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Jay W. Friks posted:Hello all. I'll be subbing for Twist for THUNDERTOME for the next few weeks. With that in mind, if anybody still wants to speak about BURNING CHROME, the previous book to discuss, do so, perhaps when it comes time to discuss the book I have chosen for digestion from now till JAN, 6th, 2017: BARDO99 by Cecile Pineda. yes I will do this
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# ¿ Dec 17, 2016 04:58 |
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# ¿ May 21, 2024 05:10 |
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One-Sided Conversation 800 words I steal the compact mirror--silver, studded with rhinestones--even though I know I shouldn’t. But it bears the light of the cipher, so I have to. If I wait until I have enough money to pay for it properly, it’ll be gone. Folks can’t usually see the light, because it’s a funny sort of light, like a golden lance of pure, melodic meaning straight to the back of the eye sockets. But they feel it, and they snatch it up without knowing why. My hands shake all the way home, though the senile thrift store own most certainly hasn’t noticed the absence of one tiny little mirror. I walk quickly through the house’s moldering outer carapace. The bedroom is alive with a light that is more sound and weight than luminescence. I’ve got hundreds of fragments now. Jewelry, padlocks, walking sticks, old books, bits of stonework from a nearby cathedral, and all manner of objets d’art. They are arrayed around the otherwise empty room, patterned like a rock garden. I kneel down and add the small mirror to a scintillating region of the cipher dedicated to things with function and shimmer. Its neighbors are a bottle opener shaped like a turtle with an agate-encrusted shell and a belt buckle coated in sequins. The compact mirror germinates almost immediately. I feel its roots extend outward, find purchase in the soil behind the world. The pieces are getting easier to find. They pass through thrift stores and garbage dumps and into my hands, as though I’m a part of the gravity of the cipher, which means taking them isn’t a crime. And anyway, who would charge a linguist for pursuing their study? I swallow hard against vestigial anxiety, curl up on the floor, and let the play of preternatural light against my ears and eyelids lull me to sleep. Over the course of the week, I find an amulet, a bracelet, a rusted wrench, a snowglobe, and a letter opener that all glow with urgent need. I smuggle them home. They’re coming faster and faster, now. I choose to interpret this as eagerness on the cipher’s part. It wants to speak to me, but I haven’t given it quite enough words. I go out after dark to get beer and frozen pizza from the corner store. I pass by a man, and try to pretend the resonant glint around his neck is simply the play of light from a streetlamp, but the quickening in my chest tells me otherwise. He’s wearing part of the cipher. I step into his path, run a hand through my long hair. “Excuse me,” I said, “I really like your necklace.” He stops and regards me, his face drawn and his posture wary. “I’m kinda in a hurry,” he says, and adds, “I’m sorry.” He fishes around in his pocket, pulls out a couple crumpled bills, and thrusts them out at me like a bribe. I swat his hand aside. “I’m not a bum. I just want to see your necklace.” He looks up and down the sidewalk as though scanning for reinforcements. We’re alone. “Sorry, you just looked like. I mean. Your clothes. Sometimes people dress like that when they’re in trouble," he says. “I just really like your necklace, man, I’m not trying to ask you to fund my life, or whatever,” I say, trying to keep the hysteria out of my voice. The limpid gold light from his necklace, the tiny gravity of it, overwhelms my senses. This is a potent word in the cipher's lexicon, I'm sure of it. “This is my necklace,” he says, like he’s talking to a child. “I don’t have to show it to anyone unless I want to.” “Please,” I groan. My hand extends of its own volition, my fingers clutching at the light as though reaching for a distant star. The man turns and runs. I follow. He’s not hard to catch. I am light as bird bones, while his body is thick and cumbersome. I catch him and leap onto his back, exhaling frustration in a wordless shriek. He goes down and I am on him, my knees digging into his back, my hands clawing at the clasp on the back of his neck. When I pull away, my fingernails are red with blood, but the cipher fragment is mine. We’re almost there, I tell myself as I lay the necklace down to germinate, to plunge its roots into the stuff behind the world. This wasn’t the capstone I’d hoped it would be, but I must be close. Maybe it’ll be the next thing, or the thing after that. The cipher wants to speak to me, I just haven’t given it enough words yet.
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# ¿ Dec 19, 2016 04:07 |
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oh and for archival purposes, my flashrule was s far as the eye can see, nothing but replicas,” he says, crawling around on his terrace and speaking in strange insect chirps. “I don’t have to skulk around like a nameless rear end in a top hat growing replicas in my cesspool and sneaking them out disguised as plumbers and delivery men…. My replicas don’t have their dazzling beauty marred by plastic surgery and barbarous dye and bleach processes. They stand forth naked in the sun for all to see, in their incandescent loveliness of body, face and soul. I have made them in my image and enjoined them to increase and multiply geometric for they shall inherit the earth.
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# ¿ Dec 19, 2016 04:15 |
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You are all the worst sh v mojo brawl #27345 The Beckoning 1380 Archive link! Sitting Here fucked around with this message at 17:07 on Jan 9, 2017 |
# ¿ Dec 21, 2016 01:25 |
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ty for the crits kai
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# ¿ Dec 21, 2016 04:38 |
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Guys, I'm drafting up the 2017 thread and I think I might have to split it up into two posts because there are so many rules I have to expand on or add Which you will all summarily ignore loving thunderdome
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# ¿ Dec 21, 2016 19:57 |
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Like, yes, don't respond to critiques, but also maybe everyone doesn't need to spend days and days responding to the critique response. Both are things that clutter up the thread. I would love to see more workshopping in the fiction farm! Maybe someone could create a new thread for 2017? Something that encourages people to discuss TD stories as well as other writing??? idk, the sky's the limit but please everyone stop trying to have the last word about crit responses and do something productive you pedantic poo poo brigadiers
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# ¿ Dec 21, 2016 20:10 |
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Kaishai posted:Kaishai's Critmas Addendum What th Why you!!! It's on after the holiday
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# ¿ Dec 23, 2016 08:47 |
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Djeser posted:I've never seen anything as pumped up as your prose, and I've been to Muscle Beach in Santa Monica. If you want to get flowery, start a garden. This is Thunderdome bithc. Boaz-Jachim posted:Someone, please judge this so Djeser doesn't get his feelings hurt. Boaz-Djechim Brawl Prompt: A relatable misanthrope Word count: I don't really care but try not to exceed 2K words, that's probably too many anyhow Due date: Friday, Dec 30th by 11:59:59 PST toxx up, laddies
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# ¿ Dec 23, 2016 21:54 |
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tpmorp
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# ¿ Dec 26, 2016 20:29 |
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hey chili i heard you were cruisin for an extra bruisin, therefor i am giving you a second picture have fun
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# ¿ Dec 28, 2016 19:22 |
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crit for katdicks Okay so I am going to nitpick your opening paragraph, then give more general comments. quote:My wife gave me a warm embrace, kissed me softly on the cheek, and stepped back from me. Her jaw clenched as she picked up the scuffed white helmet, the mark of my trade, with her delicate hands. Her brows furrowed and she stared up at me with dark, doe eyes.
Okay, nitpicking over. Now for my general thoughts on the whole story. While I like the emotions that exist between the husband and wife, the dialog was sparse and stiff. The story really picked up momentum as it went on, and by the time the narrator is trying to rescue the baby, I can feel his desperation. I'm not a huge fan of the part where he imagines his wife's smile and finds the strength to go on, but I never enjoy that sort of thing in fiction. Maybe other readers would find it hugely sweet and sentimental, I don't know. It's weird because like...the language in this story is full of feeling and emotion, but the actual characters themselves feel like cardboard plot vehicles. The dutiful husband is dutiful, the worried but supportive wife is worried but supportive. This is more of a moment than a story, so I'm not looking for some nuanced character arc. However, I wish more of the words had been used to make it a story about distinct people with unique traits that dictate how they respond to their situation. We're all familiar with the image of the emergency responder who runs toward danger when everyone else is running away, and that is a fine thing to write a story about. Those first responders often have scared loved ones at home, which is another strong plot element. You have those two things, which is cool, but there is nothing super specific to these two characters. Well, except the wife's doe eyes. Which is another thing I'm not a huge fan of in fiction, these endings where a character looks into another character's eyes and goes "wow your eyes are just like [person I care about], this is such a poignant and meaningful moment." But again, I'm cynical as hell, so maybe it works for other people. Just something to think about. On the sentence level, I noticed some wonky bits, but as the story progressed I found myself not noticing as much stilted phrasing and missing commas. It's the kind of stuff that will probably work itself out if you keep reading/writing. Overall, this is a decent first entry to the dome. I think your strength is probably emotive language. This piece had a sincere feeling of love behind it that I enjoyed in spite of my critiques. I think you should work on taking some of that sincerity from the narrative and putting it into your characters' dialog and internal monologue. Best of luck
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# ¿ Dec 29, 2016 00:13 |
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Baleful Osmium Sea posted:In with "start a blog"
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# ¿ Dec 30, 2016 03:27 |
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Reene posted:I am in for my first Thunderdome and I choose to Start Taking Vitamins. Whoops, sorry for missing your post. Have a picture!
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# ¿ Dec 30, 2016 04:12 |
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a new study bible! posted:
Comedy option: (please don't actually write about tampons)
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# ¿ Dec 30, 2016 05:14 |
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I'm working up to a nice feelsy post about how you all are just gosh darn great, but until then, I need suggestions for the 2017 thread title. Currently I have "Thunderdome 2017: Sunday is Garbage Day" from Entenzahn, but I know there are some good suggestions out there and I would like to take them under consideration.
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# ¿ Dec 31, 2016 01:00 |
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Djeser posted:Code Crimson Boaz-Jachim posted:For my brawl against Djeser. These are two incredibly different stories. As I write this post, I'm not entirely sure which I like better. Stay tuned!!! Djeser This spends a bit too much time on the day-to-day drudgery of Michael is fairly likable and sympathetic. He's pretty fully characterized, which is probably why the thinness of the rest of the characters/set pieces was so stark. He deserved a more interesting conflict than a chase/fight scene, though the his one-liner at the end (and subsequent thoughts about it) was cute. I'm a fan of the expanding SatireMart universe. Stories like this make me wish for some hypothetical TV show that is a mix between, IDK, Superstore and Once Upon a Time. The prose is jovial and generally smooth, so no real complaints there. The action, as thin as it was, was at least easy to read and visualize. Boaz-Jachim There isn't anything I really think is truly 'bad' about this piece. It does exactly what it intends to do, I think, so it comes down to whether the reader is into that. Very little happens "on screen" until the end. The reader is left to infer a lot, so the "change" that happens in the story isn't so much a character arc as it is an informational arc. The narrative revolves around the revelation that this formerly subjugated artifice/automaton is now an oracle for the creatures that once enslaved it. I thought it was....pretty good. The language is pretty. Where Djeser went for straightforward language that lent itself to clarity, your piece definitely has a more poetic bent. A different reader might have quibbles with the way you chose to present the story (mainly the formatting, I know some people's eyes glaze over when they see lots of italics), though I personally didn't mind. I want to write more crits but I am at work and deeply entrenched in a sort of banal conversational siege so here it is: I like both stories. They are too different to fairly compare. However, if a reader that wasn't familiar with TD were judging, they would probably find more to like about Boaz-Jachim's story. So grats Boaz, although really if I were a butt I'd say you guys tied because at the end of the day I enjoyed reading both of these pieces.
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# ¿ Dec 31, 2016 23:35 |
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ok i've narrowed down the suggestions to these ones, but i need some help deciding still so what do you think goons???? Tyrannosaurus posted:Thunderdome 2017: Everyone dies. No one writes well. sebmojo posted:Thunderdome 2017: Five Million Words (some good) Kaishai posted:
anime was right posted:thunderdome 2017: i cant read, and yet i write Djeser posted:
curlingiron posted:Thunderdome 2017teen: I shudder to behold it flerp posted:thunderdome2017: we write bad words, so can you! Krunge posted:Thunderdome 2017: How I Learned to Start Writing and Love the Crits docbeard posted:Thunderdome 2017: Write A drat Thing
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# ¿ Jan 2, 2017 20:14 |
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# ¿ May 21, 2024 05:10 |
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Djeser posted:Thunderdome 2017: we finally stopped making the same joke about a five-year-old story lol yeah right The new thread is live! Here's to another year of lovely, lovely rear end words. Thunderdome is unironically one of my favorite things about my week, whether I'm reading, judging, or chatting about stories for recaps. I hope we can do this together for a long time, because the community in this weirdass little corner of the internet is unlike anything else I've been a part of. All of you mean the world to me. Your stories, even the lovely ones, inspire me to keep pursuing the craft of writing. So thanks. You're all the best (but also the worst). I will leave the thread open for a couple of days so latecomers can edit their stories out. Please direct all of your bad posts to the new thread! I love you, TD.
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