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Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

RE Zombies in England Jess gave him a blank stare, her fingers tapping the surface of the table Well then you're lucky I opened the door Jess sighed before leaving the table, taking her bat with her. The others should be around soon, you should get yourself cleaned up She threw him a lopsided smile then left the room, heading back upstairs.
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

RE Zombies in England Cameron finished his soup, and wondered if coming here was the right thing to do. He went back upstairs and returned to his room. He added some notes to the tome that his movie script had become, before setting it down. He gave himself a dry shave and changed the thermals that he wore underneath his leather. That was about as much cleaning up as he could do.
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

RE Zombies in England Jessica flopped down on to her bed, putting the bat close by, she starred up at the celling, wondering where the others were before drifting to sleep. Got any ideas of what to do? o.o
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

RE Zombies in England go supply hunting the next morning?
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

RE Zombies in England Yeah, I guess that could work There was a thump in the night that caused Jessica to bolt out of bed, her hands clutching the old, rusted bat she slowly made her way downstairs. Scared, Jess made barely a sound, her heart racing she rounded the corner and took a swing at a figure in the dark.
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

RE Zombies in England Jess flicked on the lights and sighed with relief as a stack of cushions tumbled down after being struck by her bat. She smiled slightly and was about to head back upstairs when there was a loud know on the door. Giving a loud groan she dragged herself through the lounge room towards the door. Raising her bat once more she wrenched open the door and pulled the new comer inside, slamming the door closed behind him she double checked it was secure and then turned her attention to him. Keeping her distance Jess did not move to lower her weapon, a skeptical expression on her face she spoke Have you had contact with the undead in the past twenty four hours? Are you planning on stealing from us and making a mockery of our good will? What are your plans?
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

RE Zombies in England Olivia heard of the safehouse just a short time after it's first inclusion into the airwaves. She promptly packed up her room in her thoroughly fucked-up abode in Pontefract, having only just moved from Sussex From the posh and, dare she say, perfect mansions of the sussex plateau to the dank and dreary boredom of the valleys..oh joy. Having lugged her equiptment the journey from her destroyed homed to the safehouse, she..well let herself up, hacking the security systems to remove them for a moment then climbing up through a hatch in the roof. She set her stuff up in the afternoon, when security was lax and everyone was tired, simply so they wouldn't see her, and then took a nap. However, she awoke with a start hours later in the middle of the night, hearing sounds from downstairs, a scuffle perhaps. She grabbed her modified pistol a reduction chamber so bullets flew faster and hit stronger, a ball-point laser sight for accuracy, and with a small attached compartment underneath which shot bear mace, one of the only substances that really fucked with those undead twits. She made sure it was fully loaded and then slowly snook down stairs, yet when she saw it was just the random girl she had spotted with the spiked bat, she simply chuckled and lowered her weapon slowly. Oh. Good Mornin, my name is Olivia Cross. Pleasure to meet you, charmed. -- Ah! And your security is..well awful actually, upgrading it now and making some new..toys for those fiends to play with. she noted, stepping forward to hold her hand out to the three.
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

What in fuck's name is going on down here? How did you get in my house? A voice came down the stairs, obviously unhappy that his sleep had been disturbed. He'd been working hard locked in his room, letting Jess sort visitors and such out, trying to figure out what on earth he could do about this entire cluster fuck. Wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and short sleeved, tight black top, Jason made an imposing figure as he came to the bottom of the stairs. No really, I'm tired and honestly can't be arsed dealing with all this stuff now, so can you all just go to sleep? I've got trip lines set around the garden and fence line, so we'll know if any ghouls come. He said, shutting who ever would ask about keeping watch. Just find a bed and sleep. Sort shit out in the morning. Goodnight. He said, ignoring any one's questions and stomped back upstairs to the master bedroom. He really didn't care who shared rooms with who, but for sake of tidying up and such, Jessica had been sleeping in the double bed with him. It was a zombie invasion, petty things like gossiping who was sleeping with who was irrelevant here. Up at seven, we're hitting the nearby local store. Ten, fifteen minute walk. Don't pack much. Came his voice as he walked across the landing, into the largest upstairs room. The house was quite large, the Living room went across the front of the house next to the porch and main entrance, while going down an open hall way was the kitchen, conservatory, dining room and a study-turned-supply-room. Upstairs was three bedrooms, one on-suite bathroom and one larger family bathroom. Each bath was full of water, as were the sinks. The basement contained many of the supplies, including a dynamo powered generator, chemical latrine, petrol, ropes and various other survival equipment. All windows were barred with steel rods, doors could be barred with heavy iron bars. Surrounding the back of the house was a tough, wooden fence with a heavy cast-iron gate. Also a garage that had a fully fueled and prepared Toyota Hilux 4x4. For emergencies only. A path led there from the kitchen. Also there was the not so secret hatch out of the attic onto the roof.
Thread: Zombies in England (FULL)

Jacob rolled over in his bed, somebody had obviously decided to gatecrash, and piss Jason off in the process. Evidently, that was not a good idea. He rolled over in his bed, checking briefly that his weapons were still beside the bed, the feel of cold steel beneath his fingers almost as arousing though thankfully not in a sexual way as the feel of a hot body between the sheets, especially during a zombie apocalypse. He'd stolen the sword from a suit of armour posing with great solemnity in the college hall, and with a bit of a polish and sharpen it seemed to be functioning nicely. The thought brought a smile to his face, and slowly, he drifted back off to sleep.
Thread: Ancient secret (DJ and gondola)

Name Tyler Rayneval Age 19 Description Tyler appears human but unknown to everyone around him, he is actually a dragon. For years humans believed dragons to be nothing but myth, yet in reality they walk among them, disguised as other humans. Tyler yawned as he walked to school. Recently his abilities had been going a bit out of whack due to what a dragon elder described as inconsistencies in the great light. In modern day terms it would be described as sun spots. He gave a sigh, a small puff of flame coming out of his mouth. He clapped his hand over his mouth and continued walking.
Thread: Dialogue Tags

Dialogue can be the hardest or easiest thing to write, depending on how moody your characters are. For some of us, we can hardly get the characters to shut up long enough for us to write the pertinent story line. Other characters need liquoring up and occasionally the administration of illegal substances coughtruthserumscough before they will even tell us their name. Regardless, dialogue, like many things has rules. Yes, rules. As an editor, I can tell you that one of the biggest and common mistakes I see are dialogue tags. Dialogue tags are used, along with the speech itself, to enhance what a character has said. However, actions do not qualify as dialogue tags. I love you, she murmured against my throat. --That is correct. We know her voice was soft and slightly muffled by the intimate placement of her mouth. I love you, she kissed his throat. --Red Flag! Here is where I would be inking my authors. Kissing a throat is an action. It is NOT a dialogue tag. So the appropriate form is I love you. She kissed his throat. Does this make sense? Okay, good, moving on to mistake number two. Snarled, hissed, growled, laughed, giggled, grinned, smirked, etc. No, no. Whack Bad! I know your shapeshifter is sexy and alpha and all kinds of grrr protective when he's around your heroine, but I don't care how close to his beast he is-- he cannot literally growl words. Go ahead, try it... So unless you are super-talented, that didn't work out so well, did it? You can try the others now, if you like. No? Well, let me make one admission. You can hiss words...sorta. S-s-so, sh-h-he wants-s-s to write? he hissed. --Words with an s, sh, th and sometimes ch. Though this is still under debate, I'd strongly suggest using common sense in the situation. Not now, she hissed. -- Sharp syllables and clipped sounding words do not allow for hissing. Even Smeagol couldn't hiss all his words, precious. And that concludes today's lesson. Any questions? D. F. Krieger
Thread: Dialogue Tags

Have I told you recently just as to how much I adore you? 3
Thread: Dialogue Tags

Snarled, hissed, growled, laughed, giggled, grinned, smirked, etc. No, no. Whack Bad! I know your shapeshifter is sexy and alpha and all kinds of grrr protective when he's around your heroine, but I don't care how close to his beast he is-- he cannot literally growl words. Go ahead, try it... So unless you are super-talented, that didn't work out so well, did it? You can try the others now, if you like. No? Well, let me make one admission. You can hiss words...sorta. S-s-so, sh-h-he wants-s-s to write? he hissed. --Words with an s, sh, th and sometimes ch. Though this is still under debate, I'd strongly suggest using common sense in the situation. Not now, she hissed. -- Sharp syllables and clipped sounding words do not allow for hissing. Even Smeagol couldn't hiss all his words, precious. And that concludes today's lesson. Any questions? D. F. Krieger It is right in one way, but wrong in another. Hissing, snarling, growling, etc. out words doesn't necessarily mean they use a snakes hiss or something while they're speaking. It can also just mean a way of saying it. growling, for instance, is more just a word for when you speak in a somewhat aggressive way, and mostly with lowering your tone.
Thread: Dialogue Tags

I've seen a shit ton of authors using growled, hissed, and other such things to describe how their character is speaking and explain it with aggression or anger so it makes sense.
Thread: Dialogue Tags

It's more of a mood-descriptor than a literal description of how the line is being delivered, I think. There's a place for being accurate, and there's a place for being artistic, and it's a matter of finding the appropriate balance.
Thread: Dialogue Tags

I agree with this. Regardless of whether one can make an argument for the meaning behind using growled or hissed, one's writing should do the job of getting the tone across, and not the dialogue tag. I think the dialogue tag is better utilized to dictate volume, and not mood. I can have a character shout, and that character may be happy, sad, or angry. The character can feel any way I want them to feel, and I can make the reader understand that with the writing around it. If a character is a grizzly sort, who would growl as he spoke, I'm going to use context clues in my writing to express that. I'm not going to mention he growled, but instead that he said something. I will then use the scene I've been building to reinforce that he was curt, annoyed and even angry. This kind of ties into another topic WriteMood addressed, and that's the show and not tell thing. One shouldn't have to tell the reader that the character growled. One should show the reader that he or she spoke in that sort of tone. Now, I'm not saying fantastic authors don't do it, but they're fantastic authors. They can tell a great story, and they can do it in whichever way they want. If one thinks they can write their dialogue tags as if everyone is an animal, or completely berserk with emotions, then you're one interesting writer. I will suggest the smart use of adverbs to get your point across, but only if it's smartly used. Take a look I just love it when that happens, He said bitterly. See, there's some sarcasm there that really strikes the point home. No hissing, growling, screeching, or throat gargling. However, abusing it isn't a great idea! If you abuse fancy dialogue tags, they lose their weight. If one constantly feels the need to veer away from said, the words one is trying to use to spice up his or her work are now the norm that said was before. You certainly don't want said to be your real big zinger, do you? I know I don't.
Thread: Dialogue Tags

darkangel76 said Have I told you recently just as to how much I adore you? 3 Click to expand... 3 You make me blush!
Thread: Dialogue Tags

cevl said Snarled, hissed, growled, laughed, giggled, grinned, smirked, etc. No, no. Whack Bad! I know your shapeshifter is sexy and alpha and all kinds of grrr protective when he's around your heroine, but I don't care how close to his beast he is-- he cannot literally growl words. Go ahead, try it... So unless you are super-talented, that didn't work out so well, did it? You can try the others now, if you like. No? Well, let me make one admission. You can hiss words...sorta. S-s-so, sh-h-he wants-s-s to write? he hissed. --Words with an s, sh, th and sometimes ch. Though this is still under debate, I'd strongly suggest using common sense in the situation. Not now, she hissed. -- Sharp syllables and clipped sounding words do not allow for hissing. Even Smeagol couldn't hiss all his words, precious. And that concludes today's lesson. Any questions? D. F. Krieger It is right in one way, but wrong in another. Hissing, snarling, growling, etc. out words doesn't necessarily mean they use a snakes hiss or something while they're speaking. It can also just mean a way of saying it. growling, for instance, is more just a word for when you speak in a somewhat aggressive way, and mostly with lowering your tone. Click to expand... Why describe it as hissing if you aren't literally hissing? As for your definition of growling, in that situation it would be best to use a descriptive such as You will always be mine. His voice bordered on a growl as he uttered the statement. See, that's how you should implement things like growling and the other mentioned no-no's
Thread: Dialogue Tags

--Hahvoc Requiem-- said I've seen a shit ton of authors using growled, hissed, and other such things to describe how their character is speaking and explain it with aggression or anger so it makes sense. Click to expand... Yes, and so have I. But pubs are cracking down recently and I'm trying to give anyone here who wants to get published a jump ahead by letting them in on the secrets. If you are speaking of authors who are big names, they can write whatever they bloody want and it'll sell on brand name alone. But if you are a newbie trying to slip in the door, it'd be best to learn the finer rules so you are less likely to get a rejection letter.
Thread: Dialogue Tags

Mr. Master - I think I agree with you. Mitsu - In a situation where the author is fed up with dialogue tags of he said, it is best to leave a dialogue tag off completely and simply add an action to accent the statement. Example Wow, this is fun, she said sarcastically. Wow, this is fun. Mina crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. And yes, you are quite right dialogue tags are often a sign of telling versus showing. But that's a post for next Wednesday. .
Thread: Dialogue Tags

Oh, wow, I never knew about that. Thank you for the information!
Thread: The Pet Woman (Ryanmo97xKassandra)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Do to some great investments and he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. There was one thing that he wanted. He wanted a pet woman. He knew that he could probably find a woman on the internet, who wanted to be the petsex slave of some man. He decided that it would be more fun to kidnap a woman and force her to become his pet. He spent quite a bit of money converting his basement into a new home for his pet. Then, he started to look for the perfect woman to make his pet. He headed into a nearby city to search for the woman he wanted as his slave. He concentrated his search around the office buildings. He always had a thing for women in business skirt suits. To him, they looked very sexy and smart, plus it would be fun to take a woman who's use to being in charge of her own life and force her to become a petsex slave. He didn't stand out, he looked like a regular tourist taking pictures of the big city. After a couple of days of not finding the woman he was looking for, he found her...
Thread: Sheep wolves and sheepdogs

One of my favorite authors, least for the type of books he writes, also speaks to future LEOs, and military cadets. I dont agree with everything he has written and in my opinion there are some serious holes in some of his theories. But much of what he says makes sense. One of my favorite speeches is called On Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs. I would greatly appreciate it if you give me your opinions on it. But while reading it please remember the context in which it was written. It was designed for the young LEOs out there. But can be read and applied to normal everyday citizens as well. The author's name is David Grossman.
Thread: Sheep wolves and sheepdogs

I mostly agree with what the author says. However I would inject a fifth animal into the mix. The porcupine. I'm a porcupine. I don't hide in the flock with the sheep, but I also do not actively hunt the wolf. If the wolf shows up and offers to harm me or mine the wolf will die. But I will not run towards the wolf while he is eating a sheep.
Thread: Snuffing out the Light of Dawn (darkest X QB)

A Private RP, Characters to be determined
Thread: Snuffing out the Light of Dawn (darkest X QB)

To me, my brothers! Forde cried out to his men. Countrymen, Brothers-in-arms...his siblings. Through dark times and through times of glory they had ridden side by side. They had fought with the Mad King, in service of their Motherland. No matter who they fight under, the hooves of their horses will thunder and their lances will taste blood, no matter whose own! Atleast, that's what Forde wanted to believe. They were nothing more than miscreants, cowards who feared death in the battlefield and begged their way out of the gallows. To kiss that bastard Jarod's ring...! No humiliation would prove far greater! Forde was one of the Mad King's proud cavalier brigade, the same who served under his thrall. Generations upon generations of soldiers dedicated their service to the Motherland, through tyrants and through ruin, the military houses of Daein will not falter! Fed only crude barley and forced to sleep in stables, they possessed the tenacity men of Daein possessed. Horsemen from Beignon were nothing more than fatted calf feasting upon plundered bounty and rich wines. Unlike them, he would ride into certain death, determined to atone for his humiliation. A soldier follows his orders even to the pain of death. Anything less is a coward and a fool. To me, brothers, to me! he cried out. Amongst them lay the battered remains of their allies, killed with wounds to their backs trying to run away from the enemy. Our enemies are nothing more than sellswords deluded by victory against the spineless armies of Beignon! Let us show them true Strength! he cried out, their brave cries a truly intimidating show of force. Daein's cavaliers would chase their opponents until their horses would die from fatigue or their adversaries be slain with their blades. Unfolding from beneath his cuirass the tattered banner of the Mad King, he unfurled the standard as he placed it upon his lance, held upright as he steadied his foes. These 'people' whoever they are, would taste the true fury of Daein's wrath! What started as a slow trot grew to the thundering of hooves, leaving only dust and hoof prints behind them. Lost in valorous fervor, they faltered not when met by arrows, crashing into the hastily made battle lines. The enemy must have thought they were routed and stretched far too thin, attempting to retake the enemy fortification. Hooves crashed and snapped ribs, trampling their enemy beneath them. Breaking through the lines they fell right into the middle of a frenzied melee, the sound of steel clashing deafening him. And like none other, Forde fought like he had never before, the banner of the Mad King refusing to yield as he fought, unaware that he slew his fellow country men. No one had told him that he fought the Dawn Brigade, not a single soul present knew they turned their blades against a fellow countryman. It was a delicious prospect that Jarod himself instigated.
Thread: Snuffing out the Light of Dawn (darkest X QB)

Where had they gone wrong? Micaiah knew she wasn't the best of tacticians. There were several throughout the land that possessed that ability, including the one who worked for the Greil Mercenaries and a handful that worked for Beignon and even Daein. Yet, so far, Micaiah and her band had done quite well. They'd cut a swath through the forces that stood against them, had recruited several willing individuals, and had stood ready to reclaim the kingdom for good and light. Then, out of no where, reinforcements had arrived. They... they'd been too much. You all need to get to safety! yelled Micaiah, waving her hands. She never struck an imposing figure, being a slight mage girl. No, the striking bit about her was the pure white hair, the golden eyes, the raw determination that shown from her. For this small girl had rallied forces, had drawn dozens of people into this conflict. You could easily look past the cute face and those wide eyes to see the truth. It was also just as true that Micaiah held a great deal of weight upon her shoulders, which was probably what gave her the heart that made men follow her. Now, she used that to force a retreat, pulling back her forces. Only she and Sothe stood, holding a point and trying desperately to keep the others away, prevent them from their onslaught. Micaiah flung light spell after light spell, burning through a tome in her attempt at staving off the enemy. She already had a second one out, clutching it tightly and reciting the spells nearly from memory now. If this continued, she wouldn't be able to hold them off. Desperate, Micaiah sought out their leader. She saw someone who rallied the forces a bold cavalier with a pennant. She focused her energy and fired her spell directly at him, hoping that a lucky blow might end this conflict all the sooner. The less blood that was shed, the better Micaiah would feel in the end.