#30 minute sprint

[strixramus]

30min Anthology #5

Summer always arrived with the deafening cries of cicadas. An ear splitting symphony of mating calls. For the Oni these songs were alien. A drone of harsh sound that only cemented his fears. This certainly was not the home he knew. Worse yet, he had no memory of his arrival to this foreign land. What sort of world had no walls to surround you? To close you in and protect you. This place never seemed to end. From the golden sea that ebbs in the wind, to the towers of brick which drew long shadows. Where animals strode on their hind legs through streets filled with savory scents. Where they spoke words with sounds he couldn't understand and yet there was no mistaking it for barks.

He'd watched from afar, cautious of the strangeness of it all. It wasn't long before someone took notice. He wasn't hard to miss despite his size. A hairless, fleshy pink thing, squatting amongst fields of grain peering out with trepidatious awe. Two beady little blue eyes studying everyone that passed him by. Seemingly unaware how they all knew he was there. Up until one individual, a portly feline with silver fur striped with black that framed a set of sticking yellow eyes that flicked in his direction.

The Oni gapped as the man stomped towards him, one fist shaking through the air as the other rested on the length of worked iron tied to his hip. A senseless jumble of sounds pouring out of his mouth. Of which he could only understand their tone.

Fear.

#short story #fiction #writing #30 minute sprint #anthology #fantasy

[ttaibhse]

my goal was 4k in 30 min really really didnt think i was going to make it 🥹🥹🥹

#crop cus i realised i was fully about to dox myself lmfao #i know im still the worlds slowest runner but this was a huge deal for me alright......... heres why commence tag ramble 321 #usually i do time based so yesterday i did 30 mins and did like 3.9k. so i was like well 4k in 30 mins should be easy! it wasnt. #i got to like 29 minutes and was like ah damn not gonna make it but at least i tried. started to slow down and then saw a girl doing sprint #nearby and thought well fuck it and sprinted for my life for the last few hundred metres i cant remember i was in the throes of battle #TWO SECONDS TO SPARE........ #huge deal for me as someone who is extremely prone to giving up #and i set a 2 mile pb!!!!!!!!! #maybe a 30 minute 5k is more possible than i thought #its funny cus i spent this whole time up till now working on going slowly enough to actually complete the runs and now im like #HURRY UP!!! OH FUCK!!!!! vndksjfhdfgdkhf #i need new shoes though i have horrible blisters #saw this cat on the way home btw and it could not have cared less about me i may as well have been invisible. no response even when i pette

[jmflowers]

climbing the CN Tower in like 12 hours

place your bets now for how long it’ll take me

#my goddaughter wants me to beat the existing records #or at least do it in 15 minutes… she told me to sprint #I’m aiming for like 30 minutes I think #personal

[jennycalendar]

btw not that anyone asked but my take on ofmd as things stand is that a lackluster overpacked finale hampered by the fact that this season was two episodes shorter DOES NOT AT ALL ERASE how much love was so clearly poured into this show!!! i feel very strongly that the finale would have resonated a lot more w me if they had spread out everything they jammed into it through 3 episodes. this felt like we didn’t have a lot of time to breathe bc every plot moment was happening at once. but every other episode prior to the finale brought me such joy and i have not forgotten that at all!

and re: That Decision — i don’t love it, i feel they rushed it, it doesn’t sit super well w me that so much time was pouring into letting a character learn how to feel joy and then ostensibly going “well, their arc can be over now :)” BUT i am withholding judgment on the basis of the way s1 ended. historically this is not a show where characters die and stay dead. very possible that this is not the end of anything OR if it is it will be handled with a lot of warmth and thought in a potential s3.

#ofmd spoilers #celia watches our flag means death #i did not like the finale primarily bc it was fast paced and this is not a fast paced show! #they were SCRAMBLING to tie a bow on everything! #which i honestly prefer to them compressing the ENTIRE season — the episodes up till now have still been full of such heart! #it’s just like. reconciliation and death and marriage and retirement all in one 30 minute sprint???? can we calm down?

[doomed-era]

the average is 40 wpm

#if you ever needed a visual on what an abysmally slow writer i am here you are #i think im gonna try a 30 minute sprint now and see if I do better #probably not though. i write so slow. #ALSO UH. yea lmao i checked my time for the last writing piece i finished that i know i spent six hours on approximately #and guess what! its at 10 wpm! #glider rambles

[ddagent]

Okay, my lovelies, I am back at work and want to do some writing tonight. 30 minute sprint with a teaser posted at the end.

On tonight's fic menu we have:

Prince (now King) Aziraphale attending his brothers funeral where he meets Shadow PM Crowley.

English teacher Aziraphale reunites with science teacher Crowley for the first day at school.

Stage actor Crowley finds himself working with a film actor he's had a crush on for some time.

Podcaster Jason McCallister is reunited with the man he accused of murder twenty years ago for the first time since his release.

#30 minute writing sprint #fic ideas

[chorus-communities]

"ahaha i'm not depressed i don't even fit the DSM criteria" - guy who hasnt been to work or college in 2 weeks, got laid off, hasn't showered in 1 week, and lays in bed 70% of the day doing nothing.

#vent #sorry to vent. its gotten to the point where i forgot to reply to one of my few remaining irl friends and he asked my parents if i was alive #or even in the country still #i havent been outside for more than 30 minutes in weeks. #i genuinely want to drop out so bad and just move away asap #my course leaders worried i wont have enough time to catch up with the labwork but i cant work in our class lab #i have to work separately or ill have a panic attack. which can range from 'dropping some glassware and shutting down' #to 'sprinting out of the class. pulling a firealarm and trying to throw myself infront of the nearest moving car' #and i dont want that

[dpurut]

I just got gifted baldur’s gate 3 yesterday night this is a unique kind of euphoria

#me and my dad share a steam account bc we play a lot of the same games and don’t want to spend anything extra #i was playing hades and i get a gift notification from my dad’s friend and im like Oh he mustve asked for something #so i just keep playing for 30 minutes #then i go to check it after closing the game #i see the vampire fucker’s face and recognize the game #i scream #i SPRINT #SPRINT TO THE LIVING ROOM #I GO HOLY SHIT DAD YOUR FRIEND BOUGHT US BG3 #my dad screams #my watch keeps track of my heart rate bc i get palpitations sometimes and the second i saw the game it recorded that it rose from 87 to 140 #i call his friend thank him for like Ten minutes #where did he get that money. idk #idont fucking know i dont want to ask him #800 lira holy shit #i was planning waiting a year or 2 and then pirating #ough

[strixramus]

30min Anthology #17

The world shattered. The gilded edges cracked along their facets and the pain blinded Acklin. "Take these next steps carefully child of Sonz, your world may not be ready." Acklin gasped as the words echoed through the shattering world around him. The air filled his lungs and it's bitter cold stung. Contrasted against the warmth pooling on his clavicle, he clenched his teeth for the second blow, but it never came.

The sound of Acklin's gasping pains frightened Wallace. He leered back, his stomach lurched, a stream of blood stained his boots. He turned to scream in fear but his legs didn't cooperate. Instead he fell, hard, onto the clustered seedlings surrounding him. Thin needles of gold teared into his flesh and began to writhe. Wallace cried out in pain and Acklin shared in his moments of terror, short as they might be.

The moment only worsened as the pain caused Wallace to instinctively move. To pull himself from whatever attacked him. He rolled trying to flee but only found new spurs eager to drink like its cousins. The throws of Wallace's pain were sure to draw attention. First it drew Acklin's. Acklin peeled his eyes open, he could feel the crust of gem crackle and pop. He drew a hand from his prison, the crystal cracked into chunks and fell to the black stone, as he clawed at his eyes then his nose where he then drew in a sharp breath coughed a little and then furiously pushed free from the cocoon of fool's gold.

Acklin fell to his knees half slumped over Wallace and he squirmed in pain. Acklin fought against the blinding light. His mind raced over stimulated as chaos was drawn to chaos and voices shouted, echoing off the Hallows walls like terrible temple bells. Wallace pleaded for help. Acklin latched to him, held him down managing to pin the smaller man underneath him. The weight of pyrite that clung to him made it easier. "Don't move." Acklin rasped. Wallace tried but the pain wasn't something anyone could ignore, no matter their will. "It hurts, make it stop." Wallace cried.

Acklin squinted against the light of the sunstone, the only thing besides sound that managed to find him in those dark months. Acklin looked over the miner, his arms were speared with thin rails of pyrite. They creaked as they grew, like a nail drawn across glass. The sound chilled Acklin, standing the hairs on the back of his neck. A few spurs could be removed, granted the few were often in a single limb and losing that was better than your life. What did one do when the victim looked more like a pin cushion than a living thing? The fake gold continued to grow and Acklin could think of only one thing. These had been a part of him had they not?

He gripped the closest cluster, knowing better than to rip the maze of crystal, he squeezed the seed. He figured he could sense through the extension like he had, but there was no extrasensory response. Instead the cluster cracked and crumbled to dust in his hand. Acklin wasted no time on this hail mary. One by one they turned to dust in his hand. The panic numbed his fingers and he feared he'd collapse. Wallace grew quiet and Acklin prayed he'd passed out from pain. Acklin rolled him to one side, his hand pressed into the crust obscuring the floor, it was far more brittle than it should be. The pyrite turned to dust and the two sank into the sands of fool's gold. The ground was hot as Acklin finished the spurs that lined Wallace's back.

Acklin paused to sigh, but was interrupted by the several heavy foot falls of miners. All much older and seasoned than he.

#fiction #short story #writing #30 minute sprint #anthology #fantasy #writers on tumblr

[darkwood-sleddog]

Sometimes i feel weird/behind when my 3 dog malamute team takes like 2 hours to do 10 miles (my average pace with the dogs tends to be 5 mph in good conditions), but i feel better seeing mid/long distance 10 dog sibe teams taking around 2 hours to do 17 miles-ish and i'm like. oh okay i'm good.

#dogblr #sometimes when you do most of your mushing solo apart from any racing etc. #it can be hard to determine what is 'correct' pace and speed #especially when all the races i've ever been to are sprint races #where dogs do 10 miles in like 30 minutes #basically i need to stop comparing myself to sprint people because its almost a separate thing at this point

[maraschinotopped]

i was nearly late for my exams AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im gonna have a damn heart attack at this rate

#driver wasnt able to pick me up this morning so my mom decided to take. public transport instead #i was like 'cant we just call a different taxi' and she replied 'nah we'll be fine! :)' #i got to the exam room 3 (3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) minutes before the actual exam started #and thats bc i sprinted (uphill!!!! the bus put us like what.. 30 metres away?) the second i got out of the bus #ough i was NOT feelin good #though i think i did good enough in the actual exams (they were english paper 3 & 4 so they were like relatively easy) #anyways. other news. today was a school friends bday :) #though she's younger than me so shes currently not going through exams. blissfully unaware of the horrors fhjfdghdfshgd #i gave her a custom bookmark! the ones i posted about a while back #she in return gave me a pastry :) orange flavored uh. what are they called. #searched it up. orange flavored eclair ! #though she scared me half to death bc i was focusing on somethin else when she ran into me lol

[ambersky0319]

I've come to the realization that 30 minute writing sprints are the best for me and it's amazing and definitely something I'm gonna use more often in the future for more of my works

(looking at you Eternal)

#I can get somewhere between 500-900 words written in a single 30 minute sprint #whereas in a 15 min sprint I usually get 200-300 words #and a 20 min sprint somewhere around 400-450 on average #but today I've done 4 30min sprints and in each it was around 700-900 words whereas the 15-20min ones were 300-400 words #so #amber's shit you can ignore

[pepsiwriteswords]

Woo, my camp goal has been met!

Now, it took 4 different projects (wait maybe five) plus two of these projects’ ramble outlines, but

!!!!!

Words got written! Characters I have had for years with nothing to do now have stories!

(Also, thank god for writing discords with people who ask at random points in the day/night if anyone’s up to sprints because my focus was shot today & it took two fifteen minute sprints to get my brain on track XP)

#pepsi talks #about writing #my camp goal is always fairly low #bc I never make it past 14k during november so #no I'm not trying for 50k in april or july #but I hit the 10k and I'm taking it! #also.... #maybe expect the antagonist polycule picrews at some point #bc I love them a lot & the ramble outline for this project is mostly about them rn #I posted the little thing about getting attached to these characters like #9 hours ago & barely got anything done #30 minutes broken into a couple sprints & I have a little over 1000 words of 'so here's what happened 10 years ago' #XP #which IS relevant to the story I swear lol #okay posting now back to ramble outline

[fingertipsmp3]

I ran for the entire duration of Cruel Summer btw 🥰

#how the couch to 5k started: was too scared to run for literally 30 seconds so i powerwalked instead #how it’s going: ran for 3 continuous minutes #i know it’s not a lot but i’m the couch potato of couch potatoes AND i have a bad knee #and this was a goal for me tbh. every time i hear cruel summer i want to start sprinting while yelling ‘I’M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR’ #and now i CAN #next time i want to run at least the second half of ma&thbp and Then cruel summer as well #and after that i want to incorporate the man so i’m running during at least one of the times she sings ‘i’m so sick of running as fast #as i can’ because……. yeah i am actually #but it’s fun! in a weird way. i feel like these ‘long run’ sessions on wednesdays are where i’ll start to see improvement #the interval runs during the week just wipe me out but during the long run i’m purely just trying to see.. well how long i can run #apparently it’s currently 3 minutes. which is really nice! i’m happy with that #tune in next week to see if i manage to up it to 4 or 5. or don’t because honestly i probably won’t mention it #personal

[gaytimfromcamera]

it's crazy that "phoebe came to me in a dream and told me lucy and julien were together" and "god once smote a man so that i could grope phoebes ass" both sound like delusions but one of those is undeniably real

#THIS IS A JOOOOOKE IM YOLKINGGGGG #but it's just so funny that the second one is actually true asdfhj #to explain. be me who drove 8 hours to connecticut to be in boygenius pit. line up and sprint into the venue and land second row from #barricade right in front of phoebes mic. have dad who is there with daughter and mother collapse right at the end of the opener directly in #front of you at barricade. move up to barricade in front of phoebe. kiss gay situationship during true blue. have that maybe be the reason #phoebe bridgers decides to mount the barricade and sit with you for the last ??minute?? of letters to an old poet. #however when she mounts the barricade think she is going to crowdsurf and grab under her knee and her ass to lift her. #spend 30 seconds like that before you black in and realize she is Not Moving . move hand to waist

[emo-batboy]

Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University

Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D

Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model

Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.

Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it

Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-

Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)

Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything

Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did

“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway

Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work

Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.

Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY

Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*

Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him

Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)

Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew

Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.

Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once

Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving

Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam

Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.

Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone

Makes a murder wall

Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people

Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*

Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time

Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad

Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*

Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM

Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)

Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*

Wears a suit to one of his finals

Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has

Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion

Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom

Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct

Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons

Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*

Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those

Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that

Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which

Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?

Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times

Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)

Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*

Okay that's all love you BYE

#cryptid Bruce Wayne #college au #does this count if op is the au #fully nocturnal unhinged madman Bruce but make him like 17 and full of crippling separation anxiety and autism #bruce would rather die than inconvenience a professor but hE KNOWS HIS DINOSAURS #Dino class was my fav one in uni hands down #yes i am insane thank you for asking #originally this was just going to be a normal list but I kept taking from my own experience then said “fuck it I'm the captain now” #one of these was a lie tho...the murder wall was third year :/ #battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #batman 2022 #the batman #battinson needs a hug #dc universe #gotham #autistic bruce wayne