/lit/ - Literature

A more revised edition:

scene #1: fat girl falls in love with hot guy. Hot guy has fat girl fetish so they start secretly dating.

scene #1a: hot guy fapping to fattie porn. his friends make fun of him.

scene #2: hot guy girlfriend spot him dating fat girl.

scene #2a: fat girl gets beaten up by jelly cheerleader; boyfriend doesn't know. fat girl doesn't tell.

scene #3: fat girl recoil by saying sorry to jelly cheerleader; boyfriend founds out how mean the jelly cheerleader girlfriend is.

scene #4: bf and fat girl dates and slowly fall in love while jelly cheerleader lurk in the background

scene #4a: in one scene, bf and fattie make love underneath the school bleachers will ex-cheer leader girlfriend lurks, more angry then before

scene #5: fat girl gets stabbed in her fat rolls while she's walking home

scene #5a: but she survives (being fat has something to do with it)

scene #1: jelly cheerleader goes to jail

scene #1: fat girl and cool guy lives happily ever after

>>2950918
okay /lit/, help me add more tension to the plot.

>Fat girl gets beaten up by cheerleader(???)
Are you confusing male bullying with female bullying? Would a cheerleader really want to make physical contact with the fat bitch?

>Fat girl gets stabbed(???)
Just how crazy is this cheerleader?

Good luck being a best seller. When you make it I'll be sure to shitpost this board with constant threads about how much you suck.

>>2950904
>scene #1: but she survives (being fat has something to do with it)

I'd say, instead of the cheerleader doing these things, she should manipulate a fat guy to do them for her. So he beats her up, stabs her, etc. The fat guy could be some kind of desperately lonely stalker who is obsessed with getting laid.

The cheerleader gets stuck with the fat guy in the end, or something.

Posting in this thread in the 1 in 15 trillion chance this actually works, I'll be able to say "i was there" when it happened.

Keep posting OP.

>>2950929
Holy shit, that's fucking brillant ... like a mind game of some sort. I'll adjust my plot to this, brb.

>>2950923
Halfway through the book, you should talk about agrarian technology (especially tractors). That way, when it's published, /lit/ will know

When you want to write a bestseller, you need to direct the plot to what most readers want.
For example: about a man who controls his woman.
It's the thing last years for women of all ages.

>>2950923
What if... what if... the fat cow is actually the American version of LeLouch vi Britannia and her gayassu Fatty McFat ass Fat power is to give people a single order. The cheerleader pushes the Living and Breathing Galactic Moon Whale into a corner. The PTSD infected self collapsing red giant has flashbacks of her accident and as the massive black hole that she is about to become she gives in under the weight of her own memories, in this case under the weight of her tsunami like rolls of gravitationally relative fat.

McFaulty here, guilt and PTSD ridden, tells the juicy bouncy middle school japanese cheerleader that the jock is hers and hers alone! Sure her gigantic back breasts have joined together with her enormous elphantine hips and continental thighs to form one glorious back-titty-gina but her hips can still move on her own as she rides jock-onii-chans cock. She went to fat, er, far, to succeed in trapping the poor jock into her gas giant like gravity. Going back is not her option.

She activates her gayassu and as the star of a solar system commands the poor lolicon goddess of venus middle school cheerleader to get a metal and shank her back-ttity-gina.

The rest... is history.

This won't work, OP. No-one's going to want to imagine themself as the fat girl, it's too obviously pandering and all your ideas are taken from /lit/fags who're satirising the idea rather than thinking of what would actually appeal.
Good luck though.

Edit and revised addition thanks to annon suggestion:

Plot:

A story of a fat girl who can't find love. She wants a handsome jock at her school. Her mental block becaues she's fat because of some child hood accident, low self esteem and shit. Somehow she overcame her mental block, and end up courting the handsome guy at school. feels good man

scene #1: fat girl falls in love with hot guy. Hot guy has fat girl fetish so they start secretly dating.

scene #1a: hot guy fapping to fattie porn. his friends make fun of him.

scene #2: hot guy girlfriend spot him dating fat girl.

scene #3: fat girl recoil by saying sorry to jelly cheerleader; boyfriend founds out how mean the jelly cheerleader girlfriend is and breaks up with her

scene #4a: in one scene, bf and fattie make love underneath the school bleachers will ex-cheer leader girlfriend lurk. she take pictures of this and post pictures of this all over the school + facebook. hot popular guy is not popular anymore.

scene #2a: fat girl mysterious gets smacked with a lead pipe over the head as she walks home

scene #2b: cut scene to fat guy having sex with the cheerleader. (mysterious attacker is fat guy)

scene #5: fat girl gets stabbed in her fat rolls while she's walking home by myterious fat attacker
scene #5a: cut scene again to fat guy having anal sex with cheer leader

scene #5a: but she survives (being fat has something to do with it)

scene #1: fat guy goes to jail, (thanks to camera footage from nearby candy store)
scene #1a: cheery leader finds no more reason to live and commit sucide, or dates an alpha nigger and has kids

scene #1: fat girl and cool guy lives happily ever after

>>2950953
>This won't work, OP. No-one's going to want to imagine themself as the fat girl

But 1/3 of Americans are fat, surely this would appeal to them?

Watch me write a best selling post in real time, starting from plot deconstruction to actual writing.

A story of a stupid anon who can't find money. Xe wants a handsome sum of money in xir bank. Xir mental block becaues xe's stupid because of some child hood accident, fat-phobia and shit. Stupid anon dies alone. feels bad man


Notice how you are stupid but wouldn't like being inserted in this story because you do not consider yourself as such. Can we make an analogy here?

If you're going to make her fat, don't make it because of a childhood accident. Make it "genetic".

Also make the jock be dating the cheerleader at the start of the story before he notices the fat girl.

>>2950964
>fat
>genetics
Nah brah.

Brah, nah.

>>2950968
That's why I had it in quotation marks.
Her parents are fat and lazy, she is fat and lazy, so she thinks it's genetic.

>>2950953
I honestly think the idea could work, you just need to be careful in the description to avoid explicitly calling them fat.

>>2950954
I was thinking the cheerleader would lead the fat guy on, without actually putting out, which would contribute to him getting more and more stressed and desperate in his violence. It could also lead to a breaking point at the end with implied rape.

But hey, do with it what you will, good luck.

>>2950956
No, if they thought of themselves as fat then they'd be losing weight.

>>2950970
>avoid explicitly calling them fat.
No, you've got to give them some other setback that isn't fat. The protagonist needs to be conventionally attractive, but everyone is against her for something that isn't actually something people wouldn't actually have a problem with so the reader can't either. Make them hate her because she's too beautiful or because she has brown hair or something that's complete bullshit. The point is that they hate her for a reason someone deluded might imagine they're hated, so the deluded readers can say "Yes, THAT is why everyone hates me, it's not because I weigh as much a 3 narwhals".

>>2950968
if this thing is to be sold to fat people, the fatness has to be genetic

>>2950970
What if... what if... the cheerleader IS the fat guy and the jock is confused. The cheerleader wants the jock for himself but the jock's best friend, the fat moon whale is skeptical and tried to keep the homo cheerleader away.

The cheerleader has a bounding moment after a closely won rugby match with the jock. The jock invites the cheerleader to a victory party with the rest of the team to celebrate. The homo faggot doesn't know what to say because he's really insecure because when he was young his father died of fat exhaustion and that marked him forever. The jock tells the cheerleader that she contributed to the victory as much as any player in the team and he deserves this. The homo suddenly smiles forgetting his father's horrific accident, jumping up and down, waving his pom poms around like a fucking idiot as his gleeful movements lift his skirt a bit too much revealing his pink pantsu.

Here enters the Galactic Super Nova again self inviting herself but the jock shuts her down immediately telling her it's "just the guys". Oh fuck the fatty is pissed. At the party the jock pointlessly looks for the cheerleader who left a few minutes before because of the noise and because the Jock got carried away and stopped noticing his pantsu.

The jock catches up and they sit down under a starry sky, probably ancestors of the McWhale fatty from the beginning. After long conversations and almost kiss scenes the jock is no longer confused bu instead he is now curious.

continued

part two

After that I was thinking some kind of tweest where the fatties end with each other saying only somebody with gravitational pulls as strong as theirs can enjoy the cosmic dance their stellar body masses can produce. The jock is left heart broken and unable to trust anyone again so he stabs the cheerleader. The spewing guts of the cheerleader fall from the heavens on earth and as they flow over the barren planet they create valleys, hills and mountains. The Moon Whale sheds tears over the entrails of her now dead partner forming the oceans, seas and rivers of the earth. Combining the entrails and her tears become the Adam and Eve of all life on earth.

And so goes the love story of the ocean... and the moon.The jock went to jail in case you're wondering.

Call it 50 layers of fat

this is retarded, i think OP just has a fat girl fetish himself or is a fat girl that wants hot guys

>>2951012
What if... what if... OP IS a jock who is also a fat girl with a fat girl fetish for hot guys?

Come one guys, work with me, let's make this a best seller.

FIFTY SHITS OF BROWN SCAT FETISH BOOK

OP here, here's an updated version. The ending doesn't sit right, someone please halp.

Plot:

A story of a fat girl who can't find love. She wants a handsome jock at her school. Her mental block becaues

she's fat because of some child hood accident, low self esteem and shit. Somehow she overcame her mental block,

and end up courting the handsome guy at school. feels good man

scene #1: hottest guy at school dating cheerleader. Above average looking but slightly plump girl has a hard

crush on the guy.

scene #1a: hot guy fapping to fattie porn. his friends make fun of him.

scene #3: it turns out hot guy voluneers at the same animal shelter as fat girl. they start hanging out and romance slowly develops

scene #2: hot guy girlfriend spot him dating fat girl on a date, she gets jelly as fuck

scene #2a: cheer leader girl has an secret admire, some aspie fat guy who is obessed with her

scene #4a: in one scene, bf and fattie make love underneath the school bleachers will ex-cheer leader

girlfriend lurk. she take pictures of this and post pictures of this all over the school + facebook. hot

popular guy is not popular anymore.

scene #3: fat girl recoil by saying sorry to jelly cheerleader; boyfriend founds out how mean the jelly

cheerleader girlfriend is and breaks up with her

scene #2a: fat girl mysterious gets smacked with a lead pipe over the head as she walks home. but she survives (being fat has something to do with it)

scene #2b: cut scene to fat guy begging to have sex with cheer leader. tension builds up (mysterious attacker is fat guy)

scene #1: fat guy goes to jail, (thanks to camera footage from nearby candy store)
scene #1a: cheery leader finds no more reason to live and commit sucide, or dates an alpha nigger and has kids

scene #1: fat girl and cool guy lives happily ever after

>>2951012
I'm just crafting a best seller; I'm neither a jock, a fat girl, or a fat guy.

>>2951027
Wait, why is the cheerleader dating a nigger? She's not fat too, is she?

>>2951000
Nice trips. Also, BRILLIANT.

I want to create a contraversial book so I shouldn't be afraid to push the boundry, much like Chuck Paluiuk in Fight Club.

>>2951032
Perhaps you should do a little research on human behavior before writing a high school drama

>>2951038
That would imply teenagers are human.

>>2951033
>Wait, why is the cheerleader dating a nigger? She's not fat too, is she?

She either gives up on dating a white guy and goes for a nigger. Also she does get a bit fat, like most white girls after high school.

>>2951041
We can compromise on a wigger I guess.

>>2951039
This. Most teens are retarded as fuck.

I like it all the way up to
>scene #2b: cut scene to fat guy begging to have sex with cheer leader. tension builds up (mysterious attacker is fat guy)

You'll need to stretch it into a trilogy of course, so you might be able to end it here and flesh out a larger story for the next two books. You need to do more with the fat guy, so he can't get thrown into jail until the third book. Also by the end of the trilogy the fat girl should suddenly be the most beautiful girl in school somehow.

And to appease the faggots in this thread, make it so most of the school doesn't like the fat girl because they're "threatened by her intellect" or something.

>>2950918
>while jelly cheerleader lurk in the background

OP here, today I learned something new, called "the hero's journey", I'm going to re-write the plot.

>tfw writing is actually a stressful experience and I have been stressed as fuck the past couple days learning everything fiction writing

>>2952091

>writing is actually a stressful experience

You don't even know the half of it. There's a reason so many of us kill themselves

>>2952095
I'm beginning to know that feel bro

>>2952106

Just wait until you realize that every single word you write for the next few years will be utter trash bound for the dustbin.

>>2952110
Fuck that; I'm publishing every single of my word through self publishing.

>>2952112

>self-publishing

>>2952091
>mfw I recently decided to crank out a YA fnbtasy Hero with 1000 Faces derivative just to see if I can sell it and the only thing that's stressed is my keyboard from typing so much.

>>2952130
how many words you got written so far

>implying this wont sell 500,000 copies on amazon

>>2950904
Time to sleep and dream of writing. Then wake up and write some more. I wished there was more time in the day to write and construct my plot. Le sigh.

>>2952260
>le
You should try 9fag, I heard they're great with help and stuff.

>>2952120
Why?

OP here, bump.

This morning I read a book (25 pages), now I'm ready to write. Dumping re-vised plot soon (by following the hero journey formula)

>>2950904
>For the next two years all erotic novels will be a knockoff of Shades of Grey.

>>2952961
The covers, I mean.

Plot:

Jane is an above average looking girl, plesantly plump. Her world changed when a new bad boy transfered to her school. She's relucant to like him but her heart tells her so. Her best friend, a pretty girl, shows her the trick to seducing the guy.

Jane never wears makeup but master seducer takes her out shopping. She's at the no point of return to look good for the bad boy. Jane transformed herself from an above average looking girl to a hottie, and most girls in school are jelly of her. They photoshop pictures of her and post it around school, spreading rumors and ruining her reputation. Jane is at her lowest point now, everyone in school hates her, so she turned into eating for comfort.

** I don't know what to write for the ending, but writing a commerical novel makes me puke, catering to fat ass fucking Americans.

>>2952967

By finding inner solace, Jane became a stronger person. She exercise, trains and diets until she becomes a super hot model. She's finally able to get back with the bad boy, until she found out her best friend (the master seducer) is dating the bad boy.

In the final fight to win the bad boy's heart, Jane must ....

>>2952971
>>2952971
By finding inner solace, Jane became a stronger person. She exercise, trains and diets until she becomes a super hot model. She's finally able to get back with the bad boy, until she found out her best friend (the master seducer) is dating the bad boy.

The bad boy, undecided on how to date, tells Jane and her best friend whoever becomes the prom queen will become his lover. Now it's a race for Jane to prepare herself for the hardest task yet (becoming a prom queen)


*** Oh god, I feel so dirty writing this plot. I don't think I can live with myself anymore.

>>2950904
This kind of reminds me of a VN I once read

>>2952979
Was it an erotic japanese VN.

>tfw it feels dirty writing a commerical novel because most people are dumb and ugly

Here is some inspiration for you, OP.

The Hero’s Journey and other Writing Formulas
Most novels are written to a formula, especially big best sellers. For example, John Baldwin, co-author of The Eleventh Plague: A Novel of Medical Terror, developed a simple formula that he used to structure his novel.His ten-step formula is:


1.
The hero is an expert.


2.
The villain is an expert.


3.
You must watch all of the villainy over the shoulder of the villain.


4.
The hero has a team of experts in various fields behind him.


5.
Two or more on the team must fall in love.


6.
Two or more on the team must die.


7.
The villain must turn his attention from his initial goal to the team.


8.
The villain and the hero must live to do battle again in the sequel.


9.
All deaths must proceed from the individual to the group: i.e., never say that the bomb exploded and 15,000 people were killed. Start with “Jamie and Suzy were walking in the park with their grandmother when the earth opened up.”


10.
If you get bogged down, just kill somebody.

hen Ernest Hemmingway started as a young reporter for the Kansas City Star, he was given a style sheet with four basic rules:

Use short sentences.
Use short first paragraphs.
Use vigorous English.
Be positive, never negative

Asked about these rules years later, he said, “Those were the best rules I ever learned in the business of writing. I’ve never forgotten them. No one with any talent, who feels and writes truly about the things he is trying to say, can fail to write well if he abides by them.”

OP, don't say she's fat. Use the term "curvy" instead.
Other girls will hate her because she's a "real women" and they have "the bodies of a 12 years old boy".

Also, in the last chapter you could make a fast forward to the future, when both the fattie and the cheerleader will bump into each other in the super market. Cheerleader will be fat and ugly by then, with a low paying job, three kids she can't stand and a dead beat husband. Your protagonist became successful after college, married a great guy (better than the jock, who she dumped because they wanted different things but remained friends). Both the girls have a cordial talk but it's evident the social ladder has turned upside down.

>>2952995
You bring up a good point, I could make the story something like this:

Jane was pleasantly curvy.

"You're a REAL woman," exclaimed her friend. "You got curves, and not like a 12 years old boy like those skinny bitches"

God, women make me sick.

>>2952091

>today I learned something new
>the hero's journey

oh god, my sides

>>2952991
Hemmingway's works have aged poorly and lack doubly so.

>>2953001
>"You're a REAL woman," exclaimed her friend. "You got curves, and not like a 12 years old boy like those skinny bitches"

>>2953001
Most women would acknowledge that there's a line between curvaceous and obese. A fine line, but a line none the less.

Men engage in similar behavior when discussing body image. Such as the attempt to pass off excess weight as muscle.

>>2953004
>Hemmingway's works have aged poorly
How so?

>>2953008
>>2953008
>Most women would acknowledge that there's a line between curvaceous and obese. A fine line, but a line none the less.

Would the fine line between curvy and obese is 190 pounds and 199 pounds?

>>2953006
>"You a real woman"

Fixed that for you.

>>2953012
Personal opinion.

I find his dialogue utterly derivative and unenergized - though I will remit he did shape an entire genre

>>2953006
oh god, your reaction imagine cracks me up. my sides.

>>2953015
It's not definable in a strict sense, more along the lines of "I know it when I see it." Besides, making weight judgments independent of height is silly.
>>2953020
You call his dialogue derivative, and yet you admit that he "shaped an entire genre." Not liking Hemingway is a fair opinion but those two sentiments are in conflict with one another.

>imagine your mother's pussy dripping wet as she reads "50 Shades Of Gray" in public
>later in the afternoon, she buys chains and whips, and coos to your father, telling him to smack her belly and hand cuff her, as he shoves his flaccid penis inside her ass.

I don't want to live on this Earth anymore.

OP here, I would say my plot is a thriller / young adult fiction. More to come.

>>2953029
I like my green text writing style, it's terse and simple.

One famous author said, "if a 5th grader can't understand your novel, it won't become a best seller"

>>2953029
>"it's in the wrong hole!" your mother screams
>your father looks confuse because it's hard to distinguish which holes when your mother has a thick anal bush
>"you're not doing it right!" she yells, "in 50 shades of gray, you're suppose to fist my asshole!"

>>2953047
Well, time to break out the bleach. Thanks dude.

>>2953387
>tfw you'll never have a mother who reads 50 shades of gray ;__;

Somehow I dont' feel inspired to write but i must write something.

>tfw you'll never have the writing habits of issac amorv

In the past couple days I have been stressing out writing my book, simply because I have so much to learn, and the task seems so daunting. But then I realize that writing is like running - 1 running session hardly matters, but it's the accumulated running sessions that adds up. Much like writing, I should write every day, and don't be attached to the upcome.

A wise man said, "Do it, then get the thing" not "get the thing, then do it". Writing is pretty much the same thing.

>>2953763

Issac Asimov, the Jew writer wrote so many books because he became addicted to writing. For him, writing is essential as sex and breathing. I wonder how can I develop a novel writing habit because I already write 1000 words per day in my journal. Stephen King is a profilic writer because he writes 2500 per day, 7 days a week. So I guess it's about believing in your writing ability, perfecting your craft, and keep writing and getting the book published like a boss.

>>2953771

I have to keep practicing the craft until I reach the level of "unconscious competence", then I could be whipping out novels after novels, and write about 2000-5000 words per day until it becomes a habit, much like fapping or eating food. No longer it seems like a big deal but a fun activity. The only way I can achieve this is to keep improving my writing everyday until I reach a "unconscious competence" level, much like a master painter who paints a nice protrait without trying hard.

>>2950904
>fat girl gets stabbed
>but she survives
>(being fat has something to do with it)

I lost my shit right there. 10/10 Best New Novel I will buy it and read it every day if you write it.

>>2953801
t-thanks... :)

>>2953783
>>2953771
>>2953763

Feels good getting off by chest because the past couple days have been stressful

>writing YA bullshit under a pen name and then hiring an actor for press conferences when it gets popular
>using money from YA bullshit to support yourself and write an exit-level /lit/ quality piece of work under another pen name

It would be hilarious if Stephanie Meyer or EL James did this

>>2953841
ye-yeah it would .. y-you too ...

I think it was a good decision, making the protagonist plump/curvy/healthy instead of outright obese. It gives you more to play with figuratively speaking without seeming too forced. The lines between healthy and obese could of course blur as you explore the themes of Western idealism in a suburban high school over the course of the novel.

Keep at it OP, I believe in you

>>2954222
Thanks you for your supportive words.

It's almost midnight now and I'm stressing, learning how to write a novel; learning how to write plots, dialogs, making up characters etc.

I write mostly non-fictions, so the switch to fiction is somewhat new to me.

>tfw I need to reach unconscious competence so I can write all day, erryday

>>2954268

OP here. More thoughts;

I have been pacing across the room for the past 30 minutes; it's currently midnight. I have to have a firmer, intuitive grasp of the "hero journey", so I can formulate plots for commerical novels on the fly. All the movies, like Star Wars, Lord Of The Rings, Harry Potter, Matrix, all follow the same hero journey; I need to understand the hero journey formula inside and out.

>>2954420

After watching some videos and reading, this is what I understand about the Hero Journey formula:

So here is what I understand about the hero journey steps:

1. Ordinary; dude is average.

2. Call to action; omg dude you gotta embark in this journey nigga, it's going to be fun!

3. Refusal; dude is like "shit nigga I ain't doing that"

4. meet the mentor; dude means the mentor who overcomes his fear and does the adventure

5. first adventure; meet some people, learn some new skills, fuck some bitches

6. allies and enemies; meeting the villain, fuck some bitches

7. emproach; dude faces the big battle, possibly facing death

8. reward; dude gets reward for doing the final battle, some sort of reward like sex, super power and super power sex

9. the road back: the final, final fucking battle (lol)

10. return; dude returns to society and he brings some knowledge or tool for the better good of himself or society. interdasting.

I like this thread. I'm glad it's still alive.

>>2952162
6500, started Wednesday, didn't write at all today, gonna make up for it tomorrow (day off).

Animootion unrelated, except that it also makes me happy.

>>2954845
You should add a bit where the guy explains his love for the fatty with psuedo-intellectual gems such as: "fatties are the greek ideal" and "lol feminism pls cuckold me".

>>2954895
Fatty love isn't me (um, ewww!). I'm generic YA fantasy HW1000F derivative experiment here >>2952130

OP here; fattie love is going to be my first novella, even ought I don't like the story line, I'll write it anyways for the sake of practice. (did I mention I'm going to publish it on amazon?)

Sometimes I feel like doing nothing but locking myself inside a room and write, or writing in a coffee shop before my vision deterioriates; I just want to write and write. After staring at the screen for 8+ hours per day, it seems like my vision is deteriorating. Such is life. I feel sad; it feels like life is flashing by so quick. People are outside, laughing with joy and enjoying their mundane affairs while I write. Life as a writer is lonely. I want to be rich so I can hire other people to write for me (definitely will create a publishing house, e-version)

>mfw this thread results in some epic masterpiece of contemporary literature and our children read it in school

OP here. This is what I got so far:

Chapter 01: Walking to school

Eva waddled to school on a hot summer day. It's May, and everyone is wearing shorts shorts and tank tops.

"Alex ... Alex is just so hot!" exclaimed Jennifer, as she fanned herself.

"Alex, who ...?" said Eva.

"Don't play dumb, Alex! You know, the senior everyone has a crush on. Captain of the football team. He's just so ... hot. I saw his abs the other day, it's something to die for!"

"You saw his abs?" mused Eva. "Like, he took off his shirt for you?"

"Kind of ... well, he was running around the track without any shirt on and I spied on him from the science class window."
"Cute." said Eva. "I wished I had a chance with him. But I'm just ... a bit too overweight. I have to lose 60 pounds to ever get a chance with him. And even then ..."

"Cheer up! You can do it. It's better to try then not to try."
"You're right, thanks Jennifer. I can always count on you for these things."

Chapter 02: Science Class

Jennifer peaked behind her. Alex texted someone on this cellphone and smirked.

"NO TEXTING IN CLASS!" bellowed the science teacher.

"Hmm, I'm sorry. It was my mom," he said with a grin.
"Yeah right. Put that away."

Jennifer tried her hardest not to look at Alex bludging bicep and handsome face. It just turns her on ... so, so much. Jennifer printed pictures of Alex off Facebook and plastered it around her bed room.

Chapter 55: The embrace

Alex kissed her lips. “I really miss your embrace” Eva said. They happily lived ever after.

Many years down the road they got married and had 2 kids, with a nice house.

Chapter XX: Hot Kiss

“You’re so hot, Alex …” panted Eva, as she traced her fingers on Alex’s abs. They sat at the park and stared at the darken skies.
“What does the future hold for us,” asked Eva.
“What you mean?” Alex said, staring into her eyes.
“I mean … I really wish we would love each other forever. I can’t live my life without you, Alex. You are my everything.”

“I know, babe … sssh,” Alex placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. He grinned and kissed her soft lips. Eva closed her eyes and felt the magically moment.

Oh my god, he really is kissing me. I can finally die happy. It’s like a dream came true. Oh god, oh god, thought Eva.
“Promise me something?” said Eva.
“Depends on what it is …”
“Love me forever, please. Don’t let me go.”
“I … maybe.” Eva punched his arm.

keep it coming OP. put complete chapters on pastebin for us.

>Jennifer peaked behind her. Alex texted someone on this cellphone and smirked.

couple of mistakes here champ. probably more but I only skimmed it. your text reads like a screenplay, try you need to put more descriptions in there.

>>2956767

>tfw I just wanna write like hemmingway

That's the wrong cover of Bared to You.

bump

OP here, here are the new chapters. Feedbacks and suggestions how to improve my writing is welcomed.

Chapter 01: The embarrassment
“Can I borrow your pencil,” said a blond chick in his class.
“S-sure,” stuttered Johnny. He fumbled into his pencil class to grab an industrial strength pencil, the kind you buy at a math store.
“Here y-you go …” he said, dreamily.
“Thanks”
“Y-you t-too …” The blond student gave me him a weird look, and tried to suppress her laughter.
Johnny stared at Candice, the brunette with long flowing hair, a cute smile, and a cute personality. I wish I could be with her, he thought. She’s just so beautiful, nice … she smells nice. But I get nervous talking to her, it’s not going to work, he thought.
“JOHNNY” bellowed the math teacher. “STOP STARING AT CANDICE AND GET DO THE WORK.” The class stared at him before bursting into laughter. Oh god, someone please kill me, thought Johnny.
“I’m ss-sorry … I’ll do my work now …” said Johnny meekly, his head hung down, eyes down casted in embarrassment. Johnny picked his acne and adjusted his glasses. Please let the class end soon, thought Johnny. I just want to go home and play some video games, perhaps masturbate a bit before eating dinner. And do homework. Then sleep.
The bell rung and Johnny walked home from school; he shuffled his feet, his eyes staring at the ground.
Why can’t I just be popular with the girls and have friends, he thought. I’m good person. What the heck is wrong with this world? Why can’t a smart guy like me, get a cute girl like Candice? Perhaps I should buy her a rose and chocolate? Yes … that sounds good. He rubbed his hands together in glee.
That night, Johnny masturbated, played video games, and did his homework like any usual night … except! He bought chocolate and flowers, even ought it’s May 01.

>>2959032
Whoops. In better format:

Chapter 01: The embarrassment

“Can I borrow your pencil,” said a blond chick in his class.
“S-sure,” stuttered Johnny. He fumbled into his pencil class to grab an industrial strength pencil, the kind you buy at a math store.
“Here y-you go …” he said, dreamily.
“Thanks”
“Y-you t-too …” The blond student gave me him a weird look, and tried to suppress her laughter.
Johnny stared at Candice, the brunette with long flowing hair, a cute smile, and a cute personality. I wish I could be with her, he thought. She’s just so beautiful, nice … she smells nice. But I get nervous talking to her, it’s not going to work, he thought.

“JOHNNY” bellowed the math teacher. “STOP STARING AT CANDICE AND GET DO THE WORK.” The class stared at him before bursting into laughter. Oh god, someone please kill me, thought Johnny.

“I’m ss-sorry … I’ll do my work now …” said Johnny meekly, his head hung down, eyes down casted in embarrassment. Johnny picked his acne and adjusted his glasses. Please let the class end soon, thought Johnny. I just want to go home and play some video games, perhaps masturbate a bit before eating dinner. And do homework. Then sleep.

The bell rung and Johnny walked home from school; he shuffled his feet, his eyes staring at the ground.

Why can’t I just be popular with the girls and have friends, he thought. I’m good person. What the heck is wrong with this world? Why can’t a smart guy like me, get a cute girl like Candice? Perhaps I should buy her a rose and chocolate? Yes … that sounds good. He rubbed his hands together in glee.

That night, Johnny masturbated, played video games, and did his homework like any usual night … except! He bought chocolate and flowers, even ought it’s May 01.

>>2959035

Chapter 02: Math Class

Johnny clutched the chocolate and flowers as he went to school.
“Is that flowers for your mom,” Chris chortled. Chris is Johnny’s best and only friend.
“S-shut up … Chris.”
“Seriously, who’s the flower for?” he said inquisitively.
“It’s a secret.” Johnny said defensively. He planned to give Candice chocolate after school today.

Candice was surrounded by her friends, semi-popular girls. They were at the lockers, relaxing after school.

Johnny took a deep breath. He couldn’t breathe, so he took out his inhaler – just in case. He waddled up to Candice and her friends.

“Hi …” said Johnny, his eyes downcast.
“Oh, hello there, Johnny!” beamed Candice. “What’s up?”
“I h-have something … for you,” he said. He presented her the flowers and chocolate. He had smiled wanly. Her friends giggled; one rolled her eyes.

“Thanks, I guess,” said Candice. “But hmm, it’s May. What is the special occasion?
“N-nothing … it’s just to show … my appreciation to you,” said Johnny, “For b-being nice to me.” He scratched his head and arms out of nervousness. Then he scratched his ass, and Candice friends burst into laughter. They cackled in front of him. One even pointed a finger at him while she laughed.

Candice placed a finger on her lips and hushed her friends.

“Thanks Johnny,” she beamed and patted his shoulder. “Thanks a lot … I like it. Anyways, we have to go now. See you later in math class!”

“Bye …” said Johnny. He stared at Candice legs and hair when she walked away. I want to be with her, forever and ever, thought Johnny. She’s so pure and innocent, like an angel from above. Only if I can express my true feelings to her, then she would fall in love with me. We would make a good couple, and my parents would be proud of me.

Chapter 03: The Call

Johnny answered his cell phone.

“Hello, Johnny?” said a snarky voice.
“H-hi. Who’s this?”
“It’s Emma. You know, Candice’s friend.”
“Oh … Hi. How did you get my phone n-number? N-nevermind, what’s up?” said Johnny, trying to play it cool. Hardly anyone ever calls his cellphone, besides his parents, and Uncle Max.

“Yeah, about this afternoon … you seem to be a nice guy, but Candice has boys lined up waiting for her. You think a pretty girl like her wouldn’t have anyone?”
“W-why you’re telling me this …”

“Because, you shouldn’t even try,” said Emma. “You’re trying to date someone out of your league, you’re just a wall paper in class.”

“W-why you’re telling me this …” Johnny repeated, tears filled up his eye sockets.
“You’re fat and ugly,” Emma said, her voice ice cold. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being mean. I just want to tell you that so you don’t bug her anymore, because Candice is a nice girl. I know your type, you’re the stalker kind.”

Johnny hung up the phone and threw it across the room. Tears streamed down his face; small puddles formed on his floor. What did I do to deserve this, thought Johnny; oh god, why is everyone so mean. I’m just being nice and giving her flowers and chocolates. I never asked people to be so nasty. Why can’t I be with Candice? What a cruel world. Why do I even bother living in this world. Why am I even born?

That night he skipped dinner.

“But you never skipped dinner,” his mom mused, “anything wrong?”
“N-nothing mom …” he said. He didn’t even masturbate that night, and it was his favourite activity.

There was a knock on the door, it was Uncle Max.

Chapter 04: Depression

Johnny clutched the controller to his chest; the TV wasn’t turned on. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. The phone rang. Johnny picked it up.

“HEY!” yelled Chris, “Why aren’t you over dude? You’re missing out on the fun, we’re playing this new shooting game that just got released. You can kill zombies and aliens. ZOMBIES AND ALIENS, YOU HEARD?”

“I don’t feel like doing anything,” moaned Johnny. “I just want to … be a-alone …” He threw himself into his bed. His bed sheet was Sponge Bob, Square Pants.
“What’s wrong?” said Chris, “Are you … heart broken or something?!” Christ tried his best to suppress his snickering but Johnny heard it.

“Ha ha, y-you’re funny …” said Johnny, “I might come later … maybe.” And he hung up. He wasn’t going anywhere today. I’m depressed as heck, thought Johnny. I don’t eat, I don’t drink, I don’t even play video games anymore. So this is what being love sick feels like? I just want to die; might as well jump off a bridge or something. It hurts too much to live. Screw this cruel world.
Someone kicked down his bed room door. It was Uncle Max; he was in his early 30s, with a boyish face and a permanent grin on his face. He also had a ton of muscles.

“W-what you’re doing here …” said Johnny, shocked.
“I just came back in town,” he replied, with a grin. “I was traveling in Asia. I ate a couple snakes and beat up some panda bear.” He said, throwing some punches into the air.
“Th-that’s nice …” Johnny replied in a glumly.
“Something wrong, young man?” Uncle max said, staring him down. “Did your mom caught you …. MASTURBATING?!” he chuckled.
“N-not funny …” said Johnny. He checked his pants to make sure there is no semen stain. There isn’t; Johnny sighed in relief.

“I’m just kidding,” said Max. He threw a motorcycle helmet at Johnny. “Let’s go outside and check out some hot chicks, that will cheer you up.”

Johnny clung to Max’s back, as they rode down the high way. Max jammed the accelerator with his foot, and they zoom pass by cars, trucks and old ladies driving in mini-vans. Riding a motorcycle is dangerous; one slip and it spells nasty injuries, including missing skin and testicles. But Johnny didn’t care because he wanted to die. Perhaps I should jump off a bridge and drown, he thought. I heard it’s painless, like going to sleep after a tiring day. It will all be over and I’ll sleep in peace.

Later they stopped by for some burgers and fries at a run-down joint.
“They serve the best burger in town!” mused Max, as they walked into the restaurant. The waitress came over to serve them; pretty, blond, 18 years old, tight body.

“Hi guys,” said the waitress in a soft voice.
“Hello darling,” said Max, “I heard the waitress flirt here. Tell me your best lines.” The waitress blushed.
“We do serve the best burgers here,” she said lamely. “What can I get for you?”
“We’ll have two large burgers, stuffed with everything. You know. I’m on a diet, as you can see …” The waitress giggled.

“Yes, I can definitely see,” she agreed, as she checked out Max budging bicep and boyish hair. She did not check out Johnny. “I’ll be back soon!” she said, enthused. Max winked at her.
There was soft music playing in the background but Johnny paid no attention but instead, stared out into the window.
“Okay champ,” said Max. “What’s the problem? Getting caught masturbating by your mom isn’t so bad.”

“I-it’s not that …” Johnny stared at the trees, birds and skies.
“Then what it is, you can tell me. I keep secrets, that’s what uncles do.”

“Okay …” Johnny said reluctantly. He slowly re-told the stories. “And then Emma said I was fat and ugly and I shouldn’t talk to Candice anymore …”
“Don’t worry, I’ll punch her vagina for you,” said Max. “You’ll see me in the newspaper next week with the head line: Grown Man Caught Punching High School Girl’s Vagina” Johnny mustered a laugh.

(Yeah, I pasted this from MS word, the formatting is just messed up)

OP here, so yeah. My goal right is writing 1500 words per day (then eventually to 2000 words per day, everyday) and gradually improve my writing, including grammar and prose.

The chapters are too short

>>2959039
>We would make a good couple, and my parents would be proud of me.

>>2959062
Yeah I know, I have to lengthen it; it's just the first draft.

>>2959064
plz leave 4ever

where can I read the rest of this?

it's left me wanting more already. I AM Johnny!

I like this Max character

>>2959102

Thanks, I just wrote the chapters today. I'll write more tomorrow and post it.

>>2959138

LOL, Max is the classic pimp daddy.

>>2959147
OP here, I'm starting to understand now. The chapters I write are mere outlines. I think writing a novel is like drawing - you do the outlines first, then you add the details. I'll write about another 500 words, for a total of 2000 words today before I sleep.

>>2950904

“So this is what you do,” continued Max, “You play it cool and ignore Candice. Girls love it when you ignore them. It drives them crazy,” Max put a cigarette in his mouth.

The smell of freshly grilled burgers lingered in the air; the waitress delivered the burgers, full of grease and salt. Max stared at her behind, unabashed. “Thanks darling,” he said. Johnny felt a bit better when bit the burger; some of the burger juice squirted into the floor and table.
“Oh yeah,” said Max, he put the cigarette down.
“Hmm?”
“You’re going to be in grade 12 this upcoming September, right?”
“Y-yes …”
“Cool. You got plenty of time then,” Max said, cryptically. Johnny didn’t bother asking Max to elaborate.

I’m going to write Candice a nice, long letter, thought Johnny, I’m going to fully express my feelings so she doesn’t misunderstand me. I’ll confess my love, and she’ll be so touched by it … she’ll fall in love with me. I’ll show her my poetic self, how soft and sensitive I am. She’ll love me … it will be like Romeo and Juliet. I’ll write the letter tonight and give it to her in Math class tomorrow. It’s either now or never.

>>2959263

They finished the burger in record time. Max waved the waitress over.
“Are you even old enough to work here,” asked Max.
“What do you mean,” said the waitress. She brushed her hair to the side.
“I mean, you don’t even look old enough to serve alcohol.”
“I can!” she protested. “I’m 18! How old are you”
Max chuckled. “I’m old enough to drink and drive. It’s my hobby.” He pointed to his motorcycle parked in front of the restaurant.
“Oh, nice bike,” she exclaimed. “It’s scary riding a bike but I love it,”
“You can ride it if you’re nice enough” said Max, smoothly.
“REALLY?” she said, excitedly.
“Yeah … if you’re nice enough.” Later the waitress wrote her phone number on the napkin, with her name, phone number and “Please call me” with a smiley drawn.

Max and Johnny rode off into the sun set; Max sped down the highway like usual, passing by cars, trucks and middle aged moms driving mini-vans. One of these days, thought Johnny, we’re going to die or get chased by the cops. I’m scared. Mom, help me.

The motorcycle stopped in front of Johnny’s house.
“See you later, champ,” said Max. His made a gun sign with his hand and shot Johnny. Without waiting for a reply, Max sped off down the street. The loud motorbike echoed throughout the neighbourhood.

Chapter 04: The Love Letter

** I'm done writing for today; tomorrow I'll write 2000 words. Dat feel writing 2000 words everyday like a boss.

>>2959265
Chapter 04: The Love Letter

It was close to midnight, and Johnny was pacing around in his room. He was going to write the love letter but unsure how. He turned on the TV and clutched his video game controller. He played for a few minutes before he muttered to himself. “I’m going to do this!”
He sat down and penned a short letter to Candice:

“Dear Candice,

I think you’re an amazing person. I love your smile, your eyes and the hand bag you always bring to class. Your voice is like sweet music to my ears. You’re always nice and kind to me, and I think I’m falling for you. I’m want to make it clear that I LOVE you and it hurts me when I think of you dating another guy (which you aren’t, right?) Please give me a chance and I’ll show you how amazing I am.

Sincerely yours, Johnny”

He carefully folded the letter in half and tucked it inside his bag. Make sure I don’t forget, thought Johnny. Tomorrow I’m going to give her this letter, no matter what. I believe in myself that I can do this even though it’s nerve wrecking. Johnny took out his inhaler and inhaled deeply.

He hugged his pillow and, pretending it is Candice. “This is pathetic,” Johnny thought. “But g-god, I can’t help it … I love you so much Candice. You’re so nice and lovely and you smell so good. If she rejects me, it’s going to hurt so much. But I am going to do it.”

He looked at himself in the mirror; an overweight 17 years old boy with acne and thick glasses stared back at him. He forced himself to smile but couldn’t. He shut off the lights, took off his glasses, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

(oh, god, I can't stop writing .the characters are coming alive)

>>2953047
Wait, 50 Shades of Grey has asshole fisting?
>brb, heading to the library

>op publishes this book.
>it garners a lot of attention, but isn't quite a hit
>some blogger writes an expose on the book using the /lit/ archives and reveals op's disingenuous intentions
>book garners shitload of attention, becomes best seller
>literature industry exposed
>literature gets demoted to shit-tier artform
>nobody pretends to read anymore
>goodreads melts
>franzen committs seppuku
>jk rowling goes on jay leno but is treated like a jersey shore cast member
>everybody laughs at aspiring writers (even more than now)
>libraries are burned to the ground
>victory

>this thread has so much potential
you gotta slip in some satire that will go over the heads of the fanbase but shows your ultimate disdain for them

also, there needs to be a super pretentious scene at some point in the book so everyone can point to it and be like, "oh yeah, this book is so fucking edgy / clever"

GODSPEED

>>2959353

Chapter 05: Confession

It was dark and cloudy early morning. Johnny shuffled to school with Chris.
“So, this video game,” said Chris, “You could actually visit strip clubs. Isn’t that cool? I always get lap dances from the stripper, then I beat them up and get my money back! Ha.”

“Oh, c-cool…” said Johnny absent mindedly.
“Yup, sometimes I wish I could see their boobs. Video game boobs! Imagine that. My dad plays the video game, too. You should try it. HEY – are you listening to me?!”

“Y-yeah …”
“You’re day dreaming again, Johnny. You used to come over and play video games, and now you don’t anymore. What’s up with that? You’re missing out on the fun. You’re just not the same anymore.”

“W-well … I’m … I’m confessing to this girl I like. I’m n-nervous … that’s all … sorry I don’t mean to be distanced or anything.” They stopped at the lights.
“Confessing to a girl? Ha. Okay, good luck with that!” said Chris, “once she becomes your girlfriend please bring her over, so I can show her the boobs in the video game.”

“S-sure…” They were at school now. Johnny gulped when he opened the math class room door open. This is it, he thought. It’s now or never.

Candice and Emma pranced into the room, before the teacher came.
“Good m-morning,” said Johnny, his heart thumping. “Th-this … it’s for you.” He gave her the paper and raced back to his desk. Before Candice had a chance to open it, Emma snatched the letter. Emma face glowed, then she burst into laughter.

>>2959421
“Dear Candice,” Emma said, reading the letter out loud. “I think you’re an amazing person. I love your smile, your eyes and the hand bag – HEY, I’M READING THAT.”

“The letter isn’t for you,” said Candice, quietly. She peeked at Johnny; he buried his face into his arms. She wasn’t sure if he was sleeping or crying. Candice did not spoke to Johnny for the rest of the day.

It’s the end of the day and Johnny wasn’t sure what to think. Is Candice going to talk to him or something? Candice sometimes visit the math class afterschool to do her homework. Perhaps, thought Johnny, she’s there right now. Johnny marched to the math class room and peered through the window.

His heart fluttered when he saw Candice. She’s sat on top of the desk … KISSING A GUY? The guy is the jock, a member of the football team. Oh god, he’s licking her neck, observed Johnny. He’s licking her neck! Oh god, what the hell! Johnny kicked the door in frustration and ran to his locker. He ran out of breath, desperately inhaling and exhaling; he needed his asthma inhaler.

He opened his locker and a letter fell. It’s his confession letter he wrote to Candice, except there’s red pen writing all over it.

It read:

“Seriously?! Who do you think you are? You’re soooooo fat and ugly. Go be ugly somewhere else. I mentally puked when I read your note. Then I physically puked some more into the garbage can. Thanks a lot, fattie.”

Fattie. The words echoed in his mind. Tears formed in his eye socket until it became a well. He cried as he puffed on his asthma inhaler. Oh god, why is this world so cruel, thought Johnny. I’m going to kill myself. I’m going to do it tonight. There’s no point in living anymore.

>>2959393
I'm not sure if there's fisting in the book, I just made it up.

>>2959409
LOL!

>>2959418
Thanks, I'm still writing the fat girl story, it will be my second novel. My first novel is about the asspie Johnny, I'm going to call the book "The boy who loved Candice"

>>2959425

Chapter 06: Over the bridge

Johnny sat in the back of his mom’s mini-van. He stared at everyone leaving school. Rain pelt the windows.

“How was your day at school, my little baby,” said his mom.
“It was okay, mom,” he said. I have to try my best to pretend everything is normal, thought Johnny. I don’t want anyone stopping me from jumping off a bridge tonight. Tonight … I’ll die alone, peacefully drifting in the river. Why bother living in this cruel Earth? I’ll always be alone. So dying alone isn’t so bad.

That night he quietly ate dinner like usual. He waved his mom goodbye, mentally thanking her for everything she has done for him so far. I’ll miss you, mom, thought Johnny. It pains me to leave you but it pains me more to live. I’m a failure anyways, it’s better if I just leave and never return.
He opened the door.

“Where you going, Johnny?” his mom said off handedly.
“Oh, j-just going for a walk …” his voice trailed off.
“Okay but be back soon, Uncle Max said he’s coming over. He said he has a present for you.”
“I will, mom,” he replied. Uncle Max, thought Johnny. He’s a cool guy. I’ll miss him too.

>>2959449

Johnny walked outside the door, wearing a hood and blue jeans. Rain pelt on his face. After walking for 30 minutes, he came to the bridge. Underneath the bridge is a fast moving river, wide and deep enough for Johnny to drown in. Johnny always stared at the river when he’s riding the motorcycle with Max. They often pass by this bridge to the burger joint.

“Good bye, cruel world,” cried Johnny, as he climbed on the bridge’s rail. “I …. P-perhaps I’ll meet you in another life time, Candice. I love you.” He leaped off the bridge and plunged deep into the river. The water enveloped him, pulling him down. He inhaled the water; he felt light headed. This will all be over soon, he thought.

Johnny blacked out but he saw images. It was like a movie; he had flash backs of his childhood, back when he was happy in pre-school. All the kids played with him in the sand box. In middle school, his mother cried when he graduated; she bought him a new guitar the following day. Then he saw Candice, her face, her smile, her flowing hair.

Good bye, cruel world, thought Johnny. That was his last conscious memory.

>>2959452
Noooo, i wanted to see johnny and max fuck up that football player

>>2959452
Chapter 07: Rebirth

Johnny woke up to a man kissing his lips.

“Oh god,” Johnny puked out water. Johnny blinked, the clouds still dark, lingering above. This must be the underworld, thought Johnny. And I have a man – or woman? – kissing my lips. Perhaps it’s Candice?

“Wake up!” the man said. He slapped Johnny across the face. The voice sounded familiar. Johnny squinted … it’s Uncle Max!
“Wake up, Champ,” said the voice again. “Is bathing in the river your hobby or something? I had to fish you out of there. Look! I’m half naked and I lost my socks.” Max was indeed half naked; he was in his underwear.

“Where am I …” said Johnny, still incoherent.
“You were floating in the river,” said Max. “A soccer mom pulled her car aside and screamed and fanatically pointed at the river. I thought she dropped her tampon package or something until I saw a body floating. So I ripped off my pants and shirt, and dived in. And look! It was you.”

“I …” Johnny coughed up more water. His mind was too hazy to think but he saw a small crowd of people gathering around him.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,“ said Max.

>>2959497

“Aren’t you going to call the ambulance?” chirped an old lady.
“Sorry ma, ambulance is for old people. He’s riding on the motorcycle.”
With that, he sped Johnny back to his home. Still drenched and half naked, Max knocked on the door.

“Oh gosh, what happened?!” Johnny mom’s squeaked. She stared at her son, who’s still dazed and confused.

“Water fight. We’ll be back in a second.” said Max. He carried Johnny up to his room; Johnny collapsed into the floor like a sack of potatoes.

“Listen, Champ …” said Max, in a serious tone. “People don’t trip and fall into rivers. I know you threw yourself in there. Over what? Over a girl? Don’t be stupid. But let’s pretend … that you’re dead. The old you IS dead. The new you starts tomorrow. Re- incarnated. Your ass is mine,” he bellowed and let out an evil laughter. “See you tomorrow.”
Johnny blacked out again until the next morning.

>>2959503
>>2950904
Oh god, I wrote 3.8k words today and it's 1:00 AM. I'm going to sleep, I think writing 2,000 words per day, every day, is a good pace.

OP here, why the fuck do humans need 8 hours of sleep? I just want to sleep 3 hours per day; I envy people with insomia.

(I usually sleep 8 or I don't feel rested at all)

>>2959526

Yep. I write literary fiction and keep it at 2k words a day.

I'm sure writing trash at that pace won't be a challenge.

>>2959683
Johnny, is that you?

>>2959679
I'm coming to learn that most of my shortcomings in life thus far have been due to not getting enough sleep. I wish I could just get eight hours, but I never fall asleep and end up only being able to catch 3-4 hours.

>>2959687
Try metatonlin

>>2959683
>the fat hipster chortled, with stacks of autographed, obscure books.
>"Yep. I write literary fiction and keep it at 2k words a day. I'm sure writing trash at that pace won't be a challenge" he typed
>hahaha, that wills how him. :3

>>2959690

My post wasn't at all being condescending, sorry if it came across that way.

bump for max

>>2959687
>>2959689
Try not being a faggot. 4 hours is enough

>>2960358
Enough if you don't mind getting brain damage from sleep deprivation.

>>2959683
>I write literary fiction

>>2960368
Is that even true, I don't see how it causes brain damage. After all, people in Japan only sleep 5 hours per night with lots of naps during the day time.

Posting in here cos I don't want to shitpost with a new thread
www.wordsthatfollow.com
I'm mildly addicted, come play

OP here, I'm sitting down and doing my writing session now. Posting in this thread motivates me to write.

th-thanks guys...

OP, I want vivid descriptions of Eva getting pounded. I want to see her sides flapping and hear her gut clapping.

come back OP. I'm at work and I cant concentrate because I need to know what happens to this kid

also I think it would be cool if there was a scene where they went to a renaissance fair and Johnny had to joust against a football player.

>>2961462
Yeah that can be done

>>2961467
I'll think about that.

I'm not writing tonight because my head is pounding; I have a cold. I'm going to sleep, wake up 6-8 hours later and write 2000 words.

>>2959503
>Sorry ma, ambulance is for old people.

fuckin' lol'd

keep it coming. maybe start a wordpress or something.

>>2950904
>>2950918
instant best seller

posting in a discussion about the making of a future best seller. I may influence a best seller.

>>2950980
>it's not because I weigh as much a 3 narwhals
>pic related

>>2950981
genius

someone please archive this in case it becomes a legitimate best seller.

>>2950918
>scene #1: fat girl falls in love with hot guy. Hot guy has fat girl fetish so they start secretly dating.

>America's best seller guaranteed top 10 for the next decade!

>>2963064

“So, we’re training today,” said Max, “The point of going to the gym isn’t about muscles. It’s about self-discipline; training your mind to be tough. What do people do early in the morning? They eat junk food, they watch TV, they end up being average. You, on the other hand, won’t be average. No any more.
Max told Johnny to lay on the bench.

“We’re going to do bench press and squats until you puke,” said Max with a grin. Johnny lifted the bar into the arm, his arms wobbled.
“I-I can’t do it! I’m scared!” he whimpered, “what if it falls on my neck?!”
“Don’t worry, I’m here to spot you. Now bring it down to your chest, and push it back up”
Johnny lowered the weight into his chest; he felt light headed, his muscles burning. He wanted to puke.
“Do 5 more repetition!” bellowed Max.

“I JUST CAN’T” pleaded Johnny, snot running down his nose. “Oh g-god!” He summoned his last energy to push up the weight but his body gave way; the bar crashed down to his chest but Max lifted the bar off Johnny before it hit him.
Johnny rolled off the bench; he wanted to vomit. Snot ran down his nose, with massive beads of sweat dripping down his face. He hacked and gagged.
Max had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Today is the day you become a man,” said Max. “Remembered that you already died. This is your second chance at life to become the person you always wanted to be.”
After an hour of training, they went to a local deli – instead of the usual burger place. Max dropped Johnny off.
“See you later, Champ. My 18 years old waitress girlfriend is waiting for me.”

Chapter 08: Boot camp

Johnny eyes shot opened. I’m still alive, he thought. Why am I still alive? Death felt so peaceful. I want to change but I can’t. I’m stuck the way I am. It’s just me. Please just let me die.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
“GOOD MORNING, SUN SHINE. YOU’RE MY SUN SHINE, MY BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE.” A voice bellowed. It was Uncle Max, in his ripped jeans and tight fit t-shirt.
“Uh …”
“We’re going for breakfast. Let’s go, Champ.”
“But I have a history quiz t-today …”
“Screw that. Let’s go.”

They walked through the front door. Johnny inhaled the first morning air, and noticed the old joggers shuffling on the side walk. The sky seems more vivid, so bright and colorful, thought Johnny. I feel more alive now. Everything just looks so clear …
Like usual, they sped down the highway as Max jammed his foot on the accelerator. They stopped in front of an old building; the sign said: “Gold Gym”

“I … th-thought we’re going for breakfast?”
“Breakfast is something you earned, not freely given”. They hurried into the gym. Johnny eyes widen when he the gym owner, a massive man with biceps the size of car tires.
“Hey what’s up Big Ron,” said Max; he pat the massive body builder on the back.

“Y-you’re HUGE” blurted out Johnny.
“Thanks, you can too if you try,” said Big Ron, the body builder. He winked at Johnny.

Chapter 09: School Time

Johnny felt really sore, so he asked his mother to drive him to school.
“Mom … wh-what does Uncle Max do for a living?” said Johnny, as he stared at the pretty girls walking to school.
“He sold his business in his late 20s; he had some sort of marketing company or something. Why you asked?”
“J-just curious … cause he always vacation and t-travels …”
“If you work hard in school, you can end up traveling like him,” his mom smiled.
“I … I’ll try my best, mom.”

Johnny spent the day loss in thoughts. What if … what if I can become a better person, thought Johnny. What if Uncle Max is right? Maybe I can lose weight and get muscles. Maybe I can get rid of acne and get myself a cute girlfriend like Candice. What if … oh god, I don’t think I can do it. This is nothing more then a day dream, I should be happy with my video games.
During lunch, he ate pizza with Chris.

“So what are you too?!” beamed Chris, “You haven’t been over for two WEEKENDS. TWO WEEKENDS, man! Did you find yourself a girlfriend or something?” Suddenly he was suspicious; Johnny didn’t tell him about his failure with Candice or the failed suicide.

“N-no … just … busy. You know.” He said, his eyes darted left and right.
“Okay man, just come over this tomorrow, okay?! We got to play the video games with the strippers and boobs. Strippers and boobs! You’ll love it, I promise.”

>>2963191

“Sure…”
The afternoon consisted of art class and history, with boring teachers rambling on and on. Johnny stared at the clock, wishing it would tick faster. Finally, the bell rang. Johnny ran out to the front door, he just wanted to go home.

A motorcycle parked in front of the school.
“HEY CHAMP!” said the voice.
“Oh … h-hiii Uncle Max” said Johnny.

“Hop on the bike, we’re going to some place cool.” A group of high school girls stared at Max with gaping mouths. One chirped, “Hey can you give me a ride?”; the group giggled.
“Maybe some other time,” said Max, winking. They sped off, ignoring the maximum speeding limit like usual. They arrived at a sports bar with plenty of Harvey Davidson motorcycles parked in front. Multiple TVs on the wall played multiple sports channel, and some grimly big men who look like they’re up to no good.

Johnny waddled to the bar stool; this is his first time at such venue.
“What can I get for you,” the bartender said to Max.
“4 shots of whiskey on the rocks,” replied Johnny. The bartender shrivelled her head and looked at Johnny. He gulped.
“Aren’t you … too young to be here?” the bartender said, rising her eye brows.

“He’s turning 39 next month” Max interjected. “He just looks young because does yoga, you know?” Max had a dead serious look to his face. The bartender nodded, as she poured the drinks.
Johnny snipped the drink; it burnt his throat. He hacked a little bit.
Max smiled.
“Do you know why I brought you here today, Champ?”
“W-why …” said Johnny, his eyes darting to the gang of bikers sitting across the room.

>>2963193
“I brought you here because they serve good scotch. Also because … I want you to become the best man you can be,” he took a swig, gulping down the glass, “You’re about to become a grown man but nobody gave you a life manual. So people grow up to become man children, with no purpose or direction in life.”
“What do you m-mean …”

“People who work average jobs, with average girlfriends, with average lives. They also die an average death, fat and old and sickly. They don’t exert enough effort into their daily lives; they take comfort in being with their average friends. You’ll be different, Champ.”

Max stared at Johnny with intense eyes; Johnny became more self-conscious, so he became picking on his acne and adjusted his glasses.

Reaching into pocket, Max took out a military dog tag, a necklace soldiers wear around their necks.
“This is for you,” he said, as he placed the dog tag onto Johnny’s neck. Johnny squinted at the text engraved, it said “Johnny the Champ.”
“Th-thanks …” said Johnny.
A drunken biker – filled with tattoos and leather jacket – stumbled towards the bar counter.

>>2963195
“Give me more drinks!” yelled the biker.
“Hmm,” said the bartender timidly. “I think you had enough, it’s against the law to give alcohol to drunken patrons.”
“I SAID GIVE ME IT. SHUT UP AND DO YOUR JOB.” He reached into his wallet and threw cash into her face.
“Hey!” said Max. “Have some class.”
“AND YOU,” the biker said. “SHUT UP BEFORE I PUT A HOLE IN YOUR FACE.”

Johnny trembled, his eyes darted across the room to the biker’s friends who noticed the commotion.
“P-please s-stop…” whimpered Johnny, his heart racing. The biker winded up his arm, and smacked Johnny across the face. Johnny fell off the chair; his glasses flew across the room.
Max slammed his fist onto the biker’s nose. A fountain of blood sprayed everywhere.

“HE BROKE MY NOSE!” yelped the biker. All hell broke loose when his friends ran towards Max. A fat and huge biker swung his football sized fist at Max, aiming for his head. Max narrowly dodged the punch by leaning back; he swiftly kicked the biker’s testicles. Johnny heard a loud crunch. Max then grabbed the biker’s head and slammed it against the bar counter. The bartender shrieked, “OH MY GOD!!!!!!”

Max grabbed an empty beer bottle by the neck and smashed it across another biker’s head. Without stopping, he jammed the broken bottle into another bike’s face. Jagged glass pierced the biker’s eyes.

A freakishly tall biker grabbed Max from behind in a bear hold. “YOU’RE DEAD, HAHAHA!” said the tall biker, nodding to his friends.” His friends rushed towards Max. The biker was about to punch Max’s face when a chair hit him square on the head. It was Johnny who threw the chair.

>>2963197
>>2963197
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“HE GOT A KNIFE!” yelped the bartender.

The biker wielding the knife lunged forward, trying to stab Max deep in the gut. Max blocked the knife with his right arm which resulted in a nasty gaping hole. Max felt nothing with adrenaline coursing through his vein. He punched the biker in the throat, before slamming his foot into the biker’s penis.

Blood dripped down Max’s arm. His clothes is ripped and tattered. The dog like snarl on Max’s face was frightening.

“I’m not their friends. I mean, I just met them today” said the biker softly, as he edged towards the bathroom door.

Johnny and Max stumbled out of the front door. As per usual, Max sped down the road, passing by cars, trunks and middle age moms driving mini-vans.

Bah, OP here. I still have 500 words to write before the day ends. I'll write it later tonight.

>>2963213
ok, you're doing pretty good OP, I'm enjoying the thread so far.

OP, IIRC you were talking about the Hero's Journey somewhere.

You should look into The Hero with a Thousand Faces by Campbell, or at least google Monomyth.

And yes, "monomyth" was taken from Finnigans Wake

>>2963354
Campbell? Pfft, pleb. You have to read The Golden Bough first. Yeah the 12 volume edition, what are you some sort of day-tripper?

>>2963363
Cry me a fucking river of tears.

From what I can tell, OP doesn't have infinite time, and while I'm sure that's a wonderful book, as you said, it is 12 volumes.

>>2963371
What? That's not how you use that phrase. I could've said the same about Thousand Faces because it's a damn long book but I didn't because I'm not some whiny dickhead who actually expects OP to stop writing and read one of these 1000 page books.

>>2963390
I said look into, I never said read. Also, I was trying to help, not sell books.

Though you're right on with me misusing that phrase, good catch.

>>2963354
Yeah I read the cliff notes of the monomyth, the 12 step journey. I spent about 1.5 hours studying it.

Can you guys help me with my grammar? Which one of the following is correct when writing past tense.

A) He chugged down the beer while staring at the waitress
B) He chugged down the beer and stared at the waitress

Can A still be correct?

>>2963193
>“4 shots of whiskey on the rocks,” replied Johnny
isnt this a bit out of character? seems like something Max would say. you should explain it a bit like "Johnny always wanted to try alcohol".

>>2963555
Whoops, that was suppose to be Max's line. Thanks for spotting it.

>>2963401
Fair enough. The Golden Bough is good though, if you liked 1000 Faces you'll probably like it more. You don't have to read the 12 volume version, it's not even being printed any more - the abridged version is barely 200 page longer than 1000 faces. Really worth it though.

Chapter 10: Average Lives

The next day, Johnny was at Chris’s house, playing video games.
“Okay man, check this out. You walk up to the stripper,” said Chris, “And you press X. Then you’ll get a lap dance and see her boobs. It’s glorious and epic!” The stripper removed her bra for the strip dance, revealing pixel boobs. They both stared at the boobs in awe.

They played video games for a bit. Johnny’s phone rang.
“Yes mom?”

“Johnny!” the voice on the other line sounded hysterical. “Uncle Max is in the hospital! He’s in the emergency room! Oh Goodness, I’ll pick you up in 10 minutes.” She hanged up the phone.

Johnny scratched his head; he felt sick in the pit of his stomach. This isn’t good, thought Johnny. Perhaps Uncle Max crashed his bike or something since he’s always speeding. But why would he ride the bike when he’s injured? Hmm.

>>2963805
Johnny’s mother picked him up and sped to the hospital in their mini-van. They burst into the emergency room; Johnny covered his mouth in shock. Max had a huge knife stuck in his neck, with blood still gushing out; his face was full of bruises; his eyes swelled to the size of tennis balls. Max’s body was lifeless.

“What are you doing in here?!” said the nurse, his eye brows furrowed. “Get out!”
“But he’s my brother!” cried Johnny’s mom.
“I’m sorry madame but you have to get out, the doctors are operating on him.”
Johnny clutched his chest; he started to hyperventilate.

“U-UNCLE MAX!” screamed Johnny, as he rushed aside the operating table. Max’s eyes stared at him and slowly formed a weak smile. Max moved his lips but no words came out.

“Uncle Max …” Johnny whimpered. Two security officers ran into the room and escorted Johnny and his mother out.

Max was later pronounced dead from massive blood loss; apparently a security camera from a nearby store spotted Max getting attacked and stabbed by 3 people riding Harley Davidsons.

>>2963806
Chapter 11: The Funeral

Over 300 people showed up to Max’s funeral.
“We are here today to remember Max,” said the elderly man in a suit. “He was a brother … an uncle ... an upstanding citizen. Most people will remember him for his drive and motivation. He as a kind man who wasn’t afraid to lend a helping hand to others …”

Johnny thoughts drifted off. He was too sad to listen. He wanted to cry but the tears wouldn’t flow; he was too shocked. It doesn’t feel real, thought Johnny. Uncle Max isn’t dead, right? This is just a joke, RIGHT? Like an April’s fool joke of some sort. Oh god, no it isn’t.

It was time for the open casket viewing. Johnny stared at Max’s face, his eyes closed.

>>2963807
“Rest in p-peace, Uncle Max …” whispered Johnny, “Thanks for everything. I p-promise to make you proud. Rest in p-peace, you were the best uncle I ever had …” Tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the casket. Johnny felt his hard pounding hard; he was gasping for breath again, as he frantically searched for his asthma inhaler. He couldn’t take it anymore as he ran out of the room, inhaling his asthma puffer.
“W-WHYYYYYYYYY!” screamed Johnny, “WHY IS THIS WORLD SO UNFAIR AND CRUEL. WHY!”

(Well, I wrote 2000 words today. Time to rest and write 2000 words tomorrow)

>>2963808
OP here, I can't wait until I reach unconscious competence for writing skills, so I can effortless write 2000 words per day without struggling SHIT NIGGA.

The goal write now is to write short chapters to finish the book, then add up more details to fill up the book with more pages; I know the chapters lack description and such. Then I'll publish it on Amazon.

After I'm done writing this book, I'm going to write the "Average fat American high school girl falls in love with Jock guy with fat fetish".

Yes, I'll post it here.

>tfw writing 2000 words per day isn't so bad

you motherfucker

Uncle Max. BAWWW!!! ;__;

OP here, I went to the library and borrowed "the complete handbook to novel writing" (400 pages), and "The shortcuts for the student writer" (150 pages), I'm pretty excited learn how to write, can't wait to become unconscious competence where I can church out 2000 words per day like Sephten King like ain't no thang.

Chapter 11: The Funeral

Over 300 people showed up to Max’s funeral.
“We are here today to remember Max,” said the elderly man in a suit. “He was a brother … an uncle ... an upstanding citizen. Most people will remember him for his drive and motivation. He as a kind man who wasn’t afraid to lend a helping hand to others …”

Johnny thoughts drifted off. He was too sad to listen. He wanted to cry but the tears wouldn’t flow; he was too shocked. It doesn’t feel real, thought Johnny. Uncle Max isn’t dead, right? This is just a joke, RIGHT? Like an April’s fool joke of some sort. Oh god, no it isn’t.

It was time for the open casket viewing. Johnny stared at Max’s face, his eyes closed.
“Rest in p-peace, Uncle Max …” whispered Johnny, “Thanks for everything. I p-promise to make you proud. Rest in p-peace, you were the best uncle I ever had …” Tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the casket. Johnny felt his hard pounding hard; he was gasping for breath again, as he frantically searched for his asthma inhaler. He couldn’t take it anymore as he ran out of the room, inhaling his asthma puffer.

>>2965716
“W-WHYYYYYYYYY!” screamed Johnny, “WHY IS THIS WORLD SO UNFAIR AND CRUEL. WHY! W-WHAT … DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS!”

He kneeled on the floor and whimpered. Max’s last words echoed inside Johnny’s head: people live average lives and they die average. But they won’t be you, Champ.
More tears dripped down Johnny’s face.

“I promise, I won’t let you down,” said Johnny as he inhaled deeply. “I promise you, Uncle Max. Please rest in peace.”
Johnny clutched the dog tag around his neck and cried for another hour before he could compose himself and join everyone in the room.

>>2965718
Chapter 12: The Run

Johnny woke up to the sound of a buzzing alarm; he squinted at his alarm clock – it read 5:30 AM. He rubbed his eyes; he never woke up early before. He got up, brushed his teeth and drank some water.
“See you later, old friend,” he said as he unplugged his video game consoles. He placed it on his backpack. Trying his best not to wake up his mother, he carried the TV downstairs into the basement.
“No more video games,” he whispered to himself as he tied on his shoes. The sun haven’t rise yet, as he jogged down the street. His asthma puffer jiggled in his pocket as he pounded his foot on the pavement. He passed by an old grandmother who’s on her morning walk.

Johnny stared at the skies; I have always been a lazy sack of fat, thought Johnny. I must change; for myself, for Uncle Max … for Candice. I don’t want to waste my life away anymore, playing video games, masturbating, this just gets so old. I have to change myself. I have to …
Johnny started to have trouble breathing so he whipped out his asthma puffer and inhaled deeply. An old grandmother passed by Johnny.

“Don’t try to run so fast, sonny!” quipped the grandmother.
“I … I’ll try n-not too …” said Johnny. He shuffled home, ate a quick breakfast of oatmeal (he usually eats bacons and eggs), before heading to the pawn shop.

>>2965772
“H-hello … I would like to sell this,” said Johnny. The pawn shop owner was a tall, fat Asian man.
“Hee haw, you see video game?!” said the Asian man with the thick accent. “Why you no like video games no more? You big boy!”

“Hmm y-yes, I guess,” replied Johnny. The Asian man counted his monies, and handed Johnny $100 for his video game console and games.

“Here you go big boy! You buy more food with the money, hee hee.” The Asian man chuckled some more.

“Th-thanks …” said Johnny. Instead of riding his bike home, we went to the gym. Gold gym.
His legs and lunges burnt as he peddled his bike in front of the gym. Beads of sweat ran down his face and back. He stumbled into the gym, with cash in hand. He spotted Big Ron in the corner, lifting a ton of weight over his head.

“E-excuse me …” said Johnny.
“YEAH BUDDY, YEAAAAH” shout Big Ron. He shriveled his head and spotted Johnny, “OH HEY. What can I do for you big man?”
“I w-would like to join the gym, please.” He handed Big Ron the money; Ron looked at Johnny and raised his eye brows.
“I’m not taking your money,” said Big Ron, “this is a serious gym. If you’re training, you got to train. I would rather see you train for a year, rather than train for a few days and quit.”

“I will t-train hard!” protested Johnny, “I’m serious …” Big Ron stared at Johnny as if for eternally, before he said, “Alright.”
Johnny trained. He bench, squat and dead lift until he was drenched in sweat; Big Ron observed him in the background, nodding in approval. “Good good!” said Big Ron, when Johnny passed out. He didn’t puffed his asthma inhaler in time.

(the formatting sucks when i paste it here but it's nice when it's on ms doc. weird)

>>2965774
Chapter 13: Last Day

It’s the last day of school. It was lunch time, and Johnny and Chris sat at the table, with a few other friends. They were playing some sort of card game involving magic and wizards.

“Summer is about to start! You excited?!” beamed Chris.

“S-sort of … I guess,” said Johnny. He glanced across the room and stared at Candice and her friends sitting in the popular table. The jock guy was also sitting with Candice. Johnny stared too long because the Jock caught eyes with Johnny. Johnny immediately cast down his eyes but it was too late.

The jock lumbered across the room, and approached Johnny’s table.
“You got a problem?” said the Jock with a smirk.
“N-no … well, yes.” said Johnny, “b-but I’m not staring at you.”
The popular girls at the table all looked at the Jock, full of anticipation. The Jock smirked.

>>2965814
“My name is Alex,” said the Jock. He grabbed a burger off the table and smothered it against Johnny’s face, “remember my name, nerd.”

Johnny whole body trembled with rage. He immediately got off his seat and awkwardly tackled Alex. Because of Johnny’s surprise tackle, Alex actually tumbled over and fell into the ground. The whole cafeteria burst into laughter.

“YOU’RE DEAD”, said Alex, as he got up and football tackled Johnny into the floor. Alex rained punches into Johnny’s nose and eyes. Blood started to drip down Johnny’s nose. Another punch to the jaw made Johnny blacked out.
Johnny saw an man wearing a full motorcycle suit in front of him, with his motorcycle helmet.

“Uncle Max?” said Johnny. The man took off his helmet and winked at Johnny.
“What’s up Champ,” said Uncle Max.
“Wh-what are you doing here in school?”
“No time to explain, Champ. But remember, front kick to the dick, and punch the throat. Keep that in mind, okay? Good luck, have fun.”

Johnny blinked, gazing up at the cafeteria ceiling. The whole crowd was cheering at Alex, as he posed. Johnny slowly got up, blood dripping down his nose.
“Don’t make me hurt you more,” sneered Alex, as he raised his fist.

Johnny charged him, raising his fist. Instead of punching, he extended his leg and kicked Alex right in the balls. An audible crunch echoed through the cafeteria. Punch his throat, echoed the voice in his head. Johnny awkwardly punched Alex in the throat; Alex immediately collapsed into the floor.

“I … I did it,” said Johnny to himself. A hand grabbed his shoulders; it was Chris.
“Oh my god what are you doing?! Let’s get out of here!” yelled Chris. They ran out of the cafeteria and all the way home.

OP is awesome.

>>2965838
Thanks for the kind words
>>2965842
Nice comic!

I only wrote 1000 words today because I haven't thought of anything yet for the next chapter.

Usually I have to walk around, pace the room and "think" in order to get the ideas.

It's midnight now, tomorrow I'll put more effort and write 1500 words at least.

Feels good man.

bump

OP here, I'm probably about 50 percent half way through writing the book, I have to complete the chapters, then I have to flesh it out by adding more descriptions and stuff.

Typing on a mechanical keyboard helps immensely, compared to a rubber dome keyboard (the cheap keyboard), or a laptop keyboard (it hurts my fingers typing on it)

Typing on a mechanical keyboard (red switches) is like typing on a cloud of books. Feels goodman.

I have a coffee in hand, ready for today's writing session. Let's go, baby!

Chapter 14: Summer Days

Johnny got black eyes but he told his mom he “tripped and fell”. Johnny spent his summer days running.

“I can’t be a fat person anymore,” Johnny muttered to himself as he raised up early in the morning. He tied his shoes and hit the road; he spot the same grandmother going for morning jog; this time he passed her and didn’t need to inhaled his asthma puffer.

This is life, thought Johnny. Perhaps life is about improving little by little every day until I become the person I want to be. Perhaps the purpose of life is to strive towards excellence. I want to become a better person, to make Uncle Max proud, to get Candice … to become a better person. I can’t live being my old self anymore.
He closed his eyes, before bursting in to a run and screamed

“YAARRRRRRRRRRR”. An elderly couple walking ahead of him got startled and gave him a weird look. “I-I WILL CHANGE!”

He jogged all the way home without stopping. He took a quick shower and changed clothes; he put on his jeans and it sagged. Weird, thought Johnny, until he realized that his waist line is smaller.
Usually Johnny would play video games but instead, he bike to go to the library.

“Can you h-help me with a b-book?” asked Johnny to the librarian.
“Sure, of course. What are you looking for,” said the old lady with glasses.

“Hm, m-meditations by Marcus A-Aurelius,” replied Johnny smiled, “I h-heard it’s a good book… on life and stuff.”
“Absolutely! Good choice,” agreed the librarian, “Right this way, down the philosophy section.”

She lead him down a isle and grabbed the book for him; at the end of isle is another student, blond, browsing through some books.
“Here it is,” she said, “It’s a really good book, be sure to finish it. If you need anything, let me know”
“Th-thanks …” Johnny stared at the blond; she was tall and pretty. “You remind me of Candice,” mumbled Johnny.

>>2967960

“I’m sorry?” said the blond; she gave him a quizzical look.

“I … I think you’re pretty,” stammered Johnny, his palms sweating. Oh god, thought Johnny. This is so nerve wrecking. Why did I even say that? She’s going to think I’m a creeper or something. Okay I have to play it cool … perhaps ask for her phone number.

“Thanks,” she replied.
“S-so … can I have your phone n-number … we’ll go for ice-cream s-sometimes,” a bead of sweat dripped down Johnny’s forehead and onto his nose. The bead of sweat dangled there, as if to mock him.

“That would be nice but I have a boyfriend,” said the blond, “Thanks for the offer though …”
“O-okay … y-you too. I mean, nice meeting y-you .” Johnny ran away; he didn’t bother to borrow the book. His hand trembled as he unlocked his bike; he paddled all the way to his home without stopping.

Later that night, he masturbated thinking of Candice.

OP here, any suggestions to add to this book?

So far this is what I got for the plot outline:


johnny sold his video games to buy gym membership
encounter with big ron and lifts weight
johnny goes jogging in the morning as a daily habit and pukes
joohnny see a single biker and seeks revengue - the firset megaphorsis
final year johnny and football challenges, who ever wins the fight gets to bring candice to the prom
johnny wins the fight, jock guy friend kicks his head in.
johnny and candice lives happily ever after, the end.

>>2967964
Chapter 15: Friendship

“Man, where are you at?” said the voice in the phone.
“At the gym,” replied Johnny.
“Well, come over soon and play some video game with me,” said Chris.
“O-okay …”

“Okay! I’ll see in a couple hours, more video game boobs.”
Johnny stared at himself in the gym’s mirror; he looks more lean and muscular now after a month of running, dieting, and lifting weights. Johnny wrapped his fingers around the iron bar and lifted the 135 pounds over his head.

“YEAAAAH BUDDY!” shout Big Ron, “GOOD FORM. VERY NICE AND SOLID. TIGHT. KEEP IT UP!”

Johnny looked at himself as he slammed the weight down. I’m not longer that fat, thought Johnny. If I keep running and weight lifting, I’ll be like those magazine models; perhaps I would get a chance with Candice then. I’ll be big and strong …

Johnny gripped the iron bar and lifted the 155 pounds over his head again before he slammed the weight down. For that moment, he felt good. I’ll beat you Alex, and get Candice, thought Johnny. And he meant it.

Johnny sat on Chris bed and watched him play his video games.
“Pew Pew, die monsters” said Chris as he blasted more aliens on the screen. Johnny watched him play, trying to enjoy the moment but something is bugged him.

“You want to play,” said Chris, handing Johnny the controller.
“No … I’m good, t-thanks …”
“Why not, it’s a fun game isn’t it?”
“It l-looks like it,” Johnny said, staring at the aliens
“Then why not play some. You’re acting strange. You changed. Heck, you don’t look the same anymore … you look thinner.”

>>2968130
“I-I’m just afraid I might get addicted to v-video games again,” said Johnny. I just don’t find video games interesting anymore, he thought. I want to be bigger, stronger. I want to get Candice.
“Okay then, you’re missing out,” Chris said, as he munched on potatoes chips and gulped down his soda pop. “Getting into the fight with Alex changed you a lot,” said Chris, as an afterthought. “You seem … so different now.”

“If you say so,” said Johnny; he shrugged and stared at the empty bottles of coke cola around Chris’s room. Half an hour later, Johnny politely excused himself and biked home. He ate dinner, and read “Meditation by Marcus Aurelius” on the Internet.
He read until he passed out.

OP here, my word count seems to be dropping from 2000 words to 1000 words, I think it's because I leave my writing to later at night (11:00 PM ish) and by then, I'm tired as fuck. I'm going to try writing at the library where it's more distraction free, to see if I can write more words, in less time.

bump

bumping relatively cool thread

how does Johnny even know who Marcus Aurelius is?

You know, for all the grammatical errors and plot holes, I have to commend OP on being dedicated to getting his writing done.

That said, where are the police in all this? It seems like the first thing they would do is find out about the bar fight the previous day and find the guys who killed Uncle Max.

>>2969750
You see, Uncle Max originally was suppose to die in a motorcycle accident overseas; Uncle Max originally was supposed to teach Johnny weight lifting and boxing also.

Perhaps I can throw in some scenes where the police interviews Johnny, or something, yeah I know that's missing.

>>2969750
You see, Uncle Max originally was suppose to die in a motorcycle accident overseas; Uncle Max originally was supposed to teach Johnny weight lifting and boxing also.

Perhaps I can throw in some scenes where the police interviews Johnny, or something, yeah I know that's missing.

>>2969750
Yeah, my attitude is, I gotta sit down and write even if I don't feel like it that day because I know eventually the book will get written.

However, I still need to improve my grammar, an learn the mechanics of writing a novel.

I cant wait till OP starts his Amazon campaign and internet marketing.

Forget the writing

OP here, I re-wrote a chapter to include some plot holes and such. Dumping it now.

Chapter 15: Friendship

“Man, where are you at?” said the voice in the phone.
“At the gym,” replied Johnny.
“Well, come over soon and play some video game with me,” said Chris.
“O-okay …”
“Okay! I’ll see in a couple hours, more video game boobs.”

Johnny stared at himself in the gym’s mirror; he looks more lean and muscular now after a month of running, dieting, and lifting weights. Johnny wrapped his fingers around the iron bar and lifted the 135 pounds over his head.

“YEAAAAH BUDDY!” shout Big Ron, “GOOD FORM. VERY NICE AND SOLID. TIGHT. KEEP IT UP!”
Johnny looked at himself as he slammed the weight down. I’m not longer that fat, thought Johnny. If I keep running and weight lifting, I’ll be like those magazine models; perhaps I would get a chance with Candice then. I’ll be big and strong …

Johnny looked at himself as he slammed the weight down. I’m not longer that fat, thought Johnny. If I keep running and weight lifting, I’ll be like those magazine models; perhaps I would get a chance with Candice then. I’ll be big and strong …
Johnny gripped the iron bar and lifted the 155 pounds over his head again before he slammed the weight down. For that moment, he felt good. I’ll beat you Alex, and get Candice, thought Johnny. And he meant it.

Johnny sat on Chris bed and watched him play his video games.
“Pew Pew, die monsters” said Chris as he blasted more aliens on the screen. Johnny watched him play, trying to enjoy the moment but something is bugged him.

“You want to play,” said Chris, handing Johnny the controller.
“No … I’m good, t-thanks …”
“Why not, it’s a fun game isn’t it?”
“It l-looks like it,” Johnny said, staring at the aliens
“Then why not play some. You’re acting strange. You changed. Heck, you don’t look the same anymore … you look thinner.”

>>2970387

“I-I’m just afraid I might get addicted to v-video games again,” said Johnny. I just don’t find video games interesting anymore, he thought. I want to be bigger, stronger. I want to get Candice.
“Okay then, you’re missing out,” Chris said, as he munched on potatoes chips and gulped down his soda pop.

“Getting into the fight with Alex changed you a lot,” said Chris, as an afterthought. “You seem … so different now.”
“If you say so,” said Johnny; he shrugged and stared at the empty bottles of coke cola around Chris’s room.
“You want to head out,” asked Johnny.
“Where?”
“Haircut place,” replied Johnny.
Chris looked at Johnny’s long, dirty blond hair, “but you haven’t had a hair in 5 years,” he said, amused.

“Well, the better reason to get a haircut, I g-guess …”
They arrived at a barbershop, with hip pop music blaring in the store. A gigantic black man, who appears to be the barber, greeted them.
“Yo what’s up mang, what can I do for yo today?”
“I uh … would like a haircut p-please” replied Johnny.
“No problem mang, sit right here,” said the gigantic black man wielding a hair clipper, “what kind of haircut yo want?”

“I want … make me tough.” replied Johnny. The barber sheared hair off Johnny until there’s hardly any hair left. Johnny stared at his reflection in the mirror; a young man stared back at home, as if the person had completed army boot camp.
Later that day, Johnny startled his mom went he came into the kitchen.
“WHO ARE YOU?” she shrieked.
“It’s me … mom ….”

>>2970392

Chapter 16: Training Days

He was at the gym again. Big Ron slide heavy iron plates into the bar.
“You pick this up and you lift it over your head,” said Big Ron, “And you do it again, and gain, for years on end. You’re a cub now, but a year from now you’re be a lion.”
“T-thanks …” said Ron, gripping his fingers around the bar and heaved it up. He let out a war cry as he lifted 145 pounds above his head. His shoulders, biceps, and chest trembled; he felt every muscle fiber in his being contract.

After an hour of training in the gym, he ran outside. His feet pounded the pavement as he ran uphill; beads of sweat dripped down his back and crotch; his whole shirt was drenched. He sprint some more, until he tripped and collapsed into the ground.
He laid on the ground, motionless.

I’m doing this for you, Uncle Max, thought Johnny. And I’m doing this for myself. I’m tired of being a loser. I want to become a winner. I want to be the guy that date girls like Candice. I don’t want to be the fat kid no more.

>>2970394

He picked himself up and he ran for another hour until he reached home. Afterwards, he took an ice cold shower and had dinner with his mom.

“How was your day,” chirped Johnny’s mother.
“It was o-okay,” Johnny replied as he shoveled chicken breasts and brown rice into his mouth.
“You’re getting awefully bigger … your arms,” his mother said, pointing to his budging bicep, “You’re not taking steroids are you, my dear.”
“I would never do t-that.”

“Good,” beamed his mother, “Because I heard in TV about teenagers taking steroids and other drug and having sex. You’re not having sex, are you?”

“Uh,” Johnny stammered, “N-no mom …”
“Well, you can have the sex part, just don’t be a fool and wrap your tool!” She cackled at her own joke.

“Y-yes mom, I wouldn’t want a girl pregnant anyways” replied Johnny. He immediately thought of Candice, how beautiful her smile is, her shinny flowing hair; he imagined her supple boobs. He felt himself getting an erection.

“If you want to court a lady,” continued his mom, “you want to treat her well. Be her shinning knight in armor. Remember: there are ladies out there just waiting for you to ask them out on a date!”
Johnny casted down his eyes; he had flash backs of the girl he tried to her phone number at the library.

“I’ll get myself a g-girlfriend this year,” blurted Johnny. His mom smiled at him.

>>2970395
“Of course, dear. Bring her home, I promise I would embarrass you.” She winked, before cackling again.

“T-thanks mom …”

Johnny excused himself and went to his room. Instead of his usual routine of browsing the Internet, he picked up a book.

“The samurai must treat death and life the same,” he read his book, the lines are from Hakgakure, an ancient book written by a 1700 century samurai. “When walking in the rain, one must be committed to getting wet. Do no run or hide underneath the house but prepare your mind to get your body soaked.”

I’ll do whatever it takes to get Candice this year, thought Johnny.

Whatever it takes.

>>2970396
Chapter 17: Changes

Johnny marched to school, like a soldier on a ruck march. He saw Candice and her friends milling near the front entrance but he pretended to ignore her, even ought his heart fluttered.

“Hey?” said Candice. Johnny instinctively turned around.
“Hey,” said Johnny.

“I thought you looked familiar,” Candice smiled, “even ought you look totally different without your glasses and usual hair. But it isn’t it too hot for a leather jacket in this weather,” she teased.

Johnny’s mind raced for something clever to say. What would Uncle Max do, thought Johnny. He usually smirks, perhaps I should do that?

Johnny forced an awkward smirk and stared Candice down. Candice was momentary mesmerized by Johnny’s eyes, until she broke eye contact.

“Don’t do that,” said Candice, hitting Johnny on the air.

>>2970398

Sometimes when I'm writing a book, it still freaks me the fuck out, when I'm deep in trance writing my novel while in the coffee shop, and I looked up, and there's people walking around, and my mind screams, "THE FUCK, THERE'S PEOPLE WALKING AROUND. OH GOD, WE'RE HOMO SAPIENS, AND THIS IS OUR REALITY".

Then I close my eyes, and accept for reality for what it is; dirty and pristine, good and evil. Accept for everything as it is, like innocent high school girls who become college freshman and become sluts, sucking a dozen dicks for breakfast and guzzling down gallons of semen before lunch time.

Sometimes when I'm so immensed in my own fictional world, it almost seems real. When I'm writing and the character goes through a horrible ordeal, I start to physically wince. Sometimes I would giggle when I type, because the character said something absurd or hilarious. In a way, I'm semi-animated when I type. I have a mission in life, write. Write so one day, when I'm dead, someone is reading my shit.

>>2970402
OP here, oh yeah I went to the coffee shop to write today, and I wrote close to 1000 words; without the distraction I was writing pretty face, HOWEVER, writing on my current chicklet style keyboard sucks because it hurts my finger; while typing on my $100 mechanical red switch keyboard feels like typing on boobs.

If I go to the coffee shop and bring my keyboard, I'm sure I can hit 2000 words within an hour or 1.5 hours.

My goal is to write a steady 2000 to 2500 words per day, 7 days a week, 365 days per year, until I croak.

(Sometimes I bring my $100 mechanical keyboard in my bed and sleep with it, while whispering "I love you ...")

>>2970412
Oh, and today I wrote about 850 words under an hour (I think, didn't keep track) and I was about to hit the 1000 words mark until I have to abruptly gather my stuff and ran to the washroom, where I took a massive shit; the turds flew out of my asshole like missiles as it bounced off the proclain. I hnnngh and ahhhhh, for 30 minutes and then washed my hand, happy with the washroom mission.

OP!!!!!!!!!!!
OP!!!!!!!!!!!
OP!!!!!!!!!!!
OP!!!!!!!!!!!
OP!!!!!!!!!!!

listen here now that I've got your attention. I like where your going but I have a better idea. This could've been my best seller but I'll give it to you if you want it. Probably too lazy to go through with it anyway.

Plot:
Smoking hot 10/10 woman just gets out of a relationship with a douchebag, shes tired of always getting fucked over by superficial dickwads but every man she meets is like that because shes so damn hot.
Her roomate is studying to be a hollywood prop artist, she tells her roomate about situation, roomate has solution. She hatches a plan to find a real mr. right who will love her for her.

roomate builds her a fatsuit. Girl makes profile on online dating highlighting all her personality except pics are her in fat suit (not morbidly obese but just "more to love" size"

No replies at first. She starts to meet some people. etc. then meets mr. right

Choice 1: Mr. right is a fat guy but she falls in love with his heart

Choice 2: Mr. right is hot (ryan reynolds) and doesn't care that shes fat. a real white knight who's been friendzoned most of his life cuz hes nice.

they get close

turning point: she shows him the real her
feels betrayed at first why'd you lie.

realize appearance doesnt matter all that bullcrap.

happily ever after. done. Romantic comedy.

write
publish
get movie option from hollywood

there
you're welcome

>>2970412
> (Sometimes I bring my $100 mechanical keyboard in my bed and sleep with it, while whispering "I love you .

you're fucking weird OP

>>2970450
LOL, I actually don't do that - just wrote that for shock value.

>>2970447
Thanks for the suggestion! I'll definitely write something like that in the future.

OP here, I think the biggest things I need to improve on is, grammar, and other writing mechanics.

Every morning I wake up and write and learn, write and learn; I want to reach a mastery level where I can write a book without editing it (like Isaac Asimov)

Wrote 900 words today; not good enough :(

Also I'm learning how to write in past tense, I need to write in (almost) perfect grammar like a sophisicated nigger.

>>2971267
OP here.

>the feel learning past simple, past perfect, past continuous, past perfect continuous.

Learning grammar isn't so bad ... can I dare say, FUN?

>I have to abruptly gather my stuff and ran to the washroom, where I took a massive shit; the turds flew out of my asshole like missiles as it bounced off the proclain. I hnnngh and ahhhhh, for 30 minutes and then washed my hand, happy with the washroom mission.

put this in the book. it could be fleshed out to a whole chapter.

>>2971382
There wasn't enough detailing of the sticky brown turd-missiles. I too think it should be lengthened to a whole chapter.

>>2971382
> put this in the book. it could be fleshed out to a whole chapter.

That book was already written by James Joyce.

>>2971458
/lit/ can do it better.

>horrible Twilight-tier writing

No doubt that this is goinf to be a bestseller aight

this thread will never die, apparently

Young Johnny is actually inspiring me. dafuq.

bump

the fat girl thing wont work: No one wants a fat ugly protagonist. Sorry that's just the way it is... also the jock isn't going to want her: lets be real here.

Instead: Fat girl is a hot skinny girl but she is from a foreign country and that's why the cheerleader doesn't like her.

>>2972582
What if the fat girl is "beautiful", like super hot but she's just plump. That way, it appeases the mass of fat American women (the majority of the readers)

OP, mother of god. I'm running out of ideas; the only real plot right now is Johnny and Alex fight to win Candice's heart and the story ends there.

I got 9000 words so far, if I fluff it up and add more description I might have enough words to make it a novella.

The feels.

>>2973546
what if Johnny finds out that Candice is kind of a bitch in the end

>>2973562
Interesting idea, I wonder if that would make a "good" ending, when he dates her and she turns out to be a cunt, then he gets an epiphany that he's good being independent, and needs no wimmez.

Chapter 17: Changes

Johnny marched to school, like a soldier on a ruck march. He saw Candice and her friends milling near the front entrance but he pretended to ignore her, even ought his heart fluttered.
“Hey?” said Candice. Johnny instinctively turned around.
“Hey,” said Johnny.
“I thought you looked familiar,” Candice smiled, “even ought you look totally different without your glasses and usual hair. But it isn’t it too hot for a leather jacket in this weather,” she teased.

Johnny’s mind raced for something clever to say. What would Uncle Max do, thought Johnny. He usually smirks, perhaps I should do that?
Johnny forced an awkward smirk and stared Candice down. Candice was momentary mesmerized by Johnny’s eyes, until she broke eye contact.

“Don’t do that,” said Candice, hitting Johnny’s arm and giggled.
What would Uncle Max do in this situation, thought Johnny. Uncle max would usually cut the conversation short and leave.
“I have to go,” blurt out Johnny, “b-bye ..”
“See you around then,” beamed Candice.
Johnny attended his class, like usual. After school, he stood by his locker and waited for Chris … until his eyes met Alex.
“You,” snapped Alex, “Stop flirting with my girlfriend. I’ll kill you the next time if you do.”

The air was filled with silence as people standing in the hall looked at the confrontation.
“I will kill you,” Alex repeated.

>>2973589
>>2973589
Johnny narrowed his eyes, and frowned. “Y-you don’t control her …” he said. “I … I can talk to her if I want, it’s a free country.”

“NO YOU DON’T,” said Alex, enraged. He shoved Johnny against the locker. The crowd started to cheer.

“FIGHT!” someone hollered in the background. “YEAH, PUNCH HIM OUT!” another voice said.
“No! Guys, please stop!”

Alex turned around, it was Candice.
“Please guys … just stop this. It’s senseless,” she pleaded.
“But he was flirting with you earlier today!” Alex yelled, “I can’t take none of that!”

“No, it’s not what you think!” she said.
“Okay, you know what?!” he looked at Johnny. “I’ll fight you next week. If you beat me, I’ll leave Candice. You can have her.”
“And if I lose?” asked Johnny.

“And if you lose,” said Alex, his eyes pierced Johnny’s. “If you lose, you strip naked and run around the school.”

Candice stared at Johnny, her mouth was gapping. She furrowed her eyebrows, as to say, no, don’t do it Johnny. He looked at her longingly.
“I’ll do it,” he said. “I f-fight you.” The crowd cheered but Johnny had not noticed, because his mind was racing.

“What’s that?” said Alex.
Johnny clenched his fist. “I’LL DO IT!”
“You heard it everyone, Johnny will fight me. I’ll meet you at the park next week Tuesday. Be there, or live forever as coward nerd.” Alex smirked. He placed his arm around Candice and they left.
Johnny stood there; he tried not to tremble. He stared at Alex’s arm around Candice’s waist, until they went through the doors and down stairs. Johnny trembled yet he was mad; mad because Alex was with Candice and he wasn’t.
“I’ll win …” Johnny said to himself.

OP here, I only write 500 words today. I have been very depressed today, not even sure how I managed to write, the only thing that is helping me to write is the habit. I just want to cry today but no tears would come out.

>>2973592

> her mouth was gapping

I lol'd so damned hard.

Okay, guys.

Seriously.

New writers on our board? "Hey guys, I want to learn how to be a better writer."

Link them this, and tell them, "When you are in tears from how bad this is, when your sense of humor is literally hurting you while you read this, then you understand the basic amount required to be a decent writer."

>>2973765
Gapping, like her butt, tee hee :)

bump op is amazing.

OP just throw in more twist and turns. Like Johnnys father dies so he have to leave and struck with grief the other girl comes back in the picture.

He gets thrown out of school into a private school because of the fight.

Whatever does it really. Just watch Gossip Girls for inspiration.

>>2952967
Every teen girl movie ever made.

>>2972582
In shitty teen movies the obligatorily(is that a word?)-hot protagonist is either the new girl at school or some kind of 2deep4u-type, which is how they make her the 'outsider' while being blatantly beautiful.

Being legit fat might work in a book tho since you don't have to actually depict it visually: you just drop a couple lines about her being overweight but the reader soon forgets.

>>2974243
If I want to write a best seller, I have to read twlight or Hunger Game (never read them) to get a better understand of the YA audience, oh god, thinking about reading the book makes me phew but I should do it.

>>2974963

Do it for the good of mankind Anon
I'll be proud of you

>>2975007
Yeah I'm going to put it in my todo list, I still need to write the book tonight. The book is almost done, tentatively...

Chapter 18: Lunch Money

“Give me your lunch money, buddy,” demanded Alex. The scrawny fresh man with frail arms put his hands into his pocket and hesitated.
“I said,” Alex raised his fist, “Give me your money, or you won’t get hurt. There is nobody in this bathroom to help protect you. Do you really want to taste the toilet water?”

“P-please don’t hurt me,” the freshman said; he extended his arm and handed over $10 and change. Alex smirked.

“Thanks buddy,” he said as he shoved the freshman into the washroom stall. Alex picked up the freshman upside down, and dumped him head first into the toilet; the boy gargled toilet water with traces with feces while Alex chuckled. He did this for half a minute; he raised the freshman off, just to make sure he doesn’t drown.

“It sucks to be a weak little shit, doesn’t it,” sneered Alex, “Well, thanks for the money.” Alex later used the money to buy Candice lunch.

OP here, really busy day today, I'm writing this at midnight, and I'm close to passing out from tireness. I only wrote 165 words today but that's okay because it's better then nothing.

>dat feel riding the momentum; I must not lose it.

I'm pretty busy in the morning, I'll try my best to incorporate a writing schedule in the morning, as oppose to late at midnight when I'm tired as shit.

>>2952967

ending - they sing and fly away in a car.

>>2952095
>There's a reason so many of us kill themselves
>So many of us
>kill themselves
>writers can't into basic fucking sentence structure.

Btw, op, OMG WRITING IS SO HARD
Guess what? if its hard, you aren't a writer. If you are stressed writing this drivel then you aren't a writer.

Ever a read a book on writing, or hear comments from famous novelists when they ask them how they became writers? The best, and most common response is that you just are a writer or you aren't you scribble things on napkins, you make stories in your head. Real writers don't try to make a best seeling novel, they try to write something profound from something inside themselves.

They have something to tell the world, with a world of their own making. What have you to tell the world? That you took other peoples ideas, loosely thatched them together into the most marketable form?

If you have a story to tell just fucking tell it. If not, give up.

>>2975819
What if I write a novel out of spite?

I know I was caustic about this at first but at such rudeness I can't help but give some noble platitude to OP. I'm too critical at myself to finish much of anything so I'm glad to see such progress.

>>2975695
"Meet me at the math room later tonight," said Alex. He ran his hand through Candice's waist. "I'm going to help you do math homework."

"Yeah, of course ..." sand Candice; she giggled.

The school bell rang; students spontaneously appeared in the hall way, chattering. Candice stood by her locker as she smeared on more lipsticks, and adjusted her clothes. "You look cute," she told herself.

"BOO!" her locker door slammed shut. "Where are you going, missy? On a date in the washroom?" said her friend, Eva.

"Nu-uh. Nothing like that," replied Candice.

"Are you taking up prostitution then?"

"Yeah, that sounds like an idea," Candice said; she rolled her eyes. "I'm going to math class. Do you want to study together??"

"No. I have work today. Same boring crap. Which reminds me, I should go now. See yeah, girlfriend." Eva waved.

Candice made her way across the hall; she slowly opened the door. Rows empty tables and scattered papers on the floor. Alex was sitting on top of the desk, smirking.

"What's up, girl," he said. "You look ... extra fine today. Is that new lipsticks?"

"Just for you," she smiled.

>>2977564

He grabbed her by the waist and shoved his tongue down her throat. With his two meaty hands, he fondled her breasts. Candice let out a soft moan.

"You just don't wait, do you," she said, gasping for breath. "I have math ..."

"Who cares about school work," he replied, as he tried to remove her blouse.

"N-no ... not in here," she said, as she brushed his hand away. Her face blushed; thoughts raced through her mind. What if she got caught? Yet this was exciting, thought Candice.

"It's okay, don't worry about it" cooed Alex. He put his hand under her blouse and fondled her breasts some more. Amist their passionate foreplay, they didn't notice the door knob twisting. A pair of eyes peeked into the class room and squinted.

"Hello?" the voice squeaked. A student - probably a freshman - with frail arms stared at the couple.

"What?" barked Alex, "Get the hell out of here," he said. He marched towards the freshman and kicked him in the rear end.

Alex continued to fondled Candice; he felt her heart racing.

"No," whimpered Candice. "I just can't do it right now, it doesn't feel right."

"Come on baby, you know you want it," he smirked.

"I ... it's just not the right time now," she replied, as she gathered her text books. She briskly walked out of the door.

"No, wait!" Alex said, as the door slammed shut. "FRIGID BITCH." yelled Alex.

>>2975819
It was funnier the first time.
...
...
Oh God, you're serious?

>>2975819
>he thinks he's replying to OP
>laughing whores. jpg

>>2977572
Chapter 19: The March Uphill

“The dinner was delicious, t-thanks mom …” said Johnny, as he tied his sneakers. He stepped out of the door and stared at the sky above; dark clouds lingered.

Wind blew through him and made his shirt flap, like a flag.

His feet pounded the pavement, as he jogged down the street. He passed by old people walking their dogs, and other joggers. He reached a steep uphill – instead jogging, he decided to sprint instead. He ran, like a
possessed demon; he reached for his chest, feeling his lungs expanding and collapsing.

>>2977690
“It hurts to run,” Johnny said to himself, “but I must …” There was a bright flash of light, followed by a loud thunder rumbling. Buckets of rain poured down on Johnny, as he shuffled down the street, sore and tired.

He ran some more, until his legs gave way, and he collapsed face first into a puddle of water. The water taste muddy on his tongue. Wind howled through the empty streets; cars passed by and splashed more water on Johnny.

He braced himself up and continued to shuffle down the street.

“This is for you, Uncle Max,” he said as he ran. “I have been a failure all my life, and I don’t want to be this way no more. P-Please lend me your strength for next week, I just want to win …” He no longer shuffled but limped all the way home.

“Oh dear, let me get you some dry clothes,” his mother said as he stepped through the front door.
“I’m o-okay … I can do it myself. Th-thanks mom,” he said.

He showered, did his homework, and read until bed time.

>>2975698
Well, last night I said I'm going to incorporate writing in the morning as a habit and I did.

Today, I wrote 700 words in the morning, so it's somewhat of a productive day.

Ideally, I want to write 2500 words in one sitting; I think this is doable to write 2500 words in 1.5 hours in a consistent basis, once I developed unconscious competence, and a firm "map" on what to write for the novel.

Isaac Asimov mode, here I come.

>>2977710
Asimov is rolling in his grave right now

>>2977893
This is not true. Asimov is jerking off in his grave.

>>2967964
>Later that night, he masturbated thinking of Candice.

Absolutely brilliant.

>>2968128
>he looks more lean and muscular now after a month of running, dieting, and lifting weights
>month of running, dieting,
>month


do you even lift brah?

>>2970395
>“Y-yes mom, I wouldn’t want a girl pregnant anyways” replied Johnny. He immediately thought of Candice, how beautiful her smile is, her shinny flowing hair; he imagined her supple boobs. He felt himself getting an erection.
>mfw this becomes a bestseller

>>2977893
OP here, yeah Asimov is my nigger even ought I haven't read his book; I'll get around to reading Foundation at one point; I skimmed through it, it looks very simple writing style.

>>2978080
OP do you even read? (serious question)

This is a fucking blight upon the board. Horrible.

>>2978094
Yeah, everyday on my e-reader.

>>2978101
n-no homo!

OP here, can't wait to publish my book! Feels good mang.

>>2978338
I hope you enjoy disappointment.

>>2978388
Hardly matters, I'll continue writing like a boss.

Every morning, when I'm about to write in the kitchen with my coffee in hand, I say "It's time for Isaac Asimov mode in this bitch" and I WRITE, WRITE, WRITE. YEAH NIGGA.

OP here.


I think one of the worst feeling in the world is waking up every morning, and hating work or school. Even worst, waking up every morning and hating life. Time is super precious, so I wake up every morning and doing what I love (writing, learning) while eeking out a living. I can't imagine what it's like working at a restaurant everyday (whether it's being a cook or waiter). I think it's a living hell working at a job you hate until the age of 65. The majority of people work at jobs they don't like - but they don't hate it either - so they live a life of routine, so the weeks and years blurr together, until one day, they're old as fuck and full of regrets. I don't want to be like that.

>>2978825

So is there a meaning to life? Who the fuck cares, because as far as we're concerned, we don't know if there is life after day. So every day should be lived full of joy and fun. I view life as a game where people should strive for incremental, continuous improvement. We look at someone like Jiro (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbV6knbeUFE – for those of you who don’t now, Jiro is an 85 years old man, makes sushi all day, charges $500 per plate, fuck bitches and isn’t afraid of nothing). He does nothing with his life but make sushi. Do we really need fine sushi in the world? Probably not. But he LOVES LOVES LOVES making sushi, so everyday is fun for him. He's so addicted that he works throughout the holidays. Feels good man.

>>2978825
>they live a life of routine, so the weeks and years blurr together
This doesn't happen if you have children, which most (?) people still do. Your working hours might blend together, but your family life is radically different from year to year.

>>2978934
I really don't want kids; I think they're the bane of most people existence.

>>2952979
Yume Miru Kusuri?

>tfw staying home on a friday night :(((

OP here, I need to finish the story guise. I'm almost near the end. I'm excited and scared ;__;

>>2980304
>>2980304

I didn't expect this novel to be written. I'm going to have to read it from the beginning.

Has anyone formatted it? Can I download the .txt?

>>2980451
Yeah, I'll release the .pdf format when I'm done writing it.

>>2981469

Can you release the current version as a .pdf so I can catch up on the writing?

I may not be able to find the finished .pdf later.

Sticky this.

Fat girl finds secret magical power within herself, also suddenly she inherit fortune, gets 10+ more godly handsome and rich guys fighting over her, vampires involved.

>>2981469
I will make a new thread if this one dies. No worries.

Chapter 20: Uprise

“Are you really fighting Alex tomorrow?” said Chris, wide eyed.

“Er – yes …” replied Johnny; they marched to school on a cloudy day.

“What if you die? The last fight was pretty scary,”

“T-then you’ll bury me?” Johnny smiled.

“You’ll fight Alex because the winner gets Candice, is that right?”

“Yes. I’ll do w-whatever it takes.” Johnny beamed thinking of Candice. I’m going to be the hero and capture Candice heart, thought Johnny. This is going to be amazing like those fairy tales. I want to live with her happily ever after.

[Well, I only wrote 100 words today. Been a busy day, but who cares. At least I got some words written down! Tomorrow is Sunday morning, I'll try my best to wake up and write 1500 words]

You should have Johnny lose after a long and heated battle. Alex beats him unconscious, and he is awakened in the hospital by a pair of lips on his own once again—the lips of Candice. This way you can appeal to the feminist crowd which would otherwise be offended that Candice is being treated like a piece of furniture.

>>2983428
Interesting, I'll incorporate that.

It's 7:00 PM right now, and I'm sitting down to write the novel. I'm shaking as I write because I'm almost near the end, so close, so close!

Stay tune.

Please, OP. I need this. Where is the conclusion?

>>2982757
He clenched his fist, and vowed to do whatever it takes.

Thoughts raced through his mind during his classes; his palms started to sweat. What am I going to do if I lose, thought Johnny. He balled his fist and picked up his backpack.

“Where are you going, mister,” quipped the science teacher.

“I … I have to go,” said Johnny; he sprint out of the door, and raced down the hallway. His heart raced thinking of the fight. He shoulder tackled open the washroom door and puked inside the toilet.

“I don’t want to fight!” Johnny screamed at the toilet bowl. Snot ran down his nose. “But I have to it … I don’t have a choice.” His mouth tasted sour so he continued to spit some more into the toilet bowl.

Afterwards, he shuffled to the grassy hill close to school. He threw his bag onto the grass and laid down, staring at the blue clouds above. He tried to cry but no tears would not come up. Something inside him changed but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“What is the m-meaning for all of this,” Johnny asked himself. “Why am I doing this? What’s the point of e-everything …” He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he saw a tall muscular man in his late 20s, with boyish hair and a permanent grin on his face. The man lumbered next to Johnny, and bear hugged him.

>>2984763
“Uncle Max?” said Johnny.
“YEAH BOY. IT’S ME. AGAIN.”
“Wh-what are you …”

“NO TIME TO TALK. COME!” he grabbed Johnny’s arm; they sprinted into a retirement home. The musky smell of urine waffled in the air, lingering. Old people croaked among each other; some sat in their wheelchairs, and stared through the window with errily stillness.

They stopped inside a bedroom; an old man, wrinkled and leathered like, stared at them. His eyes sullen; a nurse tried to force feed him food but he spat it out.

“Johnny, please eat the food!” the nurse told the old man, “you haven’t eaten for days.”
“I DON’T WANT TO,” yelled the old man in a course voice. “P-LEASE LET ME ALONE.” The man clutched a dog tag on his chest that read “Johnny the Champ.” The nurse shook her head in sympathy, and left the room.

“What is the point of this,” the old man whimpered to himself, “I’m going to die soon anyways. My regrets … my regret is marrying to a woman I never loved. I should haven’t have ran away that day in high school … that day when I was supposed to fight Alex. Who knows, I could’ve won Candice’s heart and married her. But I r-ran away. Like a coward. Living a life of regret in my death bed; what is the point …”

The old man balled his fist and pounded his chest.

“WHY! WHY! WHY!” howled the old man.

[OP notes: I HIT 10K WORDS. YEAH BABY! I declined hanging out with my friends today, just so I could write. Feels good man]

>>2984760
We're getting to the end of the story; you have to read the thread :3

Once I publish this book, I'll put it up in pdf format for everyone.

OP I AM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S MORE

>>2984766
“WHY! WHY! WHHHHHHYYYYYY” howled the old man, as he continued to pound his chest with his feeble fist.

Johnny shut his eyes; he couldn’t take it anymore. He turned around to head out the door but Max grabbed his shoulders.

“Don’t be afraid, Champ,” said Uncle Max quietly.

“I d-don’t want to …” Johnny stared at the old man, who was whimpering now. The old man rolled out of the bed, and fell into the floor with a thud. Something broke. The old man continued to lay there, whimpering.

“Candice … Max …. mother ….” the old man whispered softly to himself, “I’m s-sorry. Thanks for everything. I just want to … rest now. I’m so t-tired…”

A single drop of tear slowly rolled down the old man’s eyes; his fist soften, and he dropped the dog tag with a clang into the floor. The dog tag shinned into Johnny’s eyes. The dog tag inscription said, “Johnny the Champ.”

The room was errily silent, as the man laid there still, not breathing. Or whimpering.

>errily

>>2984796
Johnny opened his eyes, his vision watery and blurred. A small puddle of tears formed on the grass floor. It’s evening, and the crows cawed. Johnny clutched on his dog tag and cried; his whole body trembled as tears streamed down his cheeks. He stood up and shouted.

“THIS IS FOR YOU UNCLE MAX. THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO HAD FAITH IN ME. THIS IS … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

He collapsed on his knees.

“This is for … I will … defeat you, Alex.”

He did not sleep that night.

>>2984810
[Well, I sat down and wrote for 1.5 hours. I need to take a break now, I cried as I wrote the story.]

>>2984815
Talk it out, OP. We're here.

>>2984810
Chapter 21: The Final Battle

Dark clouds lingered in the sky. It was after school and a crowd of 200 students gathered around the park, eagerly waiting for the fight between Alex and Johnny. Words spread around the school that “the nerd against the jock fight” is taking place; some people even brought popcorn and drinks.

Johnny and Chris marched towards the park, the crowd filled cheering people. Johnny head felt dizzy; his palms were sweating like crazy also.

“If you die,” said Chris, “Can I have your stuff?”
“No, because I’ll come out a w-winner,” replied Johnny.

“Since when did you have that much confidence,” said Chris, mildly shocked. “Well then, you can do it. You have my full support.”

He said. The crowds whispered, “is that the guy who’s supposed to fight?”, “He’s kind of cute”, “he looks so nervous!”, “Isn’t that Johnny from science class?”.

Alex was nowhere to be seen; suddenly there was an uproar. Alex and his football team arrived, tall, buff guys who mean business. Johnny began to tremble; he held on the lamp.

This is not what I asked for, Johnny thought. His mind screamed at him, telling him to run. He gritted his teeth, his feet planted firmly.

>>2984933

Alex sneered at Johnny.

“Everyone,” said Alex, as he waved his hands towards the crowd. “Today, I’m here to fight this … nerd.” He pointed a finger at Johnny; the crowd laughed. “The loser of this fight has to walk around the school naked, with a sign “I’m a loser” hanging between his legs,” continued Alex.

Alex grinned. “And to sweeten the stakes, If I lose … if I lose, I will stop dating Candice, and the nerd can have her!” The crowd oohs and ahhed. Candice blinked and hit Alex on the arms, with an “I can’t believe you just said” look on her face.

Alex ripped off his shirt and flexed his arms; his body was like an armor of muscles, as if he abused steroids. He pumped his fist into the air and yelled “YOU’RE DEAD, NERD!”
Johnny dropped his backpack into the floor and cracked his knuckles.

“Y-you too… come at me bro” he said. Alex came charging like a mad bull, his nostrils flaring. Johnny side clumsily stepped to avoid the tackle.

“STAND STILL YOU COWARD,” screamed Alex, veins budged out his neck. Alex charged again, and this time, Johnny delivered a punch to Alex’s eye. The punch didn’t connect well; Alex tackled Johnny into the ground and started raining punches.

>>2984951

“Oh god, this is hard to watch,” said Candice; she tried to cover her eyes. “It’s just so … dumb.”

“Watch it! It is very entertaining to watch,” said Eva. “The nerd is getting beaten to a pulp. This is so amusing to watch!” She crossed her arm and cackled.

Alex punched Johnny’s face, repeatedly. Johnny ears started to ring; his vision blurred.
“CHOKE HIM. POKE HIS EYES. DO SOMETHING” screamed Chris like a little girl. “DO SOMETHING BEFORE HE KNOCKS YOU OUT!”

Johnny in a semi-conscious state, grabbed Alex’s pinky finger and started to bend it back … all the way back into there was a crack.

Alex howled in pain; he instinctively stood up and examined his pinky finger, which is dangling awkwardly.

“I’m going to kill you,” growled Alex. Johnny got up and blinks; a stream of blood was dripping down his face.

>>2984951
>Y-you too… come at me bro

>>2984952
“I’m going to kill you,” growled Alex. Johnny got up and blinks; a stream of blood was dripping down his face. The crowd gasped when they saw Johnny’s face. “Shouldn’t someone stop the fight?” someone said in the crowd. He was breathing hard now; he felt as if he’s lungs were going to collapse any second now.

Alex swung his fist at Johnny ribs; it connected. A loud crunch was audible. The punch was followed by a kick to the chest and Johnny tumbled backwards into the ground.
It hurts, it hurts so bad, thought Johnny. Oh god, it hurts … I … I can’t see.

“Relax,” a voice echoed in his head. “Breathe. Everything will be fine, Champ. Focus on the situation at hand and you should be fine.”

Johnny blinked and stared into the sky, at the crowd, at Alex. He slowly inhaled and exhaled, which prevented him from hyperventilating.

“I want to believe …” Johnny said. Johnny awkwardly charged forward and hugged Alex. Using one of his free hand, Johnny grabbed Alex’s testicle and squeezed it; he felt his nails digging into Alex’s soft, mushy balls.

>he felt his nails digging into Alex's soft, mushy balls

>>2985001
Then, he strained to pull Alex’s balls, as if to rip it off.

“WHAT ARE YOU -- ” Alex howled in pain. The crowd gave Alex the awkward look, as if it’s really happening. Curling his fist into a ball, Johnny repeatedly hammered Alex’s testicles.

“This is not amusing anymore,” said Eva, “It’s just weird now. And gross.”

“KEEP PUNCHING HIS BALLS” shout Chris like a girl. Seizing the opportunity, Johnny rain punches on Alex’s chin, trying to knock him out.
After 5 solid punches to the chin, Alex collapsed into the floor, like a sack of potatoes. He laid there and groaned.

There was silence in the park; nobody moved.

“Is he getting up?” someone murmured. Candice cringed; he doesn’t know what to think of this barbaric event. She buried her head on Eva’s chest. “Please tell me it’s over.” Said Candice.

“Yup … it’s over,” said Eva.

Johnny panted, staring at the collapsed body on the floor; he felt bad.

“YOU DID IT JOHNNY, YOU DID IT,” cried Chris like a little girl. He was about to give Johnny a hug until … the football team rushed towards Johnny, kicking him in the head, chest and ribs. Johnny tumbled on the floor; they continued to kick him until he blacked out.

>>2985018
OP here, I'm done for today. I wrote 1600 words in 2.5 hours (which included plenty of breaks)

This was hard to write, I cried alot. I had to stop and think and visualize of the scenes, like a movie reel that plays in my mind.

Tomorrow I'll finish this novella, then I have to go back and edit it, add more chapters, then I'm ready to publish it.

Feels good mang.

I think the thread reached the limit.

Yo OP, if you need an editor, let me know nigga! I can run through that shit for you.

>>2985034
Thanks mang, you have an email I can contact you with?

>>2985038
See the email field.
Send me an email there and I'll send you one from my primary address.

>>2985044
Okay, I just sent you an email.

>>2985055
New thread since this one is auto saging:

>>2985036