Creative writing, solo or collaborative. A bit of literary fun at bb...

[Guest9337]

Hi everyone, I really like reading and sharing fiction, so thought we could have a thread on that topic. Please post up your creative writings, perhaps expecting or hoping for some feedback from our awesome BB community.

Hi amberlite! Here is a snippet of something I wrote in 2014, I hope you are reminded of your sassy lady! Feel free to add anything you want - maybe describing Stephanie's district or Stephanie and sassygirl's meeting, or even an "old" memory sassygirl/She has about Stephanie. glhf.

She flicked the cigarette into the night, its arc lit up like tracer fire but she didn't see, as she'd already turned her back and was striding the other way.

Before the discarded cigarette had touched the ground She knew her answer to Little Johnnie's "request" would be no, and as the burning remains of tar sizzled in the shallow pavement puddle She calculated the consequences of her decision.
It wouldn't be hard for Johnnie's Crew to take her down at the usual meet place, just too many of them and not enough exits, despite the publicity.

No, this would require a rethinking of the relationship from the environment up. She'd been useful to Little Johnnie for a long time, but now She had discovered a deeply personal reason to turn him down, and worse a recently discovered obligation that has a priority superior to everything else.

Circumstances, data, observations, theories, plots, webs, truths and propaganda flew threw Her head as the now firmly out cigarette was crushed and twisted to wedge into the left shoe of Doby, a quieteye in Johnnie's Crew, tailing a little too close, but still unnoticed due to Her distracted state. Doby stopped and scrapped the cigarette off onto the gutter and hitched his collar up higher against the light rain just now restarting.

Pacing firmly as was Her custom, She was twenty two metres away from the discarded tobacco, when her query to Steph was answered succintely "Yes." which meant that She would walk another one hundred and forty metres to the subway entrance and seek passage to Stephanie's district, literately Stephanie's district...

[amberlite]

Stephanie's district the ozone layer that guarded the docks and home to the latest swell of asylum seeking Greeks.

[Guest9337]

oo oo, amberlite, you have packed in goodly dense stuff into your one line, thank you very muchly! love dng.

Ozone layer, hmm. Is this a dome over stephanies district, perhaps like the theorised living spaces on mars, or the artificially created spaces created to experiment upon living in closed environments. Interesting...

guarding the docks. hmm, makes me think of a place where combat naval vessels are being built, lots of security, important expensive equipment, ships and submarines and busy industrious tradespeople and engineers etc. Perhaps for this story a dock owned by a multi-planetary corporation, of which Stephanie is the single most powerful person in that corporation, in that district, in charge of those docks. A powerful friend to have!

latest swell. I like that. people swelling into places. A nice synergy with the swelling tides that are associated with docks. Cool wo/man, what are your pronouns please? Im his/him/he/they.

asylum. a triggering word for me.

Greeks. Ah, so now I associate a world/planet which was monoculturally Greek, because the greeks colonised that world/planet, and their colony is somehow threatened, or has a huge disaster looming or has happened. Something that is so huge that populations of greeks are running away from it.

Thanks mate.

[amberlite]

It would be so great if numerous people wrote one two or three lines and collaborated in building a story, wishful hopeful thoughts. ' No one had ever made a clean break like this before, no one had ever dared.'

[amberlite]

' As the subway neon lite loomed closer and with each step she felt free, free from imminent danger. Like a flash she darted into the dim lit tunnel. All around her were people preparing makeshift beds, cardboard to lie on along each side of the tunnel.'

[amberlite]

' Sassy knew the dangers ahead but for now all she needed was a safe place to rest, as if on auto she reached out her hands, towards the cardboard man. Unable to speak Greek she gestured, the cigarettes for the street bedding.'

[tranzcrybe]

>> A flickering bulb strobed the crowd, punctuated by the occasional cough and the random ticking of an arcing wire. Ominous howls of wind rustled the unwieldy cardboard panels, summoning groans of discontent from the huddling masses. Who was this stranger? The dark face peered at her suspiciously, glancing her shadow hovering near the entrance and assessing the situation. In silence, the Greek reached into his pocket to retrieve a small wooden box - weathered, broken; but from the moment she saw the inscription, there was was no doubt in Sassy's mind...

[Guest9337]

amberlite said:It would be so great if numerous people wrote one two or three lines and collaborated in building a story, wishful hopeful thoughts. ' No one had ever made a clean break like this before, no one had ever dared.'

So this character who is making a clean break, we shall give them the name Oliver, in honour of the boy Oliver Twist, a young troubled lad/lass/other who asked for more please sir, and did discover indeed quite a bit more, but where does young Oliver end up, does s/he/they end up without good luck or with good luck... please tell on our story goes on...

[Guest9337]

amberlite said:' As the subway neon lite loomed closer and with each step she felt free, free from imminent danger. Like a flash she darted into the dim lit tunnel. All around her were people preparing makeshift beds, cardboard to lie on along each side of the tunnel.'

Hi Amber. So if I may... your post has defined for us the gender of Oliver, whom is now a "she" and it is her who will make the break from her circumstance that no one else had dared to try. (but as an aside that is her own perception and is inaccurate for Oliver will later meet several characters who also had varying degrees of change of circumstances, some great some small - we shall see what happens creatively!) So young Oliver is a street girl, homeless, parentless, abused, a thief, a practiced liar, but preferring honesty with her own sense of morality, akin to the Guild of Thieves "code of silence" and fiscal opportunity. lol. We will have much fun with Oliver ahead.. for her story continues in that cardboard bed your mention...

[Guest9337]

amberlite said:' Sassy knew the dangers ahead but for now all she needed was a safe place to rest, as if on auto she reached out her hands, towards the cardboard man. Unable to speak Greek she gestured, the cigarettes for the street bedding.'

This is one of our weird bits my love amber... for the cardboard man is an abuser of young Oliver previously mentioned and thus this chance encounter between cardboard man, who is a relation of Oliver, by Sassy will inevitably link Sassy and Oliver and the cardboard man in ___ whatever the eff we come up with.

Cardboard man is not a nice man at all, he is full of half truth and half lies, deceiving at every turn to achieve his evil ways of power over whomever poor soul comes near to him. Thus Oliver is subject to Cardboard mans whim and command for Cardboard man is a genuine villian with a flock of thieves and violent doing his work, but he keeps low, seemingly poor to hide his true need - which is the most nasty things we can think up of, but well, we just self-moderate them for our bb readers hey. Even in our writing of Cardboard man we must be careful prudent and cautious for Cardboard man is so wicked just to hear of him is to risk harm.

So Oliver is attending to Cardboard man when Sassy is reaching out her hands on autopilot to find a safe hiding place and will discover that this place that shallowly seems safe is actually...