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If someone came up to you and said to write a short story in 30 minutes what would it be about?
Me it would be about there is one creator and he created three races: humans/ intruders / and cirens (sorry if you can't pronounce it) The intruders home world is in ruin because they did not treat it right. and they find the human planet where life will fit their needs. But the only way to get to earth is to go through the ciren world or planet. So the cirens are the defenders of humanity in a sense. But some intruders get to earth and cause plague and crimes and wars.
PS: sorry if this sounds like another thing out there cause I just thought of this at the top of my head.
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Go the meta route.
It's a story about a guy who has to write a story in thirty minutes and he can't come up with anything.
Time runs out.
He dies.
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I had to do this kind of thing in class. Turns out I can't write my usual long-ass jokes in that time frame.


Once upon a time, on a frozen protoplanet dominated by whipping snow storms dancing between steel girders whose summits are lost in the atmosphere’s shroud. A lone warrior strafes between frosted columns; his face obscured by a cumbersome respirator. Under an off-white ghillie suit, he sinks further into fresh snow drifts with the muffled crunching canceled by howling flurries. One target resides among this frozen framework. Thermals engage. Snow fades to blackened shades of purple before disappearing from the optics all together. The planet’s exposed exterior would fade as well, were it not for the faint trickle of electricity traveling to an unknown destination. The target, if he was still around, would highlight nicely against these girders, and a quick turn reaffirmed my suspicions. Based on what detail I could make out, the target was propped against a base column with wispy columns of tobacco smoke leaving the respirators. There was no smoking without your gear in this stage of construction. I readied my rifle- tuned the trajectory to the high winds and minor gravity. The trigger retreated to its cradle, letting the shot loose from its brass shackles, but where a red glowing corpse should’ve been, there was nothing. A shrill squealing crackle rang from my rifle; broken in two. Before I had a chance to get my bearings, I was in her arms. One latched on to my torso, the other raked the edge of a frosty trench knife across my visor. I broke free, unleashing a flurry of precise punches at the target, but again she vanished. Two more enemies aloft in the scaffolds descended at the rear of spidery weighted nets. Mesh tightened as the weights sank to the snow. This was it for me. With only my face free of the nets, I waited for the inevitable. No shots were fired- no knife planted in the jugular. She gripped my mask’s air hose, and pulled.
Posted 4/4/14 , edited 4/12/14
Posted 4/4/14

Lethargic_leopard_Seal wrote:

I had to do this kind of thing in class. Turns out I can't write my usual long-ass jokes in that time frame.


Once upon a time, on a frozen protoplanet dominated by whipping snow storms dancing between steel girders whose summits are lost in the atmosphere’s shroud. A lone warrior strafes between frosted columns; his face obscured by a cumbersome respirator. Under an off-white ghillie suit, he sinks further into fresh snow drifts with the muffled crunching canceled by howling flurries. One target resides among this frozen framework. Thermals engage. Snow fades to blackened shades of purple before disappearing from the optics all together. The planet’s exposed exterior would fade as well, were it not for the faint trickle of electricity traveling to an unknown destination. The target, if he was still around, would highlight nicely against these girders, and a quick turn reaffirmed my suspicions. Based on what detail I could make out, the target was propped against a base column with wispy columns of tobacco smoke leaving the respirators. There was no smoking without your gear in this stage of construction. I readied my rifle- tuned the trajectory to the high winds and minor gravity. The trigger retreated to its cradle, letting the shot loose from its brass shackles, but where a red glowing corpse should’ve been, there was nothing. A shrill squealing crackle rang from my rifle; broken in two. Before I had a chance to get my bearings, I was in her arms. One latched on to my torso, the other raked the edge of a frosty trench knife across my visor. I broke free, unleashing a flurry of precise punches at the target, but again she vanished. Two more enemies aloft in the scaffolds descended at the rear of spidery weighted nets. Mesh tightened as the weights sank to the snow. This was it for me. With only my face free of the nets, I waited for the inevitable. No shots were fired- no knife planted in the jugular. She gripped my mask’s air hose, and pulled.


Wow. That was fantastic and the pacing of your story is great.
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Posted 4/4/14 , edited 4/23/14
A humanities doctoral candidate was writing his thesis, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was a God. As he hit the last period of the last sentence, of the last paragraph of his work he heard a booming voice.

"Ok, you found me. Now it's your turn.... Go Hide!!!!!"
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Posted 4/7/14

Sychop wrote:


Lethargic_leopard_Seal wrote:

I had to do this kind of thing in class. Turns out I can't write my usual long-ass jokes in that time frame.


Once upon a time, on a frozen protoplanet dominated by whipping snow storms dancing between steel girders whose summits are lost in the atmosphere’s shroud. A lone warrior strafes between frosted columns; his face obscured by a cumbersome respirator. Under an off-white ghillie suit, he sinks further into fresh snow drifts with the muffled crunching canceled by howling flurries. One target resides among this frozen framework. Thermals engage. Snow fades to blackened shades of purple before disappearing from the optics all together. The planet’s exposed exterior would fade as well, were it not for the faint trickle of electricity traveling to an unknown destination. The target, if he was still around, would highlight nicely against these girders, and a quick turn reaffirmed my suspicions. Based on what detail I could make out, the target was propped against a base column with wispy columns of tobacco smoke leaving the respirators. There was no smoking without your gear in this stage of construction. I readied my rifle- tuned the trajectory to the high winds and minor gravity. The trigger retreated to its cradle, letting the shot loose from its brass shackles, but where a red glowing corpse should’ve been, there was nothing. A shrill squealing crackle rang from my rifle; broken in two. Before I had a chance to get my bearings, I was in her arms. One latched on to my torso, the other raked the edge of a frosty trench knife across my visor. I broke free, unleashing a flurry of precise punches at the target, but again she vanished. Two more enemies aloft in the scaffolds descended at the rear of spidery weighted nets. Mesh tightened as the weights sank to the snow. This was it for me. With only my face free of the nets, I waited for the inevitable. No shots were fired- no knife planted in the jugular. She gripped my mask’s air hose, and pulled.


Wow. That was fantastic and the pacing of your story is great.


Thanks. This story in particular became the basis for something a lot longer, and a lot less serious.
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Posted 4/7/14
If I were to write a story, it'd probably have to do with these four elements: Napoleon Bonaparte going Super Saiyan while on vacation in Hawaii, a busty Evil Sorceress, a really hyper-active brunette girl who tags along in the battle while randomly walking nearby, and someone piloting their own miniature Death Star (in that it's only the size of a skyscraper) that can spam laser beams.
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Well i like to daydream up my own manga stories so i figure i write in it in one-shot Light novel style i guess. ( Not sure if that even exist )

So if i am asked to write one then i probably write a one shot story about a teen waking up in an abandoned mansion and how he come to discover why he is in that mansion and why he can't remember anything.

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Posted 4/12/14
Half to most of my ideas are based on premises in less than 30 mins. I admit most of the better stuff of my ideas are when i've thought about them longer and merging separate ideas together.

Depends if it's themed or all can go. When you add restrictions it can be harder but then it can spur on the ideas.

I did a self experiment on something similar to this on another forum. The goal was to write horror stories that interconnected but were done on the spot, with no distractions & time limited.
I could go back to writing it if i didn't make the target. The point was to examine how fast i did, spelling mistakes and how rapidly the story spiralled beyond my initial premise.

It helped me realise having an ending works well in writing but sometimes the best thing is seeing where your imagination takes you instead. That way you can see the threads where the plot could deviate if you want it to instead of the original idea.

Have to give this a shot again for this topic. Any preference to a genre, theme, or just go on nothing? What do you say?
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I'd end up writing a fan-fiction for Halo or something
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