#sundaylit — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #sundaylit, aggregated by home.social.
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It's always BEER POUR o'clock somewhere in the world. The diplomatic deal between the U.S. and Japan to bring a couple of billion-dollar Japanese beers to the U.S. for bottling and distribution is the catalyst for an advertising juggernaut pitting two of the world's top commercial directors against each other to see who can produce the best beer-pour commercial for global marketing. What ensues, no one could have anticipated. DRAMA. DECEPTION. DIPLOMACY. #sundaylit #mastodon #sunday #book #books #bookstodon #scribesAndMakers #writing #writersCoffeeClub #writer #video #clock #media #advertising #film #politics #satire #politicalhumor #political #novels #novel #suspense #humor #funny #drama #diplomacy
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It's always BEER POUR o'clock somewhere in the world. The diplomatic deal between the U.S. and Japan to bring a couple of billion-dollar Japanese beers to the U.S. for bottling and distribution is the catalyst for an advertising juggernaut pitting two of the world's top commercial directors against each other to see who can produce the best beer-pour commercial for global marketing. What ensues, no one could have anticipated. DRAMA. DECEPTION. DIPLOMACY. #sundaylit #mastodon #sunday #book #books #bookstodon #scribesAndMakers #writing #writersCoffeeClub #writer #video #clock #media #advertising #film #politics #satire #politicalhumor #political #novels #novel #suspense #humor #funny #drama #diplomacy
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It's always BEER POUR o'clock somewhere in the world. The diplomatic deal between the U.S. and Japan to bring a couple of billion-dollar Japanese beers to the U.S. for bottling and distribution is the catalyst for an advertising juggernaut pitting two of the world's top commercial directors against each other to see who can produce the best beer-pour commercial for global marketing. What ensues, no one could have anticipated. DRAMA. DECEPTION. DIPLOMACY. #sundaylit #mastodon #sunday #book #books #bookstodon #scribesAndMakers #writing #writersCoffeeClub #writer #video #clock #media #advertising #film #politics #satire #politicalhumor #political #novels #novel #suspense #humor #funny #drama #diplomacy
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It's always BEER POUR o'clock somewhere in the world. The diplomatic deal between the U.S. and Japan to bring a couple of billion-dollar Japanese beers to the U.S. for bottling and distribution is the catalyst for an advertising juggernaut pitting two of the world's top commercial directors against each other to see who can produce the best beer-pour commercial for global marketing. What ensues, no one could have anticipated. DRAMA. DECEPTION. DIPLOMACY. #sundaylit #mastodon #sunday #book #books #bookstodon #scribesAndMakers #writing #writersCoffeeClub #writer #video #clock #media #advertising #film #politics #satire #politicalhumor #political #novels #novel #suspense #humor #funny #drama #diplomacy
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It's always BEER POUR o'clock somewhere in the world. The diplomatic deal between the U.S. and Japan to bring a couple of billion-dollar Japanese beers to the U.S. for bottling and distribution is the catalyst for an advertising juggernaut pitting two of the world's top commercial directors against each other to see who can produce the best beer-pour commercial for global marketing. What ensues, no one could have anticipated. DRAMA. DECEPTION. DIPLOMACY. #sundaylit #mastodon #sunday #book #books #bookstodon #scribesAndMakers #writing #writersCoffeeClub #writer #video #clock #media #advertising #film #politics #satire #politicalhumor #political #novels #novel #suspense #humor #funny #drama #diplomacy
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
Snip "Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost," #WIP #RoughDraft
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling out to the pyramids. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialization.”
End Snip
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
Snip "Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost," #WIP #RoughDraft
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling out to the pyramids. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialization.”
End Snip
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
Snip "Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost," #WIP #RoughDraft
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling out to the pyramids. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialization.”
End Snip
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
My trail meandered through forest and fields and forded streams. I followed skeptically. In late afternoon, it led into a treat—strawberries. I gorged myself, sure they were the tastiest ever, then threw more in my pack, staining everything pink. There was no concern about food that time of year. I had more of an issue with the lack of sanitary products.
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
My trail meandered through forest and fields and forded streams. I followed skeptically. In late afternoon, it led into a treat—strawberries. I gorged myself, sure they were the tastiest ever, then threw more in my pack, staining everything pink. There was no concern about food that time of year. I had more of an issue with the lack of sanitary products.
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
My trail meandered through forest and fields and forded streams. I followed skeptically. In late afternoon, it led into a treat—strawberries. I gorged myself, sure they were the tastiest ever, then threw more in my pack, staining everything pink. There was no concern about food that time of year. I had more of an issue with the lack of sanitary products.
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
My trail meandered through forest and fields and forded streams. I followed skeptically. In late afternoon, it led into a treat—strawberries. I gorged myself, sure they were the tastiest ever, then threw more in my pack, staining everything pink. There was no concern about food that time of year. I had more of an issue with the lack of sanitary products.
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
My trail meandered through forest and fields and forded streams. I followed skeptically. In late afternoon, it led into a treat—strawberries. I gorged myself, sure they were the tastiest ever, then threw more in my pack, staining everything pink. There was no concern about food that time of year. I had more of an issue with the lack of sanitary products.
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#SundayLit Q1. Do you write and/or read short stories?
Q2. What are the benefits and drawbacks of writing short stories?I write lots of short stories, most of them flash length. The advantage is that I can turn them out fast and run with a single item. This disadvantage is primarily you need to stay focused, and the idea can't require a buildup.
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#SundayLit Q1. Do you write and/or read short stories?
Q2. What are the benefits and drawbacks of writing short stories?I write lots of short stories, most of them flash length. The advantage is that I can turn them out fast and run with a single item. This disadvantage is primarily you need to stay focused, and the idea can't require a buildup.
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#SundayLit Q1. Do you write and/or read short stories?
Q2. What are the benefits and drawbacks of writing short stories?I write lots of short stories, most of them flash length. The advantage is that I can turn them out fast and run with a single item. This disadvantage is primarily you need to stay focused, and the idea can't require a buildup.
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#SundayLit Q1. Do you write and/or read short stories?
Q2. What are the benefits and drawbacks of writing short stories?I write lots of short stories, most of them flash length. The advantage is that I can turn them out fast and run with a single item. This disadvantage is primarily you need to stay focused, and the idea can't require a buildup.
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“Winter Night”
On a winter night, dark and dreary.
A computer’s glow on my face, weary.
I labored words to outpour.Said the Raven, "Nara Moore."
#SmallPoem #Pastiche #EdgarAllenPoe #Raven #Corvids #NMPoetry
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“Winter Night”
On a winter night, dark and dreary.
A computer’s glow on my face, weary.
I labored words to outpour.Said the Raven, "Nara Moore."
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“Winter Night”
On a winter night, dark and dreary.
A computer’s glow on my face, weary.
I labored words to outpour.Said the Raven, "Nara Moore."
#SmallPoem #Pastiche #EdgarAllenPoe #Raven #Corvids #NMPoetry
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“Winter Night”
On a winter night, dark and dreary.
A computer’s glow on my face, weary.
I labored words to outpour.Said the Raven, "Nara Moore."
#SmallPoem #Pastiche #EdgarAllenPoe #Raven #Corvids #NMPoetry
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Benefits:
1. It's much more economical to explore an idea (or part of an idea) through a short story than through longer forms.
2. You can churn them out if you need to.
Drawbacks:
1. The idea might be too big to properly explore.
2. A lot of people hate reading short stories - even when they're provided gratis.
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Benefits:
1. It's much more economical to explore an idea (or part of an idea) through a short story than through longer forms.
2. You can churn them out if you need to.
Drawbacks:
1. The idea might be too big to properly explore.
2. A lot of people hate reading short stories - even when they're provided gratis.
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Benefits:
1. It's much more economical to explore an idea (or part of an idea) through a short story than through longer forms.
2. You can churn them out if you need to.
Drawbacks:
1. The idea might be too big to properly explore.
2. A lot of people hate reading short stories - even when they're provided gratis.
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Benefits:
1. It's much more economical to explore an idea (or part of an idea) through a short story than through longer forms.
2. You can churn them out if you need to.
Drawbacks:
1. The idea might be too big to properly explore.
2. A lot of people hate reading short stories - even when they're provided gratis.
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Benefits:
1. It's much more economical to explore an idea (or part of an idea) through a short story than through longer forms.
2. You can churn them out if you need to.
Drawbacks:
1. The idea might be too big to properly explore.
2. A lot of people hate reading short stories - even when they're provided gratis.
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@Emmacox I do both, although they're not my preferred format.
I write short stories to scratch itches or to fill out gaps in my world building or character development. Sometimes I write fanfic, but that's usually to scratch the aforementioned itches.
I read them to see how the market is - what's being published - and to gauge trends. It's rare that I find anything especially engaging (anyone seeing my reviews on my blog or bookwyrm will quickly discover how picky I am) , but it has been known to happen. I almost never read fanfic, mostly because it's nearly always a first (only) draft and fucking awful. I've been banned from fanfic channels for mentioning writing is rewriting.
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@Emmacox I do both, although they're not my preferred format.
I write short stories to scratch itches or to fill out gaps in my world building or character development. Sometimes I write fanfic, but that's usually to scratch the aforementioned itches.
I read them to see how the market is - what's being published - and to gauge trends. It's rare that I find anything especially engaging (anyone seeing my reviews on my blog or bookwyrm will quickly discover how picky I am) , but it has been known to happen. I almost never read fanfic, mostly because it's nearly always a first (only) draft and fucking awful. I've been banned from fanfic channels for mentioning writing is rewriting.
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@Emmacox I do both, although they're not my preferred format.
I write short stories to scratch itches or to fill out gaps in my world building or character development. Sometimes I write fanfic, but that's usually to scratch the aforementioned itches.
I read them to see how the market is - what's being published - and to gauge trends. It's rare that I find anything especially engaging (anyone seeing my reviews on my blog or bookwyrm will quickly discover how picky I am) , but it has been known to happen. I almost never read fanfic, mostly because it's nearly always a first (only) draft and fucking awful. I've been banned from fanfic channels for mentioning writing is rewriting.
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@Emmacox I do both, although they're not my preferred format.
I write short stories to scratch itches or to fill out gaps in my world building or character development. Sometimes I write fanfic, but that's usually to scratch the aforementioned itches.
I read them to see how the market is - what's being published - and to gauge trends. It's rare that I find anything especially engaging (anyone seeing my reviews on my blog or bookwyrm will quickly discover how picky I am) , but it has been known to happen. I almost never read fanfic, mostly because it's nearly always a first (only) draft and fucking awful. I've been banned from fanfic channels for mentioning writing is rewriting.
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@Emmacox I do both, although they're not my preferred format.
I write short stories to scratch itches or to fill out gaps in my world building or character development. Sometimes I write fanfic, but that's usually to scratch the aforementioned itches.
I read them to see how the market is - what's being published - and to gauge trends. It's rare that I find anything especially engaging (anyone seeing my reviews on my blog or bookwyrm will quickly discover how picky I am) , but it has been known to happen. I almost never read fanfic, mostly because it's nearly always a first (only) draft and fucking awful. I've been banned from fanfic channels for mentioning writing is rewriting.
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Winter Night:
They huddled around the fire as they ate.
“What can you tell us about witches?” Eric asked, abruptly.
“Not much,” Fal replied. “They’re outlawed by the High Tower Edicts. Their magic taints them, somehow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Warts, croneism, bad-“
“Croneism?” Leira ejaculated.
“Becoming crones,” Fal answered, shrugging. “Hagism, if you prefer.”
“He has such a delicate way with words,” Alfonsa commented.
“But your magic doesn’t taint you?” Leira asked.
“No,” Fal answered.
“What do witches do that you don’t?”
“I’ve heard they have a lot of sex.”
“That’s both sad and hilarious at the same time,” Alfonsa remarked. -
Winter Night:
They huddled around the fire as they ate.
“What can you tell us about witches?” Eric asked, abruptly.
“Not much,” Fal replied. “They’re outlawed by the High Tower Edicts. Their magic taints them, somehow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Warts, croneism, bad-“
“Croneism?” Leira ejaculated.
“Becoming crones,” Fal answered, shrugging. “Hagism, if you prefer.”
“He has such a delicate way with words,” Alfonsa commented.
“But your magic doesn’t taint you?” Leira asked.
“No,” Fal answered.
“What do witches do that you don’t?”
“I’ve heard they have a lot of sex.”
“That’s both sad and hilarious at the same time,” Alfonsa remarked. -
Winter Night:
They huddled around the fire as they ate.
“What can you tell us about witches?” Eric asked, abruptly.
“Not much,” Fal replied. “They’re outlawed by the High Tower Edicts. Their magic taints them, somehow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Warts, croneism, bad-“
“Croneism?” Leira ejaculated.
“Becoming crones,” Fal answered, shrugging. “Hagism, if you prefer.”
“He has such a delicate way with words,” Alfonsa commented.
“But your magic doesn’t taint you?” Leira asked.
“No,” Fal answered.
“What do witches do that you don’t?”
“I’ve heard they have a lot of sex.”
“That’s both sad and hilarious at the same time,” Alfonsa remarked. -
Winter Night:
They huddled around the fire as they ate.
“What can you tell us about witches?” Eric asked, abruptly.
“Not much,” Fal replied. “They’re outlawed by the High Tower Edicts. Their magic taints them, somehow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Warts, croneism, bad-“
“Croneism?” Leira ejaculated.
“Becoming crones,” Fal answered, shrugging. “Hagism, if you prefer.”
“He has such a delicate way with words,” Alfonsa commented.
“But your magic doesn’t taint you?” Leira asked.
“No,” Fal answered.
“What do witches do that you don’t?”
“I’ve heard they have a lot of sex.”
“That’s both sad and hilarious at the same time,” Alfonsa remarked. -
Winter Night:
They huddled around the fire as they ate.
“What can you tell us about witches?” Eric asked, abruptly.
“Not much,” Fal replied. “They’re outlawed by the High Tower Edicts. Their magic taints them, somehow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Warts, croneism, bad-“
“Croneism?” Leira ejaculated.
“Becoming crones,” Fal answered, shrugging. “Hagism, if you prefer.”
“He has such a delicate way with words,” Alfonsa commented.
“But your magic doesn’t taint you?” Leira asked.
“No,” Fal answered.
“What do witches do that you don’t?”
“I’ve heard they have a lot of sex.”
“That’s both sad and hilarious at the same time,” Alfonsa remarked. -
@ElisesWritings I found myself providing deliberately funny answers, which might have been fine had anyone actually read them - but I soon realised that nobody was. Some might click favourite, and a few might even boost, but it was just an automatic reaction. There was no real engagement there.
With #SundayLit, I feel people at least read the work, and answer the questions. You know, having a conversation about writing, which I really like.
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@ElisesWritings I found myself providing deliberately funny answers, which might have been fine had anyone actually read them - but I soon realised that nobody was. Some might click favourite, and a few might even boost, but it was just an automatic reaction. There was no real engagement there.
With #SundayLit, I feel people at least read the work, and answer the questions. You know, having a conversation about writing, which I really like.
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@ElisesWritings I found myself providing deliberately funny answers, which might have been fine had anyone actually read them - but I soon realised that nobody was. Some might click favourite, and a few might even boost, but it was just an automatic reaction. There was no real engagement there.
With #SundayLit, I feel people at least read the work, and answer the questions. You know, having a conversation about writing, which I really like.
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@ElisesWritings I found myself providing deliberately funny answers, which might have been fine had anyone actually read them - but I soon realised that nobody was. Some might click favourite, and a few might even boost, but it was just an automatic reaction. There was no real engagement there.
With #SundayLit, I feel people at least read the work, and answer the questions. You know, having a conversation about writing, which I really like.
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@ElisesWritings I found myself providing deliberately funny answers, which might have been fine had anyone actually read them - but I soon realised that nobody was. Some might click favourite, and a few might even boost, but it was just an automatic reaction. There was no real engagement there.
With #SundayLit, I feel people at least read the work, and answer the questions. You know, having a conversation about writing, which I really like.
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#SundayLit prompt is: Games
{Snip Konbini Idol](https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/11417104)
At night, we wrote and presented poetry. We all took part, but Shishi came alive when performing. On stage, she rived Sarah Bernhardt herself. Once or twice, Kan-chan’s critiques offended her, especially as our internment wore on.
We also played endless rounds of Go. We briefly bet smokes, and Tomo consistently won my daily ration. Shishi played like a wizard when cigarettes were on the line. Otherwise, she couldn’t be bothered. When we smoked on the veranda, she would graciously let me bum one. I happily switched to betting coins after Shizuka gave them to us.
Our Go tournaments became so successful that the servants even spied on them. Then, with enormous delight, they penned satirical poems about my playing and “accidentally” recited them where I’d overhear. Fortunately, they made a greedy move one night.
End Snip
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#SundayLit prompt is: Games
{Snip Konbini Idol](https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/11417104)
At night, we wrote and presented poetry. We all took part, but Shishi came alive when performing. On stage, she rived Sarah Bernhardt herself. Once or twice, Kan-chan’s critiques offended her, especially as our internment wore on.
We also played endless rounds of Go. We briefly bet smokes, and Tomo consistently won my daily ration. Shishi played like a wizard when cigarettes were on the line. Otherwise, she couldn’t be bothered. When we smoked on the veranda, she would graciously let me bum one. I happily switched to betting coins after Shizuka gave them to us.
Our Go tournaments became so successful that the servants even spied on them. Then, with enormous delight, they penned satirical poems about my playing and “accidentally” recited them where I’d overhear. Fortunately, they made a greedy move one night.
End Snip
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#SundayLit prompt is: Games
{Snip Konbini Idol](https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/11417104)
At night, we wrote and presented poetry. We all took part, but Shishi came alive when performing. On stage, she rived Sarah Bernhardt herself. Once or twice, Kan-chan’s critiques offended her, especially as our internment wore on.
We also played endless rounds of Go. We briefly bet smokes, and Tomo consistently won my daily ration. Shishi played like a wizard when cigarettes were on the line. Otherwise, she couldn’t be bothered. When we smoked on the veranda, she would graciously let me bum one. I happily switched to betting coins after Shizuka gave them to us.
Our Go tournaments became so successful that the servants even spied on them. Then, with enormous delight, they penned satirical poems about my playing and “accidentally” recited them where I’d overhear. Fortunately, they made a greedy move one night.
End Snip
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#SundayLit prompt is: Games
{Snip Konbini Idol](https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/11417104)
At night, we wrote and presented poetry. We all took part, but Shishi came alive when performing. On stage, she rived Sarah Bernhardt herself. Once or twice, Kan-chan’s critiques offended her, especially as our internment wore on.
We also played endless rounds of Go. We briefly bet smokes, and Tomo consistently won my daily ration. Shishi played like a wizard when cigarettes were on the line. Otherwise, she couldn’t be bothered. When we smoked on the veranda, she would graciously let me bum one. I happily switched to betting coins after Shizuka gave them to us.
Our Go tournaments became so successful that the servants even spied on them. Then, with enormous delight, they penned satirical poems about my playing and “accidentally” recited them where I’d overhear. Fortunately, they made a greedy move one night.
End Snip
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#SundayLit Q2. Does your world building include games? What purpose do they have in the story?
I research and use games with cultural or historical significance. I don't so much world-build as explore the world as it was.
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#SundayLit Q2. Does your world building include games? What purpose do they have in the story?
I research and use games with cultural or historical significance. I don't so much world-build as explore the world as it was.
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#SundayLit Q2. Does your world building include games? What purpose do they have in the story?
I research and use games with cultural or historical significance. I don't so much world-build as explore the world as it was.
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Q1. Which games do your characters play as a pastime?
Several card games are mentioned, an early form of backgammon, poetry contests, sutra knowledge contests, Go. And matching humorous wit.
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Q1. Which games do your characters play as a pastime?
Several card games are mentioned, an early form of backgammon, poetry contests, sutra knowledge contests, Go. And matching humorous wit.
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Q1. Which games do your characters play as a pastime?
Several card games are mentioned, an early form of backgammon, poetry contests, sutra knowledge contests, Go. And matching humorous wit.
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#SundayLit on the theme of games…
In my book, a character reminisces about the things they love about their home and notes olenball amongst them. This would translate to deer ball, and I’ve sometimes pondered over what such a game might entail.
I imagine quite a bit of running… 🤔 I like creating games, but not really big on sport.
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#SundayLit on the theme of games…
In my book, a character reminisces about the things they love about their home and notes olenball amongst them. This would translate to deer ball, and I’ve sometimes pondered over what such a game might entail.
I imagine quite a bit of running… 🤔 I like creating games, but not really big on sport.
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#SundayLit on the theme of games…
In my book, a character reminisces about the things they love about their home and notes olenball amongst them. This would translate to deer ball, and I’ve sometimes pondered over what such a game might entail.
I imagine quite a bit of running… 🤔 I like creating games, but not really big on sport.
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#SundayLit on the theme of games…
In my book, a character reminisces about the things they love about their home and notes olenball amongst them. This would translate to deer ball, and I’ve sometimes pondered over what such a game might entail.
I imagine quite a bit of running… 🤔 I like creating games, but not really big on sport.
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Games:
She held out her two fists, fingers down. Braia tapped the left one. Sana unfurled her hand to reveal that it was empty.
“Bad start,” Sana said. “I take wood,” replacing the missing pedaille. Rain hadn’t even seen her take it.
Sana moved the pedaille positioned in front of her Minister piece. Braia responded by moving her pedaille immediately before one of her chevaler. Sana responded by moving her Emperor's footman in line with the Minister’s. Braia brought out her dragon.
“Wyvern,” Sana said.
“We call it The Curtain.”
“We?”
“We used to play in the Dragon Tower.”
“But no longer?”
“I like tactical games, but I prefer them to have an element of luck. No battle has ever been won on tactics alone.”
The word spread. The crowd grew. Sana playing an Armen Knight. The Gods themselves couldn’t have wished for a better match. There were applause, cheers and jeers as the game progressed. Most of the audience favouring the local hero, Sana. Lots of money was wagered.
The game was close. Rain didn’t know who was going to win. He tried to guess the possible moves each of the opponents could take, but found that he was wrong on most occasions. In the end it was a mistake that turned the game.
Braia exposed one of her Barons. Sana took it, realising too late that it was a trap. From then on it was a foregone conclusion.
Sana tipped her Emperor on its side, conceding. The crowd erupted into applause.
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Games:
She held out her two fists, fingers down. Braia tapped the left one. Sana unfurled her hand to reveal that it was empty.
“Bad start,” Sana said. “I take wood,” replacing the missing pedaille. Rain hadn’t even seen her take it.
Sana moved the pedaille positioned in front of her Minister piece. Braia responded by moving her pedaille immediately before one of her chevaler. Sana responded by moving her Emperor's footman in line with the Minister’s. Braia brought out her dragon.
“Wyvern,” Sana said.
“We call it The Curtain.”
“We?”
“We used to play in the Dragon Tower.”
“But no longer?”
“I like tactical games, but I prefer them to have an element of luck. No battle has ever been won on tactics alone.”
The word spread. The crowd grew. Sana playing an Armen Knight. The Gods themselves couldn’t have wished for a better match. There were applause, cheers and jeers as the game progressed. Most of the audience favouring the local hero, Sana. Lots of money was wagered.
The game was close. Rain didn’t know who was going to win. He tried to guess the possible moves each of the opponents could take, but found that he was wrong on most occasions. In the end it was a mistake that turned the game.
Braia exposed one of her Barons. Sana took it, realising too late that it was a trap. From then on it was a foregone conclusion.
Sana tipped her Emperor on its side, conceding. The crowd erupted into applause.
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Games:
She held out her two fists, fingers down. Braia tapped the left one. Sana unfurled her hand to reveal that it was empty.
“Bad start,” Sana said. “I take wood,” replacing the missing pedaille. Rain hadn’t even seen her take it.
Sana moved the pedaille positioned in front of her Minister piece. Braia responded by moving her pedaille immediately before one of her chevaler. Sana responded by moving her Emperor's footman in line with the Minister’s. Braia brought out her dragon.
“Wyvern,” Sana said.
“We call it The Curtain.”
“We?”
“We used to play in the Dragon Tower.”
“But no longer?”
“I like tactical games, but I prefer them to have an element of luck. No battle has ever been won on tactics alone.”
The word spread. The crowd grew. Sana playing an Armen Knight. The Gods themselves couldn’t have wished for a better match. There were applause, cheers and jeers as the game progressed. Most of the audience favouring the local hero, Sana. Lots of money was wagered.
The game was close. Rain didn’t know who was going to win. He tried to guess the possible moves each of the opponents could take, but found that he was wrong on most occasions. In the end it was a mistake that turned the game.
Braia exposed one of her Barons. Sana took it, realising too late that it was a trap. From then on it was a foregone conclusion.
Sana tipped her Emperor on its side, conceding. The crowd erupted into applause.
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Games:
She held out her two fists, fingers down. Braia tapped the left one. Sana unfurled her hand to reveal that it was empty.
“Bad start,” Sana said. “I take wood,” replacing the missing pedaille. Rain hadn’t even seen her take it.
Sana moved the pedaille positioned in front of her Minister piece. Braia responded by moving her pedaille immediately before one of her chevaler. Sana responded by moving her Emperor's footman in line with the Minister’s. Braia brought out her dragon.
“Wyvern,” Sana said.
“We call it The Curtain.”
“We?”
“We used to play in the Dragon Tower.”
“But no longer?”
“I like tactical games, but I prefer them to have an element of luck. No battle has ever been won on tactics alone.”
The word spread. The crowd grew. Sana playing an Armen Knight. The Gods themselves couldn’t have wished for a better match. There were applause, cheers and jeers as the game progressed. Most of the audience favouring the local hero, Sana. Lots of money was wagered.
The game was close. Rain didn’t know who was going to win. He tried to guess the possible moves each of the opponents could take, but found that he was wrong on most occasions. In the end it was a mistake that turned the game.
Braia exposed one of her Barons. Sana took it, realising too late that it was a trap. From then on it was a foregone conclusion.
Sana tipped her Emperor on its side, conceding. The crowd erupted into applause.
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Games:
She held out her two fists, fingers down. Braia tapped the left one. Sana unfurled her hand to reveal that it was empty.
“Bad start,” Sana said. “I take wood,” replacing the missing pedaille. Rain hadn’t even seen her take it.
Sana moved the pedaille positioned in front of her Minister piece. Braia responded by moving her pedaille immediately before one of her chevaler. Sana responded by moving her Emperor's footman in line with the Minister’s. Braia brought out her dragon.
“Wyvern,” Sana said.
“We call it The Curtain.”
“We?”
“We used to play in the Dragon Tower.”
“But no longer?”
“I like tactical games, but I prefer them to have an element of luck. No battle has ever been won on tactics alone.”
The word spread. The crowd grew. Sana playing an Armen Knight. The Gods themselves couldn’t have wished for a better match. There were applause, cheers and jeers as the game progressed. Most of the audience favouring the local hero, Sana. Lots of money was wagered.
The game was close. Rain didn’t know who was going to win. He tried to guess the possible moves each of the opponents could take, but found that he was wrong on most occasions. In the end it was a mistake that turned the game.
Braia exposed one of her Barons. Sana took it, realising too late that it was a trap. From then on it was a foregone conclusion.
Sana tipped her Emperor on its side, conceding. The crowd erupted into applause.