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Here's a short story I wrote. I'd love some feedback, even if you hate it and just want to call me a faggot.
A cold November breeze swept over Henry and he instinctively held a paper cup full of warm coffee just a bit closer to his chest. He had been standing in line for nearly twelve hours along with millions of other people waiting for their message. Morning broke slowly, and he watched beams of piercing morning light shine down the street and reflect brightly off of store windows.
Henry took a sip and allowed the hot steam to warm his face. He couldn’t leave his spot, so he had bought the coffee from a vendor walking down the line. Henry wished he had offered him cream, but the warmth and much-needed caffeine were good enough. Henry glanced down at his phone to help pass the time.
“What does it say?” came a soft voice from behind him.
“Excuse me?” Henry replied, turning around.
“You checked the time, right? What time is it?” asked a girl wrapped in a big purple scarf and a heavy winter coat. She appeared to be in her early twenties, like Henry.
“Uh, it’s about seven,” replied Henry.
“And it opens at eight, right? Just another hour, thank God! It’s way too cold,” said the girl. “My name is Georgia, what’s yours?” She thrust her mittened hand out to Henry.
Henry held out his right hand, and realized he was still holding the coffee. Georgia’s face brightened as Henry fumbled with the cup until he finally shook her hand. “My name’s Henry.”
“Do you think the device will really work? Will we get our message?” asked Georgia.
Henry looked towards the front of the line and couldn’t make out where it started—a thousand bodies all collected into an endless swarm of people. Henry thought back to an article that he’d read a year ago, and how so many people had jumped, shouted, and buzzed at the news.
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What is your preferred style/content of the fantasy genre? Does a low-fantasy, gritty, war-torn world sound interesting to you? Or do you love to read about wizards that command awesome magic powers?
Do you even like the genre of fantasy at all? Is it worthwhile for authors to continue to flesh out, or has fantasy reached its apex with Tolkien, Jordan, and Martin?
Please, let's have a fantastical discussion, m'lords.
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Good Day, /lit/,
I am visiting from /k/. Unfortunately, day/k/are is in full swing, and nobody there is of much help.
I have a desire to roughly carve a phrase, quote, or piece of poetry upon the buttstock of my single-shot 12 gauge, which I will use to hunt armadillos, squirrels, racoons, and wild pigs. I intend to put a notch for each critter taken, because I am slightly redneck, and want a gun with stories to tell. (Dad is a sucky father, left no stories to me. I want to have something COOL for the kids.)
Of course, in an emergency scenario, this would also be used defensively.
Right now, what appeals to me most is a line from Rudyard Kipling's "Cold Iron"- "" Nay! " said the cannoneer on the castle wall,
' But Iron - Cold Iron - shall be master of you all! '
Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,
When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along;
He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,
And Iron - Cold Iron - was master of it all."
What do you think, /lit/? Help a Pleb out?