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>>2032683
>>2032683

Yeah, the creative aspect is how you deliver the idea really.

Ideas are very open and airy - when you get somebody who spins their style on it and actually writes the work, that's all that matters really.

At least in this case - this is something really little.

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> books you loved but everyone else hated in high school
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner (Fucking loved it while people complained every fucking day about reading Benjy's chapter.)
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller (Constant complaints by class that it is boring - mfw it's a fucking classic tragedy masterpiece)
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (Top-tier - it droned on sometimes but damn, what a story.)
Dante's Inferno by Dante Alighieri
All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

> books everyone else loved but you weren't really excited about in high school
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Wit by Margret Edson
Ishmael by Daniel Quinn
Life of Pi by Yann Martel
Night by Elie Wiesel

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the rises of a sun spun into the world
on a spinning chime it go, and rang from
feet that trampled, with sampled faces unknown;
yet, yonder deep, syndrome mangled in us as
an inner sash of wretched stones
fore anchors a sinking body treading
the vast emptiness of woe

(Some intro to a poem I found in my documents. Unsure if I wrote it or it's by somebody, but I like it even so.)

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>>1936095

I've posted this before, but I've got this big book of seven of his novels.

I'll list them as they are:

Five Weeks in a Balloon
A Journey to the Center of the Earth
From the Earth to the Moon
Round the Moon
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
Around the World in Eighty Days
The Mysterious Island

If you're looking for a taste of his writing, however, I'd seriously suggest a copy of Journey to the Center of the Earth - he writes as he normally would, but in my opinion, uses more captive language that interests the reader so it's my favorite. He also does this in The Mysterious Island.

If you're looking for the average taste of Verne, read Around the World in Eighty Days or the From the Earth to the Moon/Round the Moon duo.

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> no mention of psychology
> mfw

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>>1866446

Good show!

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Posted this before, but I'd like to get more feedback on the bare-bone concept:

The novel would consist of three parts:

1st.

The introduction would essentially be the ending. It will show the last day of life for an elderly pastor, in which, in his old age, drinks himself into painless stupors. He lives alone in seemingly a nowhere kind of town, notable in the community but with a seriously obvious deteriorating relationship with the religious man he used to be. Fed up with his life, he goes on a drunken drive into the town until he finds the local bar, only feeding his daze more so. An religious adept who knew the pastor as a beloved teacher finds him there and becomes frustrated - this leads to a brawl between the two about the position of God within the town and each other.

The pastor heads himself back home, nearly killing himself in the process, and upon arriving in the dead of night, he goes off into some nearby woods with nothing waiting at home for him. Making his way deep into the woods, he eventually finds himself on a very off-road path, with light-posts marking every mile or so but only one lit. The pastor compares the light to God, does some ranting, and shuns it by taking off down the road. Unable to see much in the dark (and heavily drunk still), the pastor stumbles into a nearby road ditch, wounding him mortally and practically leaving him for dead - the end of the introduction would be his discussion with God, watching the light-post flicker until it goes out for good, leaving him to slowly die and call for his daughters.

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