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csoriginalz · 4 months ago
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someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue
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csoriginalz · 5 months ago
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Chapter 8 of 'Where the Parallels Crash'
Back in Cecelia's PoV this week as she and Neal find a potential clue.
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csoriginalz · 5 months ago
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Chapter 7 of 'Where the Parallels Crash'
A bit more insight into Sylvia's thought process this week. We're also getting to some longer chapters!
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csoriginalz · 5 months ago
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'Where the Parallels Crash' - Chapter 6
Chapter Summary: Cecelia and Agent Fisher arrive at the site of a second large-scale overlap to search for answers.
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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I completely forgot to add the drafts for the chapter 3 illustration ^^;
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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Chapter 4 of 'Where the Parallels Crash' + Chapter 3 illustration
Chapter overview: It's time to meet the rest of the characters working at P.A.R.A.L.L.E.L.'s agency.
Read chapter 4 here on Scribble Hub or start reading here!
And, it's a week late, but here's my attempt at drawing the major overlap event from chapter 3:
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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"Would anyone want to read --" Listen, imma stop you right there. Yes. YES, someone would want to read that. You write that weird little fucked up story. Or that domestic little slice of life story. That drabble or that 300k monster.
I promise someone wants to read it.
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard
*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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Chapter 3 of 'Where the Parallels Crash'
A bit of a shorter chapter, but we're back in Sylvia's PoV for the first large-scale overlap.
You can read the newest chapter here on Scribble Hub (or, start reading from chapter 1!)
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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Here's the first illustration for 'Where the Parallels Crash' from chapter 1. (I didn't realize a simple door would be so tricky ^^;)
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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I'm nervous excited to reveal my first original fiction work, 'Where the Parallels Crash'! The first two chapters are up and you can read them here on Scribble Hub.
Summary:
When a simple case of missing equipment turns into a series of increasingly dangerous ‘paranormal’ events, Sylvia Fisher, an aloof agent at the P.A.R.A.L.L.E.L. government agency, must work with the very intern she was investigating for theft before things spiral completely out of control. Currently a college student and intern at P.A.R.A.L.L.E.L., Cecelia Byrd has always been fascinated by theories of multiple worlds. After striking a desperate agreement with Agent Fisher, Cecelia only has three days to figure out the cause behind the increase in dimensional overlaps, pullings, and imprints – as well as finishing up her own project – before her time runs out.
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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Shrimpy's Great Escape
I found this in my drafts and thought, 'Eh, can't hurt to post it. Give people a taste of my writing style' (even though this was written years ago).
When one thinks of tropical fish, small, bright colors darting around fake sunken ships and neon plants are generally what comes to mind. Yet, if one walks past all the oranges, yellows, blues, reds, and glow-in-the-dark vertebrates at a typical U.S. pet store, they’ll end up with tanks filled with the less flashy critters– dwarf frogs, hermit crabs, snails, and the like. The star of this story is even trickier to find; it’s better to scan the labels to locate the correct tank than to search for the creature itself. But, once found, it’s hard not to get drawn into the pure strangeness that is a ghost shrimp.
As with other ‘ghost’ or translucent animals, the shrimp are almost completely see-through. It’s only the yellow-ish tint of their bodies that makes their outlines visible. Around an inch long, ghost shrimp can rapidly disappear into the background. While these little creatures may not seem like an exciting addition to a tropical fish tank, I’ve always found them fascinating. Eventually, years after my first pass by their pet store tanks, I finally got a ghost shrimp of my own.
I named it Shrimpy.
(Admittedly, names have never been a strong suit of mine.)
The tiny shrimp had a casual ‘I-don’t-bother-you-and-you-don’t-bother-me’ relationship with the multiple fish in the tank, spending most of its time on one of the ship decorations. Shrimpy could swim around – delicate, thin legs moving as fast as they could - but it preferred to walk along the gravel.
But this post isn’t about Shrimpy in general. It’s about the one time the crustacean almost gave me a heart attack.
Now, anyone who has ever had to clean a fish tank knows how disgusting it can be. I’d clean the tank about once a month, taking all the fish out so I could remove and replace as much of the dirty water as possible. Using small plastic cups, I’d scoop out each fish individually and place them on the nearby counter with a few paper towels laid over the top to prevent any poorly planned escape jumps. However, the first time I took Shrimpy out, I didn’t bother with a cover. With the water about three-fourths of the way full in the cup, I figured that any climbing attempts would end right at the surface.
So, fish and crustacean safely out of the way, I went about my regular routine. Between the walls, decorations, and plants, it generally took about an hour to get the tank to an acceptable level of cleanliness. I’d take a few breaks to check on the fish during the work, but if my dad was around (as he was that day), I’d ask him to watch over the little aquatic creatures for me – mainly to make sure that my cat didn’t decide to embrace his inner fisher.
I wasn’t completely done with scrubbing the algae from the plants when I took a stretch break, making my way over to the collection of cups to check in. I can’t remember if I noticed the empty cup or the tiny, barely visible blob a couple of inches away from said container, but my mind quickly connected the dots. I do remember calling my dad over (he’d assumed that, since the cat was with him, he hadn’t needed to check on the fish at all) with an alarmed cry of “Shrimpy!” While my dad was processing what the little shrimp had done, I was panicking.
Apparently, Shrimpy had gotten bored while I cleaned the tank and climbed out of its cup. It even made it a fairly good distance for a shrimp out of water.
But, in the end, that was what it was – a little shrimp out of the water, collapsed between the cup and the edge of the counter.
As distraught as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to try and touch the little body. I’m sure I was starting to cry. However, my dad took the now-empty cup, held it below the edge of the counter, and gently nudged the little blob along with a finger. I’m not quite sure what he was expecting to happen – maybe the still-present water drops made him hopeful that Shrimpy hadn’t been out and exposed for too long.
What neither of us was expecting was that, the moment the tiny ghost shrimp plopped into the water, it immediately popped back into shape. Perfectly fine. Within seconds, Shrimpy was ‘swimming’ around the bottom of the cup, acting like it hadn’t just come back from the presumed dead.
Shrimpy went on to live what I assume was a typical shrimp life span, and I did end up getting one or two more over the years. Of course, no ghost shrimp was ever left in a lid-less container ever again, and Shrimpy remained safely water-bound for the rest of its days.
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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Alright, next week I'll upload the first chapter. Promise.
I'm leaning towards starting to upload chapters of my first story on ScribbleHub this week maybe? It's a mix of Syfy and paranormal aspects. I've got the first nine or so chapters done, so a chapter a week should give me enough time to finish the last eleven.
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csoriginalz · 6 months ago
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I'm leaning towards starting to upload chapters of my first story on ScribbleHub this week maybe? It's a mix of Syfy and paranormal aspects. I've got the first nine or so chapters done, so a chapter a week should give me enough time to finish the last eleven.
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csoriginalz · 9 months ago
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About:
This blog is for my original fiction writing. I'll be sharing links to chapters on ScribbleHub (hoping to start between Dec.2024 - Jan. 2025) as well as posting illustrations. After a story is complete (and gone through another round of editing), I'll be self-publishing through D2D and selling the PDFs on my Kofi.
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