stairway wit
- for sale:
for sale: { baby shoes, never worn }
for salexxxx:a very specific one x one search
for salexxxxxxxx:by yours truly
for sale: { baby shoes, never worn }
for salexxxx:a very specific one x one search
for salexxxxxxxx:by yours truly
stairway wit
- Hi.
- { ABOUT ME } - - - »
Good morning or evening or afternoon, you perusers of the Bartoon OOC. I'm stairway wit,
and for once I (kind of) know what I want. I'm currently in the market for only one roleplayer,
and for one one x one, concerning an idea I've been contemplating for a while now but do
not have a fellow writer to collaborate with. But we'll get to that later. I promise I'm nice and
smart and flexible, and I like to bake and sleep and I miss my piano. I have an infatuation with
the beautiful but impractical, the sentimental but useless, and my bedroom window is always open.
I'm terrified of my future and I'm in love with Nabokov and I hate grammar nazis. I'm a gender
and age and sexuality, but what the ******** does that matter initially? My favorite Law & Order is
SVU, and I'm sure that says something terrible about my psyche. My most frequently played
online game is Dolphin Olympics 2, and i've finely honed my technique, but then I figured that
there are probably more constructive uses of my time, like fine-tuning my storytelling abilities,
and thus I am here.
{ ABOUT YOU } - - - »
- You're any gender and any age. You're interested in writing something real and honest. You're
capable of crafting a character that breathes. You aren't afraid to write from the perspective
of a person who may not share the same sex organs or sexuality or upbringing as you. You
understand that a writer does not need fifteen-hundred-word posts to write beautifully. You
understand that beautiful graphics do not indicate beautiful writing. You aren't afraid of the word
******** and you aren't interested in tasteless smut. You do not write for the sake of fulfilling your
wildest fantasies. You know the difference between "your" and "you're," and maybe sometimes
you break the rules on purpose. You know that Rome wasn't built in a day and sometimes posts
aren't either. But above all else you possess a love for a good story and a desire to take part in
creating one.
stairway wit
- The Idea.
First off, let me preface this little quest of mine with an expression of my gratitude for the great Mr.
Hemingway. Ernest, darling, I thank you kindly for being such a literary genius, and please forgive
me for all of those terrible things I said about you in eighth grade. I lied when I said The Old Man
and the Sea was an awful book! I mean, what did my little fourteen-year-old self know about good
literature? (But then again, what the ******** do I know about good literature now?) Ernest Hemingway,
I adore thee now, and that's all that matters as I write this, right? Anywho, the inspiration for this
idea of mine comes from a combination of Cloud Cult songs and the absolutely wonderful Ernest.
Hemingway once bet ten dollars that he could write a complete story in six words; the victorious
result was "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." And although I'm not particularly interested in writing
six word posts (though poetic style would be wonderful!), the images conveyed by Hemingway's
flash fiction have nonetheless inspired me.
I want to write about a couple torn apart by the death of a child. I realize it's not the happiest or
most popular situation to write about, but I thought I'd try it nonetheless. You know, once upon a
time, a boy met a girl and he liked the way she smiled and she liked the way he called her baby,
and even though they were so terribly ill-suited for each other, and even though most of the time
they bickered and spat and wanted nothing more to do with one another, there were moments
when what they had was perfect. A certain love-hate relationship that's destined to be, but
obliterated by the death of a child. I don't know, it could be the result of an abortion, or
complications during the pregnancy, or perhaps they had the baby for a while, but something
awful happened, like SIDS for example, or some sort of terrible accident.
And after the child's death everything went silent. There was no arguing, no swearing, no hating
one another, but there also was no hugging or kissing or smiling or loving. The woman laid in
bed all day, perhaps, or maybe the man refused to acknowledge the problem - without even a
day off, he was back at work, trying to ignore the awful thing that had risen between the two of
them. Whatever the case, they no longer could bear to look at one another, and they gave up,
maybe after a month, or a week, or maybe the next day.
And then I imagine the roleplay would take place when this man and woman find themselves
staring at each other once again. For whatever reason, despite all of this work they've done to
get over the torrential relationship they once had, the man and woman accidentally bump into
one another. Maybe it's the result of scheming on another person's part, or maybe it's pure
serendipity - I don't know, I'm really up for collaboration. I just thought the dynamic would be an
interesting one to explore, and I really hope I'm not the only one - if you are, please please
please PM me! I do think I'll be picky about this, because I don't want just anyone to take part in
the story, so expect me to explore your posting history, and don't be offended please if I don't
choose you. I want something great.
stairway wit
- Open!
- Perhaps I should have fancied this up a bit more.
Oh well.
stairway wit
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