the-modern-typewriter · a day ago
Hi! So, I was wondering if you're interested in writing something like a retelling of Adam and Eve and the Serpent and all, the part where the Serpent lures Eve to eat the apple and all. Love your writting!
"If you can answer me one question," said the serpent, "I will leave you in peace."
Eve considered. "What's the question?"
The serpent smiled. He stretched, out of the grass, winding up and up and up until he had taken a form not entirely dissimilar to that of a human, so he could reach up to pluck one of the many red apples from the forbidden tree. The knowledge tree. He brought it up to inhumanly handsome face and inhaled its sweet scent.
"If you eat from the fruit, then your eyes shall be opened, and you will be as gods, knowing of both good and evil."
"That is not a question," said she, and the serpent's smile grew.
"Why might god ask your eyes to be eternally closed?"
Eve opened her mouth. She shut it again. "To protect us," she said, at last. "From death."
The serpent shrugged, and bit into the tender flesh of the apple, the same fine shade as his mouth. "The fruit itself will not kill you, and so you see, he has lied to you once already."
Her eyes narrowed.
He licked the juice from his lips with one flick of a forked tongue. "I know this, you see. And with knowledge yourself," he said, "you could protect yourself."
"He protects us from the weight of knowledge itself."
"So there is something in this beautiful world that he does not want you to see. Curious."
Her gaze darted to the fruit, and back to the serpent's face. She squared her shoulders. "We are not meant to be as gods."
"Of course not. You would not need him then, either."
She fell silent, at that, though it could surely not be true. Love was a form of need, entirely separate to any power.
"What horror can there be," the serpent murmured, and held out the apple, "in asking for proof in exchange for your loyalty and obedience? Is that not indeed wise? Is that not fair? Is that not love, to know someone utterly and choose them with full knowledge?"
She took the fruit before she'd even realised what she was doing, but did not bite. It fit her palm perfectly, smooth and cool, except for the bite where the serpent's teeth had sunk in and broken the surface. She felt like the apple. Bitten, by those sly teeth, tasted in some terrible way by that subtle tongue, for she could feel the questions inside her now.
The apple was not death. And knowledge - what harm was there, honestly, in knowledge? Unless to know was to know something so terrible that she could not stand to love anything anymore, that the world was ruined by it.
And yet. Would not knowing the rotten depths change them? She looked at the apple, but could see no maggots, no decay. Only fruit. Only sustenance. Only something grown, as all things were grown, with the proper nourishment and care beneath the light.
She tossed the apple to the ground as if burnt. "I do not need proof," she hissed, as if she were the snake.
He shrugged again, and inclined his head in acknowledgement of their bargain, and with gleaming eyes and a flash of scales was gone back into the emerald grass.
She did not need proof, and yet, the next day - she was back. She, who would echo across the centuries, in Bluebeard's wife holding a bloodied key, in Orpheus glancing back not out of wilful disobedience but only affection, in Psyche who deserved to know who had plucked her into their bed.
Why might any creature ask a woman not to look?
She plucked an apple, and she bit. She tasted sweetness, and then she tasted bitterness as metallic as blood flooding her mouth.
And she did not know, then, of good and evil. She knew of secrets, and of privacy, because she learnt that they had been kept from her.
She knew of evil when, in fury, in cruelty, in disappointment, she was cast out of all that she had ever known.
When, in echoes, the other wives bled out in the cellar and opening the door was not what killed them. When Eurydice turned to stone. When Psyche was abandoned, by someone who claimed to love her, because she only wanted to see him truly.
She found the serpent, a long way away, with another apple in his hand. He lounged beneath the branches of a barren tree, white as bone, white as morning light, and he smiled again to see her.
"You said the fruit would not kill me."
"The fruit," said he, "is not what is killing you."
"You said that we could protect ourselves. You said that we would be as gods!"
"Yes." His smile was sad. "You are exactly like him now. You do not want me anymore. Is that not protection?"
Her eyes narrowed, again, even as her stupid heart panged.
"You promised," she said, and her voice cracked, "that there would be no horror."
"No." The smile grew sadder still. "I asked a question. I hoped for a different answer for you than the one that I once got. A better one. If that is sin, then so is love."
She sat down beside him, jaw clenched, alone - for her husband blamed her for all that she had lost them, as if he had not made choices too.
The serpent was warm against her skin. He raised his brows, and cut a slice of the apple, offering her a piece.
She took it.
And they sat, together, in an orchard forgotten by time, talking of love and control until all of the apple slices were gone.
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outofgloom · a day ago
Almost a week out from this year’s 810 day, I wanted to circle back and highlight a specific project that was featured there: a preview of the fan-made game Bionicle: Masks of Power, by Team Kanohi.
The preview not only offers a demonstration of the current combat system (which looks very fun!), but also showcases the game’s impressive visuals, animations, music, and sound design...including fully voice-acted dialogue in the Matoric constructed language I’ve developed over the years (see here and here). You can hear some snippets of this dialogue near the start of the video above. 
The dialogue translation has been in the works since last year, and I expect some documentation of the lines to be made available at some point, so that interested people can actually read what’s being said in the language. All in all, it’s quite something to get to experience the end result, even if just an early preview. Hearing the language spoken “naturally” in a context like this is a treat. The voice actors did (and continue to do) a terrific job, and I’m really happy and gratified with how it’s turned out so far. There’s a lot more to come!
All kudos to Team Kanohi--please check out their website and socials (Twitter, Facebook, Youtube), and also support Bionicle: Masks of Power by wishlisting it on Steam. 
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just-horrible-things · a day ago
"I know you don't believe in mercy, so don't worry -- you won't be receiving any."
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ghostly-prompts · 2 days ago
Prompt #339
Listen to me. You can’t just walk around asking folks if they’ve seen a human recently, okay? It’s dangerous and attracts too much attention.
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karahasn · 2 days ago
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writingraven · a month ago
Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
➸ “This is a sentence.”
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
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fghtffyrmortgage · 9 months ago
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Sable is starting to notice I have been the only human on this island for almost two years. 
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prokopetz · 6 months ago
Works of what is ostensibly a visual medium where people constantly post screenshots of their favourite moments and it’s just three hundred words of colour coded dialogue:
Disco Elysium
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rolaplayor101 · 29 days ago
He's my girlfriend
~Lola Bunny and Daffy Duck at some point
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glasswriter1 · 23 days ago
more otp prompts
"I'm not sure what to do with all these feelings for you."
"you're blind- you're so blind! why would i even do half the things that i do for you for anybody if i wasn't head over heels for them!"
"you really can't tell, can you?" A says. "I'm embarrassed by my feelings for you. I'm so dumb for keeping them alive. i love you. there. you heard it. happy now?"
"i wish i could spell your name with the stars."
"i think we both need a therapist to figure out whatever the hell this is." A mumbles against B's lips. "It's getting to my head."
"Me?" A asks. "Are you sure? Out of the billions of people out there, I'm the one you chose to love?"
"I'm not sure how long i can go on for without driving myself insane with all this love for you. Please just... just do with this confession what you will and set me free."
"I like how obsessed with me you are," A smiles. "Makes me feel like the most important person in the whole world."
"Stop smiling. It does things to me I'd rather not talk about."
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hayden-christensen · 4 months ago
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@pscentral​ event 01: women ↳ padmé amidala, star wars prequel trilogy
Padmé Amidala was a human female senator who represented the people of Naboo during the final years of the Galactic Republic. Prior to her career in the Galactic Senate, Amidala was the elected ruler of the Royal House of Naboo. A political idealist, she advocated for the preservation of democracy as well as a peaceful resolution to the Clone Wars. 
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theliteraryarchitect · 11 months ago
Quick editing tip: Passing time
Hey all, here’s a quick tip about showing the passage of short amounts of time in a scene. I see a lot of beats like this:
She hesitated
He paused
A few seconds later
There was a long silence
He waited for her to answer
She didn’t respond
Instead of telling us there’s a brief moment of silence or pause in your scene, try showing us by creating the feeling that time has passed through action, description, or inner monologue. Here are a few examples.
“Are you coming or not?”
He waited for her to answer, but she didn’t respond.
“Clare? Did you hear me?”
“Are you coming or not?”
Clare scrolled through her phone, her face illuminating with a eerie blue glow.
“Clare? Did you hear me?”
Jared lingered at the suspect’s front gate. If this guy didn’t answer Jared’s questions, he was screwed.
“Hey you!” a voice shouted. “Get off my property!”
Jared hesitated. Finally, he turned to face the man. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Jared lingered at the suspect’s front gate. If this guy didn’t answer Jared’s questions, he was screwed.
“Hey you!” a voice shouted. “Get off my property!”
Jared patted his holster. He had a gun, but he certainly didn’t want to use it. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face the man. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Not only does creating a pause instead of describing a pause allow your reader to feel the moment more vividly, it gives you a chance to explain what exactly that pause is about. People hesitate, pause, don’t respond, etc. for all kinds of reasons. Give us as much insight as you can into your weird quiet moment.
Of course, you don’t need to do this every single time. Sometimes it’s fine to say “he paused” or “the room was quiet for a moment”—it could be the best choice for that scene. But look back through your draft and see if you’ve used those “telling” descriptions more often than you needed to. If so, try to create the feeling of a pause—perhaps one that gives the reader a bit more information—using these techniques.
Hope this helps!
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skriveting · 2 months ago
A bunch of different dialogue prompts #65
"Oh, dear."
"Could you put the knife down while you're talking, please?"
"Okay, I get it now." "You do?" "Yeah!" "Are you sure?" "No."
"All right, now let's get back to me yelling!"
"Let's eat a kiwi or two and calm down." "You know I don't condone cannibalism." "No, no, that's not what I meant-"
"How is it only Wednesday..." "It's Monday." "NO!!!!"
"Great, you again."
"You mean to tell me she hasn't read 1984?!" "Michael, she's 4." "And??"
"Hm. You know, I didn't really care to know that."
"It's getting worse, isn't it?" "It's nothing, don't worry about it."
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zizifun · 2 months ago
Person B: WHY?!
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malabu · 9 months ago
enemies to lovers (part 3): comforting each other
“i know we’re not... friends or anything, but... i’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”
“i didn’t know where else to go.” / “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“i feel like shit.” “you look like it, too.” *they bump shoulders*
“just... tell me what i can do to make you feel better.”
“come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“hey, look at me. i’m not going anywhere.”
“you seem to be the only trustworthy one around here, so can i talk to you?”
“ you know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.”
“i don’t want to bother you. seriously, it’s all just... it’s a lot.”
“i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i can’t stop crying.”
“aren’t you tired?” “i’m fine. don’t worry about me.”
“there’s snot all over your shirt. it’s quite gross, actually.”
“you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i’ve ever crossed paths with. and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice.”
“you’re welcome to stay here, for as long as you need.”
“it’s okay to cry, you know.”
“stop apologizing. you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“we don’t need to talk, all right? let’s just... stay here, holding each other.”
“you were always there for me. let me be there for you.”
“oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.” 
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analviel · 9 months ago
Dick: No.
Bruce: Pants. Please. I am literally begging and it is literally snowing.
Dick: No. The cold never bothered me anyway.
Dick: Dad said it's genetic.
Bruce: So do you wanna change the costume-
Jason: No time for fretting over the clothes B, time for fighting crime, the sooner we're out there the sooner I can get back to my homework and continue planning what I wanna do in college.
Bruce: Yes, of course, of course, let's go Robin!
Bruce: The-
Tim: Pants.
Bruce:........... yes.
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