoric Fiction
       -Sword And Sorcery
-Historical Fantasy
-Detective Fiction
-Black Comedy
-Memoir      
 

Comments

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cysfics
Sep. 13th, 2011 05:05 am (UTC)
Hm... prehistoric fiction?
artfreak17
Sep. 13th, 2011 05:07 am (UTC)
Go for it! :3
dizzmanxx
Sep. 13th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC)
sword and sorcery
dizzmanxx
Sep. 13th, 2011 08:17 am (UTC)
writing meme sword and sorcery
Writing meme thing sword and sorcery

Slowly and calmly Dizzernath enters the chamber, sword at the ready. “What is this place?”

Dizzernath thought to himself, the darkness was heavy. Using his hands and feet, he gains some bearings; finding a wall, he slowly moves forward, listening for breathing that is not his own. His sword ready to fulfill his task to slay the Witheraff, a powerful and fearful beast. Legend has it, if it is killed and consumed by a champion, that man will gain power over time itself. This is what he will need the face the black wizard, Elfin, and reclaim his lost soul.

A creature its size must have a heavy breath that would echo through the chamber. Yet there is nothing, only his own breath and soft foot steps. Finally feeling confident enough, Dizzernath sheathes his mighty blade and lights the Torch of Hope, which is said to light the darkest of places - even the darkness in men’s hearts. Even with the Torch of Hope the darkness will not yield, it is made clear that the black is unnatural. The light barely leaves the Torch and only gives an arm’s length view of Dizzernath’s surroundings.

Dizzernath shouts in the darkness looking to cause a stir, but nothing replies. Able to relax, he collapses to the ground, the pain from his wounds too much to bear for so long. He finds a crevasse to crawl into and picks from his journey bag ointment to apply on his wound. Dizzernath has fought long and hard for this moment when his preparations will be complete. The ointment is horrendously painful, he tries to hold in the screams, for the Witheraff may still be deeper in the cavern.

Tired and beaten he thinks of the family he left behind: his wife’s voluptuous body, his son’s admiration and his daughter’s affection. He begins to wonder if this is the end of his journey, “How do I kill that which flows through time? The Witheraff is likely hunting, when it comes back, it will be at it fullest while I can barely walk - let alone swing a sword.”

Something tumbles to his feet, during his pondering. Using the Torch of Hope he sees a pile of many skulls, many of them so familiar and his body certainly hasn’t forgotten. One was of a beast he faced at the beginning of his journey called the Slither-Pain, whom left him a horrible wound, whose poison can crystallize a man’s insides into solid diamond. Next, he sees the remains of a Manbearpig, chimera of man and bear pig; a tenacious creature, whom broke Dizzernath's arms and cracked his ribs. He defeated the beast by biting through it's throat. Most importantly, there was the infamous Wolfing-Silverfang, the smartest and most dangerous to date, whom almost left Dizzernath in pieces.

A hole burning in his stomach and clinging to his chest, his sword arm raw, these wounds are still current in Dizzernath’s condition. He gazes at the pile of bone realizing that all this is a part of the Witheraff diet, Dizzernath shows a small smile. “All of these creatures - I have defeated, this must mean I am on the same level as the Witheraff!”

He unsheathes his blade that which remembers the training he had been through, the villages he saved, companions he has made and the wizard that stole his soul. With all this on his mind he lets off a weak chuckle and waits to face the Witheraff.

Special thanks to artfreack17 for the edits
artfreak17
Sep. 13th, 2011 08:19 am (UTC)
Re: writing meme sword and sorcery
That was a fun read! :3

Took it a direction I hadn't imagined, to be sure! <3
cowgirlxena
Sep. 13th, 2011 05:43 am (UTC)
Historical Fantasy perhapes
artfreak17
Sep. 13th, 2011 05:53 am (UTC)
Sure! :3
timidfox
Sep. 13th, 2011 05:56 am (UTC)
Detective fic?
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timidfox
Sep. 14th, 2011 03:12 pm (UTC)
The streets were always a dangerous place at night no matter what area you went to. Pulling my jacket round myself more as if keeping out the cold, I felt the hilt of my katana, giving myself a small feeling of protection. Down the alleyway I can hear the faint music of the clubs, I move more into the darkness of the alley till I’m completely in silences, on my own. Maybe people would see this as more dangerous than the streets, but they don’t know my city, nowhere is safe. For instance Todd like alleyways, he did his best work in these dark, which was why I was meeting him here. Make sure no one saw us talking. It would be bad for business, both sides of the spectrum. I’m glad I became a Private eye, otherwise chances to talk to underworld characters such as him wouldn’t come about, but still, I still remember the look on Marz’s face when I quit the force, always comes back to me when I’m alone completely by my self.
artfreak17
Sep. 14th, 2011 07:52 pm (UTC)
Thank ye! :3

An interesting and mysterious sort of picture!
falconwhitaker
Sep. 13th, 2011 10:50 am (UTC)
I'm gonna be mean and pick a difficult one ;P Black comedy!
cysfics
Sep. 13th, 2011 03:48 pm (UTC)
Do you want the reply in a separate post, or d'you want it here?
artfreak17
Sep. 13th, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC)
I would like it here, under yer opening response, please. :3

Thank you.
artfreak17
Sep. 15th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC)
Memoir
It started with a common interest. We were just friendly acquaintances, made across computer screens. Fellow artists and fans.

You got wrapped up in something that hurt you, and I thought I was just being humane for desiring to be with you through it, wishing you strength and giving advice when it seemed necessary. I had always, before, been a fair-weather friend. I had the mild expectation that once you picked yourself up from this, you would move on to others. It’d be okay, I’m used to that.

We remained in correspondence, to some of my surprise. But I did welcome it.

Learning about you and your work, my interest in you snowballed. It was just about the interest that was the common ground we tread upon first. But before I knew it, I had to ask of your work. Learning about the rich imagination residing in your mater, it all made me desire to invest in you intellectually; to learn more and more about you. You also shared with me so much pain, so many thoughts and personal secrets and revelations that worked to synergize this.

As did you trust me with so much, I broke my own shell bit by bit. We became friends and mutual confidants. Our barriers were beginning to dissolve. In a whirlwind, it feels, this has grown in my being. It has within you too, I believe. It’s such a deep, loving, caring; an intellectual symbiosis; a feeling of kindred spirits like no other. Invaluable creative partners and best friends.

Like a whirlwind, it seemed in the aftermath things have changed so dramatically and so suddenly, a beautiful madness. It was only a matter of time to come to the conclusion of last night, that we were more than friends. You are significant in my life; I’m motivated just by your presence.

I want to hold you in my arms, to stroke your hair, to be with you. I want to cradle you and kiss you, chaste, but undoubtedly pure and close. I want to have you here and forever. I love you.

Within near every night’s darkness, physically alone, I await that day; that day where we may finally meet.
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