This was originally supposed to be for the Iron Pen competition for FM 2016, but I was a tad late on finishing this before the deadline. Still, I decided to finish it up and quickly go over it so I can share it with you guys.
Yes, this was a challenge. It had to be 1,000 words or less (this clocks in at 928), feature a character that’s a native species to Minnesota or feature the theme of migration, and include the “secret ingredient” in a prominent way. The “secret ingredient” was called: My secret origin. Even though the contest is long over by now, I still tried to keep to the guidelines for my own benefit.
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Someone from a “creatives” group chat on Telegram posed a weekend writing challenge: write one to three paragraphs that show a day in the life of your sona or a character of your choosing. I decided to give this a whirl and came up with this, in hopes to juice up my writing more. This is the first piece of writing to feature my wrestling sona, Jamie Bockmann (a.k.a. Kid Cobalt).
As always, let me know what you think!
This is technically my fourth commission; the third one was private, as per request. So, that one obviously won’t get posted…ever.
However, this one will. I believe this is also the first commission where nothing overtly sexual happens; just a college kid who likes red pandas and ends up becoming one for his birthday. I’ll admit, this one could’ve gone a bit longer, but I like what I have so far. I might pull some ideas out of this one at some point; who knows?
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A piece I worked on for my fiction writing class this past semester. Tried to make it a bit more interesting than just having it be an anthro fiction piece.
Actually forgot I posted this one earlier. Well, I deleted the older version and posted this, the newer version.
Currently incomplete, but I figured I’d at least put what I have so far. This does tie-in to the end of “Midnight Bus,” which I have outlined but not written yet. This one could easily be a mystery or noir-esque kind of story, but I won’t know for sure; we’ll see what happens.
I know I’ll have to look this one over as the descriptions aren’t as “furry” as I’d like them to be; again: this is what I have so far.
Let me know what you think!
Two meaty, gloved hands lifted open the door to the storage unit, exposing its contents to the freezing blizzard. The light above the door was burnt out and the clouds covered any natural moonlight. It didn’t matter to Kazuo if he could see what’s inside or not, he knew exactly where and what he was looking for. Continue reading
Added a bit to this in terms of descriptions and some general editing. Personally, I feel this one’s “finished.”
I marched through the thick layer of snow until I reached the edge of a nearby forest, with a trailhead leading into it. A large, red sign right in front of me stated in large, white letters: PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Why would someone put this here? It’s the middle of winter, most of the predators are hibernating, and there’s no sign of life in these woods as far as the eye can see. I ignored the sign’s warning and proceeded on my journey; it may take days until I reach the nearest town.