Avatar of jynmi88
  • Last Seen: 5 yrs ago
  • Joined: 10 yrs ago
  • Posts: 784 (0.23 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. jynmi88 10 yrs ago

Status

Recent Statuses

5 yrs ago
Current Kind of going through a breakdown. Some personal stuff is getting mess.. Thanks to some idiots who not only left the fan on but threw shit right at it!
1 like

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

Abigail sighed and shook her head at Hunter's statement. "It would be nice to think that it would turn out that way, but I'm doubtful. Marines get around, you know. They've got a far greater area of access than any pirate as well as the love of most common people. The issue here isn't how close one of their bases is. The issue is someone, anyone who saw what just went down, talking to either a marine or someone who could get a message to a nearby marine."

The captain couldn't help but look around as the navigator explained why there was a good chance the island would have some crew members for them to recruit. So many of the bar flies were staring at them now. EAch one was wondering if these guys had a bounty, and would it be worth it to make a move? Then again, she wasn't the best at reading faces so maybe everyone was just staring because the group was a novelty to look at.

When Hunter finished Abigail nodded, without pausing her eyes roaming about the room to try and figure out who exactly was looking at them the hardest. "Alright." She said. "The island does sound promising and even if we don't manage to take on some new blood then at least we'll piss off some marines. That's never a bad way to start out in pirating." Her drink was raised up to Hunter. "To Shipwreck isle it is then." She bent tilted it the rest of the way and finished the contents inside.

Abigail listened to the sharpshooter and nodded. "Who knows with marines. They're all deranged if you ask me. There's probably some strange message of justice to it like unicorns and justice are both real even if there's no proof of it, or something along those lines." The redhead shrugged. "I don't know. Their idea of justice doesn't make sense to me either."

When Ann mentioned going to the ship Abigail stepped aside. "Yeah. Let's see it. I'm anxious to see just how silly the damn figurehead looks in person." The woman walked behind the sharpshooter to the ship and paused when the woman pointed it out. Her face went pale. "Oh. Oh no. It's horrible like a magical rainbow fairy took a crap." A shudder went up and down her spine like a bird trapped in a room. "But at least its' floating. That's something."

After the tour was over and Anna slumped down into a chair, Abigail moved over to the edge of the boat. She put her hands on the railing and leaned over to look out into the sea. Her eyes moved from side to side. It was all blue, with the occasional white cloud. She paused and narrowed her eyes. "Is that a cloud, or a ship." Something kicked in Abigail's stomach.

"Hey, Anna.." Abigail, said as she turned her attention back to the woman in the chair. "Let's go see if Jack needs help bringing the supplies. I'm sure its just paranoia but the sooner we're out to see the better."
Or at least I think that's what it would be called. I'm not entirely sure if there's already a phrase for it, or if what I'm proposing is new.

Also, I'd like to apologize if this seems rushed or haphazardly put together. That's because it is. I'm currently at work, typing this out on a galaxy s3 that I've had since s3's were new. Hopefully I'll be able to fix it up later. I just wanted to get it up now while I worked myself up enough to ask for help.

For the past few months I've been doing this daily exercise were I take a writing prompt and use it to create a short story, usually ranging from 500-1,000 words, in 15-30 minutes. I call them tiny tales. Now, I'll be the first to admit none of them are anywhere near perfect when first finished, but I feel many have enough potential to be openly shown online after editing. Problem is there are a lot of them, and if I take my time to edit(which I'm terrible at and will get to in a minute) I'll never get be able to finish them all.

Ultimately, I would like to be able to write, and edit a single story, under 2000 words long on a daily basis. How this done is the problem. What I've been thinking is maybe some kind of section system might work.

It would be something like that.
Day 1: Do writing Prompt(1)
Day 2: Reread Writing Prompt (1)
Day 3: Take a break from working on (1) but make notes
Day 4: First, rough draft (1), incorporating notes
Day 5: Polish(Fix grammar)

This would work like a conveyor belt and a different part of a different story would be done each day.
I like this idea because I don't spend a whole lot of time working on a single story everyday, but it might not work because its never a good idea to keep splitting attention from one work to another.

As far as editing goes, I've got a lot of the basics down, I think. My only real problem is I never know when a story is ready. For every story I've ever thought I've finished with editing I find myself coming up with things to add or change weeks later.



Abigail didn't flinch when the man pulled out his guns. She kept her eyes on him and slowly moved her cup so it was facing him. Its handle started glowing yellow. The light disappeared as soon as the man's weapons vanished. "Not a problem. Better safe than sorry. At least for most of the time."

The captain's attention turned to the woman who with the mask and nodded. "Nice to meet you Anna. A sharp shooter and navigator are just what I need for starters." She paused to look at the chef. "Someone whose good with cooking wouldn't hurt." Her smile turned into a frown at the thought of food. She was already starting to miss her mom's cooking. "I'm not a fan of biscuits myself. So a cook is always welcomed." She gave the cook a short nod. "As for a name I'm Abigail Hennar, but you can call me Abby, or captain and that's about the end of the things I'll respond to."

Men barged into threatening her new cook, whom in turn shifted the blame to her new sharpshooter, whom he called captain. Abigail's eye twitched at the confusion but she decided to let it go. The thugs didn't look like anything special and maybe the mix up would be a good way to see what her new crew was made up of. So she took a step away from Anna and moved closer to Hunter, who was talking about the next stop he thought they should make.

"Hmmm. That does sound like a good plan." Abigail muttered. "But what makes you think we could pick up some cheap crew members there?" Gun shots and screaming went on to her left as Anna and her new cook took care of the threats.

Abigail turned her attention away from her navigator and frowned at the mess. "This is a bit much." She said, shaking her head. "Now, we're going to have to rush things even more than what I was hoping for." Her focused moved from watching their cook make his exit to dead eye and then back to her navigator.. "I don't have much in the way of possessions because this skirt doesn't have pockets and the rest of my stuff is elsewhere. Is there anything you two need to do before we leave, because we'll be needing to hurry now as I'm sure someone's going to get marines here right, quick and in a hurry. "
Would it help if I put up a character?
It was always wise to take things slow, especially after a traumatic event, and Abigail had just been through one for the books. Of course she didn't have any patience for something like that. Her family, her crew, her inability to decide which status held the higher meaning, were out there somewhere. She hoped wherever that somewhere was had them alive, and well, for the ship who attacked them's sake. Regardless of her loved ones' fate she still had places to be, and people('s skulls) to drive her fists through and she wasn't going to get anywhere pussyfooting around. Besides, it wasn't like she could exactly blend in with a crowd, even if she wanted to. There was always something about a Hennar that made it so they couldn't hide in a town any better than a giant could.

The doors to the tavern rushed inwards, banging the walls on either side of the entrance. "Don't mind me." A loud voice from a tiny framed woman with red hair said as she stepped in. "I'm just passing through." Her large eyes moved from person to person as she walked up to the bar. As she moved, a trail of water formed after every step. She hadn't taken time to dry off after coming onto land. She didn't even bother kissing the ground and thanking the world for another day of light. It was right to the tavern. "Beer, please." She said, turning around to rest an elbow on the table so she could get a better look at the faces inside. "Oh!" The tiny woman perked up a little and slapped her hand on the table. "A cigar too, if you have it."

The bartender nodded, and held up a hand for cash. "No tab." Her muttered.

"Fair enough." Abigail said, paying the man. As she waited for her drink and smoke, the red haired woman's eyes bounced from face to face until she found a pair that looked suspicious enough for her liking. It was the mask that did it. Abigail didn't know why but she always trusted a woman in a mask; probably because they were the honest ones. Nothing like a mask to let you know there was a knife in their hand with your back's name on it. Drink in hand she sauntered over to the couple.

"You guys looking for work, because I could really use a crew." She paused to take a drink. "And a ship. Any ship. It doesn't matter how silly it looks. If I can get my hands on it, I'll take it."
Happy to see this is up! I should be able to get a post up after work.
Hello? Anybody home. Please don't die on me!


I'm here I'm just waiting for something to happen. Bit like my sex life


Ditto! I'm here too.
Definitely interested.
@LostDestinyI think I've got a possible rival for Anna but I won't be able to put it up till after I get off work t.t
@hozanI don't know if we'd create rivals for our own primary characters. I was thinking it would be better if we made the rivals for other people in the group. Lol It would be kind of like schizophrenia the other way, but then again the rate of progress would be higher if we were in charge of our own rivals......
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet