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Develop Your Story / Project Serentedia - Week 7
« on: December 11, 2022, 12:48:28 AM »
Project Serendetia - Week 7


The Fates have intertwined the destinies of two young souls... what future lies ahead for them?

You decide what happens next: WEEK 6 IS CLOSED

A new project has arrived! Each week, a new poll is held that will determine the fates of two souls in the World of Serendetia. Some polls will be very descript, others will be cryptically vague... but one thing remains the same: whichever choice receives the most votes will have permanent effects on the story! Control the narrative as the Fates of Serendetia bend to your whims and will!

All voting ends 11:59pm PST Sunday, with a new poll created following the release of the next segment of the story.

WEEK 5 RESULTS

The seat at the window with quiet classmates.

*Italicized choices mean the audience voted against the author. Bold choices mean the audience voted with the author*

Read the First Chapter Here
Read the Latest Chapter Here

Month 1 Community Survey


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Develop Your Story / Project OCTAVIAN - A Short Stories Anthology [HIATUS]
« on: February 27, 2022, 03:57:22 AM »
Welcome to Project OCTAVIAN


We seek to compile a list of extraordinary and exhilarating short stories for our team of dedicated artists, writers, and editors to create for our upcoming anthology series!

Anyone looking to contribute to this project is welcome to apply! Simply PM me (Operative13) with the title "Project Octavian Application - {POSITION}" using any of these Position taglines (Writer | Artist | Editor | Beta-Reader) to be considered.

If you wish to catch up on the latest news on Project Octavian, simply join this email list here. We will also be notifying you of any contests or prize pools that we will be distributing for free over the next few months.

Our current giveaway will be a $20 sketch of your original character for the first user to sign up to our mailing list! Afterwards, we will continue to give away a $20 sketch each month to one lucky individual signed up, as well as the potential for a $100 prize contest in the next few months!

Stay tuned for more details!



UPDATE:

Project Octavian is looking for volunteer beta-readers interested in contributing to this project by reading 5,000 word stories and giving a short review and rating based on your impressions. If you'd like to sign up, simply reply back on this thread, PM me, or sign up via our email list. We'll be sending out instructions to all those that join by next week.

In return for your feedback, we'll be giving out free sketches of your custom-made character! We're limiting our beta-reading group to a maximum of (10) on a first-come-first-served basis.



UPDATE 2:

Project Octavian is open to creating a one-shot manga based on your story! The only requirement is that it must be a completed story. If your story is found worthy of entry to Project Octavian, we will fund your story to be created by our team of talented artists and shared here on MangaRaiders for everyone to enjoy  8)

You'll want to act quick, however. This offer expires by the end of May.

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Welcome to Project Cairlann's Short Story Contest!

THE CONTEST IS OFFICIALLY OVER. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION!

If you're interested in more contests and prize pools, sign up to our email list here. We are currently offering a free sketch of your character for a random draw each month!

Winner - Suuper-san

From January 30th to March 1st, post a 5,000 to 10,000 word short story here or PM me here or @Ope1ativ3 on Twitter to enter for a chance to receive $100 worth of character artwork from the artist of your choosing! The $100 art prize will cover either 1 full body, 2 busts, or 4 headshots. You may pick however combination best suits your needs should you win. When you submit your work, please select one artist from the list provided below, as well as a list of references for your character design*! The more specific, the better!

*No excessive nudity or gore. General rule is to keep it PG-13.

Please note that the character artwork will be property of Project Cairlann as we'd own the rights from providing the original commission. However, you will be permitted to use and distribute this artwork as you see fit, and you will still retain rights to your story upon submission.

Artist #1
Artist #2
Artist #3
Artist #4
Artist #5
Artist #6


Final submissions are due March 1st, 2022 at 11:59pm Pacific Time. I will select the best story out of the submissions within 1 week of the contest's closing and announce the winner here! Best of luck to everyone out there!  8)

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Develop Your Story / Project CAIRLANN [HIATUS]
« on: August 29, 2020, 04:08:28 AM »

Prince Kalland had dreamt of becoming the righteous ruler his stories always told of, just like his father one day. Yet little did he know that day would come sooner than expected.

Suddenly thrust into the role of Cairlann’s new king, Kalland must contend with his newfound duties as great turmoil ravages the land and dark machinations work behind veiled shadows to overthrow him. Yet how can a young boy hope to overcome such trials when he is in charge of the very regime responsible for the kingdom’s suffering?

Kalland would never guess that he’d entrust his fate and the fate of the entire realm to a stranger: a pauper boy named Edmund.


Story Description
A young, innocent prince must work to right the wrongs of his dead father, as forces from both within and without threaten to tear his kingdom apart, with the help of a young pauper.

This epic fantasy retelling of Mark Twain’s literary classic “The Prince and the Pauper” explores the meaning of coming-of-age through the clashing ideas of innocence and corruption, reality and idealism through the eyes of two young boys of different social status.

Genre: Epic Fantasy

Feedback Survey: A Tales of Cadamaria - Battle of Garagil Pass
Tales of Cadamaria - Battle of Garagil Pass Part 1
Project Cairlann Short Story Contest

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Welcome to the Novel November Poll! Here you are free to discuss about any particular story that strikes your fancy and make your own opinions and suggestions known! :D

The Workshop has Concluded

Below are the Contestants and their stories:

OhGodHelpMe (Senkumo War Stories: Book of Revenge) - Best Story Forever*
Operative13 (Baroburo)
Vacant (Vacant's Story)

Novel November Marathon Workshop

Good Luck, and Happy Marathon!  :thumbsup:

*Best Story Forever is not Forever. Best Story is subject to change.

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Develop Your Story / [Novel November] Baroburo
« on: November 03, 2019, 07:27:05 PM »
Coming soon...

The World Shall Scream in Darkness, and Only the Silence of Pain Will Remain



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Come one, come all! Novel November is upon us!


In honour of National Novel Writing Month, we're hosting our own version of NaNoWriMo right here at MangaRaiders! Set a goal, and make your very own story come alive in 30 days! The countdown is near, so you better get started!

Every week on Friday at 8:00PM PST, we will be hosting a vote for every Work-In-Progress for the Best Story of the Week, with the vote concluding on Sunday 8:00PM PST. The final vote will be held on December 1st 8:00PM PST and conclude on December 6th 8:00PM PST for the Best Story Forever!*

Novel Length Read Times
10,000 words = a pamphlet or business white paper. Read time = 30-60 minutes.

20,000 words = short eBook or manifesto. The Communist Manifesto is an example of this, at about 18,000 words. Read time = 1-2 hours.

40,000–60,000 words = standard nonfiction book / novella. The Great Gatsby is an example of this. Read time = 3 to 4 hours.

60,000–80,000 words = long nonfiction book / standard-length novel. Most Malcolm Gladwell books fit in this range. Read time = 4 to 6 hours.

80,000 words–100,000 words = very long nonfiction book / long novel. The Four-Hour Work Week falls in this range.

100,000+ words = epic-length novel / academic book / biography. Read time = 6 to 8 hours. The Steve Jobs biography would fit this category.

Hope to see you all here on Friday!

Participants

GreenTrap
OhGodHelpMe
Operative13
Vacant


*Best Story Forever is not literal. Title of Best Story Forever is subject to change.

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A run-off from the previous Three Realms Project, Three Souls focuses more on sole character development in a shared world. Conflicts arise, and old threats emerge. Who will stand among the others as the true Chosen One?

Three Souls Synopsis

Long ago, an ancient hero known only as the Chosen One vanquished a great evil from the land that threatened to tear the world asunder and it shaped it into its own image. With the Trinity Stone, he sealed the evil into the void from whence it came, and peace was restored. Since then however, the stone that stood guard at the Black Gate had mysteriously vanished, and the chains that have sealed the gateway for so long have begun to unravel. It soon came to light that the stone had not simply disappeared: it was destroyed! With the stone no longer here to stop the Black Gate's unraveling, it only seemed certain that the great evil would return once more. However hope was not all lost. The great sages of the land convened, and through their foresight, discovered three souls that bore the essence of the Trinity Stone, the power that could seal the Gate and protect this world for good. What three souls, they do not know. The only catch was that their power must be reunited to fully seal the gateway. Only one was not enough...

We have exactly one position open for this spot, so whoever can stay active every weekend to work on this project (And then some), sign up today!  ;)

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Coming back to the fray once again, and while this technically isn't a revival of the previous Writer's Marathon Workshops I've hosted in the past, this is something a bit different I'm trying out.  :-\

Enter Three Realms! An otherwise shameless knockoff of the Three Kingdoms!  :D

The premise is simple. Three realms reside on the grand continent of Pantalea, a wondrous world where magic and technology collide, mysterious and otherworldly creations roam, and the unknown cresting at the edges of the vast map. The Ultimate Goal: Domination of Pantalea itself.

This goal can be achieved in a number of ways:

Diplomatic: Peace has come to Pantalea at last. You have successfully established an everlasting alliance between the powers and now work together towards a better future.

Economic: Dominate Pantalea’s entire economy. Not a single ounce of gold moves without reaching you first.

Military: Become the only superpower in Pantalea. Your rivals are crushed and all kneel before your glorious might.

Technological: You’ve become the first to harness the forces of nature to its full potential. No other can best your technological might and are powerless to stop you.

There are other ways to achieve victory, but you'll have to discover them along the way in the course of this project.  ;)

Only two people may join this project, as it is indeed a small-scale marathon. That, and there won't be any formal "writing" per say (I'll explain that part after the Marathon starts). If anyone else wishes to join as editors for the group, feel free to visit at any time, but do note this workshop is only accepting writers by Friday this week.

So, what should you expect coming into this workshop?

You will be responsible for creating one of the three realms in Pantalea. A nation to call your own. You will need to establish the nation's name, its government system, society and culture, religions, technology, landscape and economy. Everything you can think of to bring this glorious nation of yours to life! Oh, and don't forget your characters as well!  8) As there won't be anything formal when it comes to writing, we will be collaborating with the use of storyboards and outlines in its place (That also will be explained upon later).

You will initially start this project building your world inside your created realm. Develop your characters, their storylines, and establish relationships between the other two writers' realms as you progress. Expect interactions to build up and collaborations to be more aggressive as the days drag on. This will ultimately lead to the final confrontation where one realm is declared the Ruler of Pantalea and our story is completed.

Now there are some restrictions that will come with this format, however everything will be explained in further details afterwards (Of course everything is later. When has good ol' Op ever given everything up front?  8) )

This is a small, but intense project. For those who love the thrill of world-building and seeing your very own world go head-to-head with others, sign up now!  8) The moment I get my first two initiates is the moment we officially begin the Project!

Good Luck Fellow Writers!  :thumbsup:

Objectives:
Establish a diplomatic agreement with one faction within a foreign realm

Discord

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Develop Your Story / [Marathon Workshop] Zsssssst!
« on: January 19, 2018, 07:52:50 AM »
Genre: Sci-Fi Fantasy
Synopsis: A weary scientist, a bubbly young girl, and a demonic soul trapped inside a golem's body go on extraordinary adventures as they explore the many wonders of the Omega Infinitum.

Chapter 1
The tavern bustled with life. All sorts of people gathered here in this rustic place to chat about the daily lives and events that go around this town. Yet that tavern atmosphere was almost instantly disrupted when the door swung open with enough force to send the barkeep flying across the room. Everyone stopped and turned to see… who was this person who so callously marched in unannounced?

Standing in the doorway was a young alchemist, a girl from the royal academy. Her dress was burnt and there was an expression of absolute horror on her face, her lips slowly parted as she said “Holy *censored* guys, I might have just ended the world”.

“...There she goes again,” mumbled one of the patrons. He took his beer and went straight back to drinking just as quickly as he turned away.

The young alchemist quickly runs to the patron walking away, “No! No! I’m serious! Look, my arm! I did the thing! You know the thing you aren’t supposed to do!” There was a dark mark on her arm, a rune of some sort, it glowed ominously but for some reason also smelt vaguely like cherries.

The patron gazed with uninterested eyes, just cresting over the rim of his mug. He slammed the mug down after a hard gulp and stared the girl down straight in the eyes. “Shove off, you annoying git.”

Suddenly a low robotic voice echoed from outside the tavern. “Bryn, you done in there? Why did we go to a tavern?” The patrons gazed out the tavern windows, a humongous war golem was parked awkwardly near the water trough for horses. It really seemed like this thing was about to tip over.

“Don’t tell me you brought him over,” the patron groaned at Bryn. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Look, I didn’t bring him anywhere he just kind of follows me!” Yelled Bryn as she hides the odd cherry smelling mark on her arm. She turns to the other patrons and at the top of her lungs yells…

“Ugh.”

The patron stood up, whisking his coat off the chair and flipped a coin over the bar, where the barkeeper lied unconscious.

“Thanks for the drink,” he nonchalantly said as he strolled out the door.

Just as the patron was passing by the nearly tipped over but not quite yet war golem, a sudden flash of lightning and a dark inhuman voice enters every human’s mind in the vicinity. “FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLS, you have gazed upon ME and thus I have seen you! I cometh.”

“Shut up, you piece of useless demonic trash!” the patron angrily barked. “I’ve had enough for one day of you two idiots’ ridiculous antics! Now we’re going back to the lab this instant! I’m going to have a word with you two later.”

Bryn slowly turns to the war golem and says “So, we’re pretty *censored*ed aren’t we Moda? The professor thinks this is a joke. But I just literally ended the world. Well it’s going to be an exciting day at least.”

The war golem attempts to stand. But it actually can’t.

“You bet your ass you two are,” the patron grumbled. “Now where the hell did I leave the car?”

As Bryn turns to follow the patron, a small noise is heard from behind her. “Hey”. Bryn continues to walk with the patron. “Hey”. Bryn stops for a moment and ties her shoes noticing her boots had come undone. “HEY!!! I’m STUCK Bryn, you can’t leave me here!”

Bryn turns to see Moda, still on the verge of tipping. She shrugs and follows the patron.

“Tell me, have you done anything with the car? I could’ve sworn I parked it here somewhere…” the patron asked.
“Well you never asked me how I got here…” Said Bryn sheepishly as she plucks a wrench from her bottomless bag of useless potions.

“Don’t tell me…” a slight discomfort in the patron’s voice.

“I’m SITTING ON THE CAR!” Yelled Moda from way back in front of the tavern. Upon closer inspection, indeed he was parked on top of the car. Hence the tipping.

“You messed with the Dimensional Configuration Module!?” the patron screamed.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to TELL YOU! We may or may not have taken a peek at the Omega Infinitum, and it was great and everything but… well you know” Bryn grabs the wrench and begins winding up for a swing before batting Moda’s head off his body, causing the entire war golem to tip off the car.

“That’s why I kept trying to tell you the world is ending!” exclaimed Bryn as she runs after Moda’s head.

The patron ran his hand down the length of his face. “...how many times must I tell you not to touch that! One wrong move and you could easily trap us in the Omega Infinitum! You’re lucky you haven’t busted the Multi-Dimensional Correctional System, or we’d be in big trouble,” He shoveled through his coat pockets and took out a pair of car keys. Upon pressing a button, the car’s invisibility cloak disintegrated, revealing the rest of the war golem’s body stuck inside.

“Oh so that’s where it went!” Yelled Moda as Bryn screwed his head back on to the rest of his body. While repairing Moda, Bryn turns to the patron and says “Wait, so the MDCS isn’t broken? No *censored*ing way, are you telling me I’M the only one that’s going to die here!? I mean you saw the mark right!”

“Oh, quit your whining you dumb brat. That mark isn’t gonna do anything, at least not when we leave this world.”

The young girl pulls her giant hat down to hide her face, which at this point was red enough to be mistaken for a tomato. “W-well, haha. Woah you’re right, maybe it’s time to be jumping back to Origin city, I’ve had enough of this dump anyway! I’ve got a flight exam tomorrow too!”

“You won’t be taking your flight exam once I have a word with your professor,” the patron sternly said as he buckled himself in the driver’s seat. “The last thing I need is for you to become more of an issue.”

“Well I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not, mom left us clues in the pocket dimensions, and whether it’s in the Omega or not I’m gonna find them ain’t that right Moda?”

“Mmfmfgfddkhzzzzrrrtt” There were sparks coming out of the war golem’s chassis.

Bryn quickly smacks Moda’s head once more with her wrench before jumping in the passenger seat and fastening her buckle.

In the same monotonous robotic voice he’s used all his life, Moda turns his head and says “*censored* you Bryn”.

The patron rolled his eyes and turned the car engine on. The car spurred, then whizzed to life as the gadgets and various electronics cluttering the front board filled with data. He entered a series of coordinates into the computer just as the world began to collapse into darkness and within moments, a stream of light surrounded the vehicle. And just before the world had totally collapsed into nothing, the car vanished.

Staring out the window into the void as the car traversed through dimensions, Bryn’s mind was filled emotions. She thought of her family, of her friends, of this new situation she found herself in and wondered if she would ever find her home again. She lifted her arm and motioned towards the endless infinite, reaching out and trying to grasp something. She knew mom would never be coming back, but wasn’t sure if she was ready to let go of hope yet. In that instance however…

“Bryn you look like some jackass tripping on something really good” The war golem just had to go and ruin the moment.

“We’re almost home.” the patron said. And just as before, the light that had once surrounded them began to dissipate, revealing a familiar area everyone was accustomed to: the Lab. The car lied center of a large beam that immediately shut off following the light’s departure. The patron unhinged the keys from its lock, opened the car door, and casually walked towards the stairs ahead.

Under her breath Bryn quietly swore “Not my home, not my dad. Never will be.” She turns to open the car door before remembering that a certain rude ass golem was in the back seat. She shrugged and followed the patron up the stairs.

“You know, you’re a real bitch Bryn!” Bryn stopped for a moment, she could hear the angry, or what she thought was the angry voice of a war golem trapped in the back seat of a cramped car. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should go back and open the door. Then promptly forgot all about it and left the room.

As Byrn made her way upstairs, into the quiet wooden hallways covered in dust and cobwebs, she could see a dim light emanating behind an ajared door. His room. Curious, she crept slowly towards the light and peered through the door’s crack to see the man lounging on his sofa chair, casually exhaling a smoke next to the fireplace.

“Do you honestly believe the girl is worth your effort?” a distinctly female but mechanical voice spoke. “All this energy you have and you choose to expend it for what? Comfort?”

“It’s anything but comfort,” the man replied.

“Gareth. You can’t spend eternity tormenting yourself with this. Sooner or later you’ll have to come to terms. This girl should not be the solution.”

“I decide what I want to do,” Gareth replied. “Now I don’t know if it’s… out of instinct or if I’m not in my right mind… I don’t know. And I don’t care. But I’ll do what I have to.”

“The Foundation is looking for your reply, Gareth. You will need to respond to it soon.”

“Computer off,” Gareth said. A small click, and Gareth is back to inhaling his pipe.

Bryn’s eyes narrowed as she tried to be stealthy, leaning up against the wall. She thought to herself man, I am such a *censored*ing ninja right now. “Hehehe, what delicious sultry piece of tabloid gossip do we have here” she muttered under her breath, only barely able to catch the tail end of the conversation in Gareth’s room.

The door suddenly flew open from Gareth’s room. “Back to your room, kiddo.”

“Drat” Bryn puts her hat back on her head and sulks back to her room.

She immediately plops down on her bed and wonders why the hell she sleeps on this thing because it is awful. Turning to her side, she thought about the conversation she heard from Gareth’s room.

“The foundation huh. Always knew mom was a badass interdimensional pirate, but if those guys are involved maybe I am in over my head.” She turns to her other side while the distant sounds of a trapped golem in a car gently echo underneath her. “Still, thanks Gare-bear, always knew you had a soft spot for me.” She smiled once more before sleep finally hits her like a train that doesn’t understand the concept of slowing down.

Chapter 2
Sleepingly blissfully, one would never be able to tell what Bryn’s dreams were about. Her facial expression was that of a seasoned poker player, unmoving and like stone. Despite that however, you could always tell when dawn was approaching as her gentle features gradually distort and writhe in response to the looming light. “I know, know…” She muttered, painfully aware that dawn was coming and she couldn’t sleep forever.

The gentle smell of cherries brushed up against her nostrils. “Right.” Bryn abruptly jolted upright, looked at her arm and the weird mark that sat on it. “Forgot about you, well if Gareth says it’s nothing then I guess it’s nothing”. Then almost as quickly as she woke up, she was dressed and ready for the day.

Gareth sat nonchalantly in the dining room, boots crossed atop the table as he peered over reports in his tablet. He didn’t seem to pay mind to Bryn skipping down the stairs as she playfully jumped the last step down and dashed across the room.

It took only a moment for Gareth to notice that Bryn had done something a little different today. Immediately, a look of horror washed over his face. “No, nope. Not happening”.

Bryn faced Gareth before responding “COME ON! You don’t even know what I was going to ask, it’s only going to take a second! I promise.” Bryn put on the worst possible smile that could ever be done, her face twitching with strain.

“I’ve said it again and again, and I’ll say it again: No,” Gareth sternly said before turning back to his tablet.

Bryn crossed her arms before plopping down a golden medal on the table. She grabbed a piece of bread, gulped it down in one bite and took a big gulp out of Gareth’s cup of coffee. “Alright, you already know this is happening, I mean come on! This is my one chance to get a lead on mom and you’re saying I can’t!? It was like this last year too!”

“And it’ll remain that way until you learn to control yourself. With the way you are now, I can’t even trust you to look over that damn golem for even one second. Where did you even leave him last night?”

“Eep. Well, he should be in the garage.” Bryn taps the floor with her foot. Out of the garage echoed a low monotonous voice “Yes I’m still here. And Bryn, you’re a-”

Cutting him off, Bryn jumps up and down causing a ruckus before saying “Anyway that’s not the point. Look at that medal, you know what that means! The Basilica gave me a personal recommendation for flight training today. I don’t get why you won’t let me go, I’ll be out of your hair and you can go about your merry way, what’s not to lose?”

“That you’ll do something reckless and put people in danger. Not everyone is fit to pilot them, and I’d rather you take the time to learn more important skills before you try to get your hands on one. Besides, you’ll be accompanying me with some errands today.”

Bryn turned to look at the Grand Basilica in the distance before sighing and turning back to face Gareth. “Look, I just want to help, and if it means I can find out what happened to mom while doing it I just don’t get what is wrong with that. I know the Omega is dangerous and things we bring back can hurt people, but I can’t be stuck here being your little alchemist-”

“Apprentice,” Gareth suddenly said. “You’re my apprentice. You haven’t earned the right to call yourself an Alchemist just yet.”

Taking a deep sigh, before sitting back down at the table, Bryn takes the medal and puts it back in her pocket. “I get it, fine. As long as we go to the Omega today, then I’ll put off the flight company. But remember what you promised me Gareth, I’ll make a record of every anomaly, but you promised me you’d help me find mom. Also, I’ve got some news I forgot to mention. Noire is going to come with us today” Immediately after dropping that bomb Bryn grabs her satchel and rushes through the garage door, hoping to escape Gareth’s wrath before he has a chance to say anything. She slips almost right away before tumbling through the door and falling down the stairs landing right in front of Moda’s head.

Gareth twitched at the boisterous calamity that echoed in the garage. “Get Moda charged up while you’re in there!” He hollered. “He’s coming with us!” He then turned back and resumed his reading before thinking to himself… “Who’s Noire?”

At that moment, the front door bell rang, its annoying chirp echoed through the house. Immediately suspicious of Bryn’s words, Gareth cautiously waited at the table before he yelled “Who’s there!?”

A slight murmur through the door. He could barely make out who it was, but it was certainly female. Grumbling to himself, Gareth dropped his legs off the table and put aside the tablet as he got up to answer the door.

Before Gareth could open the door, it swung open. A small girl dressed head to toe in a suspiciously black outfit stood before him. She had a mechanical backpack of sorts and was arrayed in goggles and other gadgets that one could only imagine what their true purpose was for.

“P-pleased to meet you mister, Bryn asked me to come along for something today. My n-name is N-n-noire.” The girl had an irritating stutter. For a moment Gareth almost bought that she was just shy but then he immediately realized something was off.

“By the Gods, girl! What have you done!?” Gareth exclaimed. Noire had completely demolished the front door.

A cheeky smile crept across Noire’s face. “W-well, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” Noire turned around and reached into her backpack before pulling out a small gadget. It was shaped like an arm with a drill attached to one end. Before Gareth could ask what she was doing, Noire had already begun… repairing? The door. In less than a minute, the front door was brand new, its blasted hinges made of solid gold and other extravagant implements.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Gareth turned to face the suspicious girl only to find her handing him a bill.

“...what is this?” Gareth plainly spoke.

“It’s the f-fee. For fixing your d-door.” Noire held the bill up to Gareth’s face. “It’s only natural to charge for s-services rendered.” A cheeky smile crept across Noire’s face, except this time, it was somehow cheekier than before.

Gareth’s expression soured. “Girl. You just blasted my perfectly good door to bits, and now you have the galls to try and charge me for fixing a problem you caused? On top of that… the door doesn’t even match!” Immediately he began tearing the bill in front of her and pulled out a cellphone. “Now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t send you over to the authorities.”

Noire shuffled about before speaking in her obnoxiously quiet voice. “It’s going to cost extra if you want your old door back.” Gareth’s eyes squinted, who the hell was this brat!? Before the exchange could escalate any further, Bryn barged in between the two.

“Hahahah! Noire, oh man you’re a real joker. Hoo hee, hahaha, so funny.” Bryn’s eyes narrowed at Noire, causing Noire to let out an audible gulp. “Gareth, this is Noire, professional dirt bag and my co-pilot for today’s Basilica test. Since YOU decided I wouldn’t be taking the test today, she’s coming with us to the Omega. It’s only fair right?” Bryn turned to Noire before pinching her by the ear.

“Uwaaaaaaaah B-bryn… why???”

Bryn’s grip tightened. “Fix the door, or my ass is grounded for the rest of forever.” Noire sulked for a moment before moving to fix the door.

Gareth raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “I take it she’s your friend?”
 
Hearing the word friend, Bryn twitches for a moment before letting out a painfully awkward laugh “Haha, friend’s a bit of a strong word Gareth, more like… partners in crime.”


“Should I send you to the authorities as well, then?”

“Well instead of the authorities, I think it would be a grand idea if we started on today’s errands dontcha think?” Bryn turns to a Noire who’s still in tears about her ear. “And you, buddy ol’ pal, I’ve got something planned for you today. You do this for me Noire, and we’ll call it even mmkay?”

Noire turns to Bryn nodding her head while nursing her injured ear.

“Indeed. And we can start by sending your ‘partner’ back to the Academy.” Gareth eyed the teary Noire.

“Sorry, not today boss man. I need Noire for a little something today, it’s not going to get in the way of your work, trust me.” Bryn let out a bit of a nervous laugh before turning back to Gareth. “And while I feel like the two of you got off on the wrong foot, Noire has her uses in the Omega.”

“Which is exactly why you should send her back. We won’t be going into the Omega today.”
“Eh?” Bryn let out a puzzled yelp. “Wait, what’s going on then?”

“I have some business to conduct in the city. You’ll be helping me with some errands as I meet with some important people. This’ll be a good learning opportunity for you, Byrn. I already have your excuse note from the Academy. They approved it just this morning.”

If Bryn had a jaw that could hit the floor, it probably would have at that moment. “Wait you mean, you’re actually going to take me to Origin city?” The excitement in lit a fire in Bryn’s eyes.

It was then she noticed that a certain someone was attached to her arm and… smelling it? “Ah! What the hell are you doing Noire!?”

The puzzled Bryn looked shocked as Noire continued to sniff her arm. “Hey, did you k-know your arm smells like cherries?” Bryn vigorously shook Noire off her arm before turning to the small suspicious looking girl. “That’s besides the point, listen Noire, I’ll meet up with you later, sorry about dragging you into this but you’ve gotta stop trying to scam people, I need your help next time we go into the Omega. Be at the usual place, I’ll be there tonight.”

Noire nodded her head as she turned to her backpack tugging on a small string attached to the side. Smoke envelops the area causing Gareth and Bryn to cough for a moment. Gareth recovered and peering through the smoke catches a glimpse of Noire attempting to run down the street.

“Does she always do that?” Gareth asked, waving away puffs of smoke across his face.

“She’s got a good heart.” Responded Bryn, holding back the tears of what could be either joy or utter disappointment.

Gareth raised his wristwatch and noted the time. “Either way, we best get a move on or I’ll be late for my appointments. Pack your things Byrn, and go check on the Golem while you’re at it.”

“You betcha. I fixed up Moda’s head and he’s back on his body. I’ll meet you in the garage.” It was clear that Bryn couldn’t contain her excitement, as she was moving faster than she normally would given the circumstances of what had just happened.

As Gareth watched Byrn take off through the house, Gareth could only stare outside to the bustling city. Just out on the horizon was the towering behemoth that reached out to the high, shining sun: Origin City.

“That’s where it all started, isn’t it?” he thought to himself. He then walked back inside to tend to other matters. “I’ll need to call someone up about that door…” And just as he turned to close the new door to the house, the faint sound of suspicious footsteps could be heard just outside.

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Back with a vengeance!

Having taken quite a long stint of a break from actual writing and needing to blow off some steam from the arduous amount of work I get, I've decided in all my wisdom to restart the quite popular Writer's Marathon Workshop and get things busy around here!  :D So to all who've come and visit...

Welcome to the Writer's Marathon Collaborative Novella Workshop!
What idiot comes up with such long names...  :glare:

The title of the workshop says it all. The idea is to write a novella ranging between 10,000 to 40,000 words in 10 weeks (~20-80 pages single-spaced). With a catch... these novellas will be "Co-written." That is, with more than one author. That's right! You and another person will become unwitting allies in the battle to create the grandest novella by the end of this workshop!

The format will generally follow the same rules as "Workshop 1.0" as I'll hereby refer it to. Every team keeps a portfolio that links the story to the workshop, titled appropriately and containing the necessary details, and updates that portfolio accordingly as the weeks go on. Every Friday we will hold a community vote that will be concluded by Monday to show who's the most popular novella thus far, all the way until the final vote on March 16th.

This time around, the rules will be much more lax, in part because this is a collaborative and in part because it happens to be in the middle of the school year for some of us. No mandatory reviews and no strict portfolio layout. One, because it's expected you and your partner will help self-correct one another, and Two, to encourage you to advertise your respective story via your portfolio. Think of the portfolio as your "movie poster." If it stands out, more people would want to check it out  ;) A bland one definitely won't, so be sure to convince us  :D The only things that are required of the portfolio is the Title of the Work, Usernames of the Authors, and a link to your story.
I highly suggest you place your story under the Develop Your Story thread under the Manga Writers section. As per the Mods' Request, we are required to label the story subject with the tag [Marathon Workshop] (I should start using that tag as the default for these projects...  :-\ )

THE WORKSHOP IS CLOSED

Current Participant List
devola
eukocar
Fortis Scriptor
GreenTrap
Operative13
The SlamJam
Wolf TheLegend





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Develop Your Story / Chelderan Chronicles: Worldbuilding
« on: December 06, 2017, 06:18:28 AM »
After some while of not getting into the swing of writing my on-the-back-burner stories, I decided the best course of action for me to get back into writing again would be to focus on worldbuilding, which I have neglected to do so for quite some time  8) For the vast majority of time, these notes have been nothing but pointers to which I would use to create the stories around them. But now, I am putting them here in full-fledged detail for all those lore-loving fanatics   :D Take care... they can be quite long  :ninja:

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Develop Your Story / Chelderan Chronicles: Sky's Edge
« on: August 30, 2017, 07:43:27 AM »
Part 1
“Give me my orders, and I’ll see it done.”

That’s what it was supposed to be. That’s what it was only meant to be. I never intended for things to get out of hand so quickly. If only I knew beforehand what I had got myself into...

They never said anything about what we were dealing with. Not a word. Anything they did say, they were careful to pick their words. But that’s how things worked between the Guild and our Legion. We were a mercenary army first and foremost. A Guild asset second. We operated under a strict code of conduct. We followed rules, guidelines, procedures. Everything that had to do with the Rules of War, we followed to the letter. Anything else was merely a tack to the endless requisites we were obligated to. So it appeared nothing special when the Guild had set us up with another assignment. Guard duty on a remote island for who-knows-how-long. It was certainly an easier task than any other contract we had taken before: Fighting wars and quelling unrest on behalf of regimes across the world was our typical duty. If not fighting, then training and supervising. And if it wasn’t that either, then guard duty usually came after. Rarely do people like us get hired as guards. Our specialty as combat soldiers goes to waste sitting around and looking after mundane items or people. That’s not to say it doesn’t happen, but when it does, there’s usually a very good reason for it.

Still, it was not my place to question the nature of the assignment. Only that we fulfilled the objectives laid out to the best of our abilities and nothing more. At the time, I couldn’t be anymore exalted at finding some peace and quiet after the long years I’ve spent serving under the Legion. I’ve traveled quite a bit during my time: the islands of Saint Else, the deserts of Eretus, the bustling cities of Dao... I’ve been to almost every corner of the Old World in my journey. But never to the New World.

I never understood why they sent me and my men to that forsaken island. They simply said they needed bodies to protect a valuable asset, and that was the end of the story. If they had told me what we were dealing with... the things we’d do... the things we’d have seen, I would have said no right then and there. I would have quit my job and retire from the world, never to see the Guild and their business again. But by the time I did, it was already too late.

It was a calm morning the day we arrived at the island. A cool breeze swept across the ship with a clear sunrise across the empty horizon. For almost the entire journey, it was nothing but rough seas and stormy clouds. Miserable and sleepless those nights were, especially for some of the unfortunate lads suffering from seasickness who could only string themselves up in their hammocks, counting the days and hours down. Frustrating it was for me to simply wait there alongside them, watching over their stiff bodies and feverish faces knowing I could do nothing for them but wait out the storm. Some of these men have been with me since the beginning. We’ve been through many hard-fought campaigns together. The wounds we bore and the losses we suffered then were a testament to the deep bond our company held, and as their superior officer, they looked to me for guidance. They’d run through hell and back knowing I’d do the same for them. So it came as no surprise that as soon as the helmsman shouted for land, everyone came dashing up the deck to lay eyes on their new home-away-from-home. A hundred-some men stacked the port side of the ship, even dragging the poor, sick buggers out from bed to squeeze a glance. Anymore and I swear the ship would have tilted right there and we’d have to swim the rest of the way! Everyone cheered and broke into celebration, knowing the long, perilous journey across the ocean had finally ended. This was only the start of our journey, however, and the beginning of our misfortunes.

From the onset, nothing spectacular stood out from the island: a simple mountain covered in trees jutting out from the surrounding waters. The only thing of note was the rather cold air in what was assumedly a tropical zone. From the ship’s bow, I watched as we approached this seemingly mundane island; cutting through the waves; blasting through the wind; the dry, salty air whisking through my face. Our new home, I thought. Our new life.

“Major Harrowind,” a soft voice called out from behind.

I glanced over to see my Captain, James Freiger, standing with his hands behind his back.

“We’ll be docking in half an hour, Sir,” he said.

I nodded in acknowledgement before turning my gaze back to the sea ahead. His heavy boots thumped its way to my side before James grabbed hold of the railings and gazed out too.

It was then that a burning thought I had held in the back of my mind crept out and emerged from its hiding. Now would be a good time to ask.

“Why do you think the Guild would have us sail halfway across the world for a place like this?”

James glanced back, an eyebrow raised.

“A hundred men,” I continued. “Stuck here in the middle of nowhere. They could have easily sent a hundred of their private guards instead and it wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Perhaps they have something in mind for men like us,” James replied. “Something none of their usual grunts can’t handle.” He turned and gazed back at the island. “Whatever it is, we’ll soon find out.”

“I’d be happy to speculate about that theory of yours,” I joked. He scoffed and shook his head at the sly grin I had.

Our smiling faces soon dropped the moment we spotted the two patrol boats heading our way.

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Suggestions And Feedback / More Flexible Poll Editing
« on: August 27, 2017, 06:28:21 AM »
I've come to notice over the course of these past few weeks that the forum has a rather strange system for poll editing. For example, I can only change a poll from single vote to multiple vote only if I opened the poll initially at the start of a thread, and the same goes for changing one's vote as well. They all only apply at the initial poll creation. But not the vote reset option, which is a bit of a conundrum...  :-\

If it's possible to have the system changed so that the OP can freely edit the polls to whatever style they like, that'd be of great service  :thumbsup:

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Manga Writer workshop / Writers Novel Workshop 2.0
« on: August 25, 2017, 06:30:07 PM »
WRITERS NOVEL WORKSHOP 2.0

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySojyJNeZbY&amp;loop=1&amp;hd=1&amp;playlist=ySojyJNeZbY" target="_blank" class="new_win">http://www.youtube.com/v/ySojyJNeZbY&amp;loop=1&amp;hd=1&amp;playlist=ySojyJNeZbY</a>

With the end of a chapter, a new one arises. Welcome to the Writers Novel Workshop 2.0, a new iteration of the previous Writers Novel Marathon Workshop! A newborn Phoenix, arising from the ashes of its old self, the Writers Novel Workshop will continue where its predecessor has left off, a greater force than before!

Unlike the previous workshop, there will be a much greater emphasis on free-form and self-improvement. What you choose to contribute to this workshop is what you choose to improve and dedicate to yourself. You yourself hold the power to give life to the story you wish, and the will to make that story flourish. The question is...

Will You?

The setup will follow a much looser format: anyone is free to join and leave at anytime, and it is up to the participants themselves to update and review stories. Every Sunday, a Community Vote will be held every week for those who wishes to post their stories. However, to prevent people from spontaneously posting stories and abruptly leaving, you are required to review At Least One story before you will be included in the vote. The Workshop Directors will oversee that you are following these rules accordingly.

When reviewing, we will still be using the same format from the original workshop, as provided below:


To re-iterate the points...

1. Give good feedback.
Take notes on what you liked and didn't like. Don't just write down a list, explain why you liked or disliked such-and-such. "I like this character. They work hard to... and I really like to see where they go from there." "I didn't like this character. He seems petty and self-centered." That is good feedback.

2. Be specific
It goes without saying, if you don't say what's good or bad about something, the author won't know what needs to be done. Try to work details in your review.

3. Be descriptive, not proscriptive!
Everything having been said, remember you are giving feedback. You are not telling them how to write their stories. You should not be saying "You should be doing this!" "This is how you... etc." It is the author's own job to see if the reaction you give is the reaction they want out of their writing. Saying "I was bored in this part" is actually more useful than telling them "You should make this more exciting." Sometimes the author wants you to be bored there!  :D Telling them how something should be written destroys the message the author is attempting to convey, and instead panders to what you would write in their place. Try to understand what the author is getting at, and see whether the writing is doing the job it's supposed to. :ninja: Just no dictating.

4. Ignore the small stuff
If the first thing in your review is something along the lines of "You misspelled 'such-and-such'" or "You use 'such-and-such' too much," that's not very helpful. You should be leading with the big things. Plot, characters, setting. Talk about those in details, and perhaps at the end of the review you can mention it, but always lead with the big things first. Only talk about prose if it becomes a big issue, as in it's so atrocious you have a hard time understanding what in the world the author's saying. I assume we all know how to speak decent English, so hopefully that won't be too much of an issue  :sure: Remember, most of the writing in the Workshop will be ROUGH. That's fine. It'll be revised and edited down the line, so focus on the more pressing issues at hand.

As for keeping track of your own stories, I suggest drafting a portfolio for yourself. Again, that too will be dragged from the old workshop.

Operative13 Portfolio
Story: The Coming Storm
Genre: Steampunk Historical Military Fantasy

Synopsis: Seven years ago, a terrible war was waged in the Geioic Seas that left the once-prosperous island nation of Mariana in ruins. Although they left the war as victors against their Elsian invaders, the scars of battle has yet to heal the people's hearts and minds. Now, invigorated by a charismatic and staunch leader, Mariana has turned from a quiet, isolated republic, into an authoritarian military-state. With war brewing in the air once again, it seems the peaceful life that Allen Touler knew will come crashing down on him once more.


Generally follow the format above when posting your portfolio in the workshop and if you do it right, you'll see yourself in the OP with a link to your portfolio and your story included in the weekly Community Vote on Sunday. If not, do PM me or one of the Directors about the issue. You can review either the example story above or one of the other members' stories.

Remember, this is open format. The workshop only lives so long as its members contribute regularly to it. I will not be around to keep things going on my own, so it is up to you, the MangaRaiders Community, to breathe life into it. Special Events will be planned and announced accordingly by my Directors.

Well? What are you waiting for? Sign up today, and let your story shine to the world!  :D

Overseer
Operative13

Directors

GreenBeverage - Communications Director
Krurisuchristina - General Director
shishi02 - Information Director



Brandon Sanderson 2012
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 1
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 4
Sympathetic Characters Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THUaAYjWI-0
Sympathetic Characters Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oByceU_ngkg
Show Us the Character (Don't Tell Us): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3eAl5fZGZs
Giving Characters a Life Beyond the Plot: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=athC7ythDeo
Character Creation Examples Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGzsQEkEPpU
Character Creation Examples Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBVO0D0qg7Y
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 5
Guest Lecture by Eric James Stone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEQ-Iijn66A
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 6
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 8
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 9
Misc Questions: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SmCSBB0zp8
Thinking of Setting as a Character: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlYt3zdw4Xg
World Building Geography Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_cQfhgA89I
World Building Geography Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuwtM9fKhsg
Creating Interesting Nations & Towns: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4PLMVB59-I
Sanderson's First Law of Magic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwb7b9Ks0VE
Sanderson's Second Law of Magic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reRABTRURfc
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 10
Misc Questions: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bkFLaTxs90
Dialogue Mechanics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWdE1J2U7A8
Replacing Adjectives and Passive Voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9pWibqwP-o
Orwellian Prose: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh5_2jqlRFQ
Intro to Modern Self Publishing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JL7XDrTyrgg
Mechanics of Self Publishing Online: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhAqOzz7wc8
Business Models For Self Publishing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljj3ZQanFmw
Some Final Thoughts on Self Publishing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU4-pBQt86g
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 11
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 12
Brandon Sanderson Lecture 13


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