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Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007
7:15 pm
This idea's been bouncing around in my head since I saw Dead Man's Chest.

Because Tia Dalma is just that awesome.

You can't say it's an impossible crossover! Port Royal was one of my favorite parts in KH2!Collapse )

The fic would have to be Timeline? What Timeline? in so many ways, because Axel is dead, but that one scene will not leave my head and I desperately want to write it! Someone please either tell me to do it, or abandon it.

x-posted to evil_plotbunnie
Saturday, October 14th, 2006
10:34 pm
This line has been flapping around in my head for the longest time, but I really don't need it at the moment, so I thought I'd give it up for adoption. It's a tad morbid, but I would love to see what someone does with it.

"It was the sixth time in a row that I woke up with the taste of blood in my mouth."

If you want, you could change it from first person to third-- this is just how the line appeared in my head. Hope it helps someone!
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
12:50 pm
I don't think there are many people who would do this
But I'm going to do it anyway. If anyone knows enough about Guyver to take on this concept, that would be cool.

It's 10 pages, but it still feels like a scene from a much longer fanficCollapse )
Sunday, June 11th, 2006
1:34 pm
I have always wanted to start a story with this line. I don't know what the story would be, but I like the idea of opening a book and seeing this:

"It was a perfectly nondescript Tuesday afternoon when it started."
Monday, April 10th, 2006
1:17 am
Great idea for a comm! ^^

A couple of little snippets that've been moldering on my hard drive forever because I've nowhere to put them...

It was a world to be lost in, an unfocused fuzzy world of gray and green and whitewashed black rock, where sea and sky didn't just meet - they melded. A single seagull vanished into the overcast sky, leaving orange beak and feet behind. Blue stones loomed out of the fog far offshore like nibbled carcasses of whales, like craggy callused fingers of giants clutching the cliff at the edge of the world.


The fire mage's fingers twitched in ritualized movements, signaling the force-field to activate in the area described. A compression movement shrank the volume of air to a pinpoint, then a flick of the wrist activated the miniature EMP to blast the glowing plasma at the enemy.

His movements left glowing afterimages on the vision, streaks and smears of shining purple-green holes in one's eyes, or a suggestion of flailing limbs chopped up and outlined in strobe lights. Not a wasted gesture; an economy of motion that called to mind the experts of the "Rock Fever"* machines, hands fluttering and flicking across old-fashioned panels of oversized buttons in perfect time with a song's pounding bass rhythm.

*Rock Fever being these, which are in pretty much every arcade in Taiwan and are amazing to watch when a competent individual is at the panel. It's kind of like DDR, in a way, except hands only and no dancing.
Friday, April 7th, 2006
1:08 am
Hi! *waves* I have two little passages here, but I have no where to use them. I may use them at a later date, but I figured someone might like to read/use them.

"The knocking sounded angry from where she heard it deep inside, but when she opened the door, there stood a smiling (insert name here)."

"He looked like a statue of an angel, a physical represesntation that could not quite capture such divine beauty to its full extent and because of that fact had something intrinsicly off about it, something not quite right. You knew a boy in school like that. Gorgeous. A model. But there was always something wrong, something that pushed him passed the everyday imperfect and almost into a state of vulgarity."

If you do use them, I'd like to hear about it!
Thursday, April 6th, 2006
11:44 pm
There is a rather fascinating children's book that encourages creativity, The Mysteries of Harris Burdick. It consists of fifteen paintings, each with a title and one-sentence description of the story that accompanies them. As the bookstore I went to was charging what amounted to $2 per painting, I'm linking a site that has all the illustrations and accompanying info.
10:17 pm
Quick Inspiration
I keep a notebook of interesting quotes/things I hear (or mishear, in some cases) that might become good story ideas, and I thought I should share some(also, I'm curious: does anyone else do this?).

What is "beyond the world"?

Faint lights are without impurity.

How long before the meaning of life disappears?

Guided by the far voice.

Our waves came and went.

Looking for a long time at a shimmering blue light.

I'll find you, then I won't forget again.

Everything will be born from there, so no one will suffer.

You'll know it by a lie.

You get blurred.

The universe blinked.

Is it because I'm still in the third dimension?

You found something, but you lost something else.

Current Mood: cheerful
8:23 am
This is a description of... Somebody. I don't know who, and I suspect that she's not a character I know, but I still like the description anyway.

She wasn’t so much pretty as she was... glamorous. She could draw attention like a magnet to north, and she knew the effect she had on people. It gave her a cool, calm, confidence that radiated in her every action, only adding to the allure she possessed.
Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
11:07 pm
Doctor Who scene
Yay, I get to be the first to post a scene snippet!

Context: I keep having this image in my head of post-POTW Jack getting drunk with Mickey and commiserating over the fact that they've both been abandoned by Rose/the Doctor. Unfortunately, I can't write a fic to fit it in. And then this community comes along. This community rules.

The scene:

"What are we going to do?" Mickey asked eventually, staring down into his beer.
"I will tell you what we are going to do," Jack pronounced, a little louder than he'd intended. "We, Rickey-"
"It's Mickey!"
"-are going to walk away." The captain nodded firmly. "Jus' like they did before."
Mickey brightened up a bit. "That's actually not a terrible plan."
"My plans are never terrible." He stared into his drink and wondered why it was empty.
Mickey ignored him. "Just one question."
"What's that?"
"Why are we walking away?"
Jack stared at him blankly.
"They walked away because they wanted more," Mickey elaborated. "Or, well, Rose did, I dunno why the Doctor did-why are we walking away? We don't want more than them. Do we?"
"There is no 'more'," Jack said bleakly.
"That's what I thought."
"Can we get some more Guinness here?"
6:37 pm
This totally rules. I get weird scenes in my mind all the time; maybe now I'll be tempted to write some of them down.
9:21 pm
Hello, and welcome to Share a Scene!

Share a scene is a community for sharing ideas, mainly. We've all done that thing where we had a good idea, but couldn't write it.

Whenever you have a piece of a story that you can't use, share it here so that someone else may be able to benefit from it, whether it's using it in their own story, or just getting a good laugh.

As of now, we only have two rules: Use proper spelling and grammar, and play nice. If the second rule is followed, we may never have to add another.

Go ye forth and write!
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