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Writers Block Prison
Writers Block Prison
Okay, we've all suffered from writers block. I mean, we are writers right? Writers block feels a lot like you're in prison.
So what if there was a world where writers really got stuck in Writer's Block Prison?
This is a world were when writers start writing a story, they literally follow their story- they trail their characters. And when they lose track of that character(s), they get stuck, and go to writers block prison, where- you guessed it- you have to write to get out. The RP is about a group of seven characters who band together to get out of writers block prison.
Rules:
No OP characters
Please start with only one character, so more people can join up.
No shipping please!
Carrie sheet:
CBer name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance (it doesn't have to be your CBer appearance):
Personality:
Type of book you're writing (mystery, fiction,...):
Writing stuff:
Time period (if you have one):
Place your carrie is from:
Other:
Background:
Here's mine:
CBer name: Alisa Quickshadow
Age: 12
Gender: girl
Appearance (it doesn't have to be your CBer appearance): brown hair in a ponytail, sparkling green eyes, khakie pants and shirt (like a soilders outfit), matching khakie newsboy cap, knapsack
Personality: daring, ready to take a risk, cheerful
Type of book you're writing (mystery, fiction,...): Stuff like Robinson Crusoe and Swiss Family Robinson
Writing stuff: pen (blue)
Time period (if you have one): World war 1
Place your carrie is from: South Africa
Other: has a pet monkey named Zebe
Background: ...
submitted by Alisa Quickshadow
(March 30, 2018 - 4:15 pm)
(March 30, 2018 - 4:15 pm)
Oh, then my intell was wrong and his time period is gonna be 1778. I was half asleep when I wrote that, sorry!
(April 5, 2018 - 12:30 pm)
CBer Name: Allie
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Appearence: Long blonde hair in pigtails, likes to keep it well-brushed. Rosy cheeks, and bright green eyes.
Personality: Optimistic, careful to do risky things, but very trustuing. Always there if you need a shoulder to lean on.
Type of book: Fantasy!
Writing stuff: Google Docs.
Time period: Doesn't really have one
PLace your charrie is from: Chicago, IL
Other: n/a
(April 4, 2018 - 8:56 pm)
I'm not joining, because I'm not very active, but this sounds really awesome!
(April 5, 2018 - 2:24 pm)
When is this starting? I want to do this, it seems like fun! Lol my CAPTCHA says bigg, what does this mean?
(April 6, 2018 - 1:10 pm)
@Darrking, right now! If one or two more people want to join though, that's fine.
Oh, and one thing I forgot to mention: the writers can never write about themselves. If they do, nothing will happen, and the paper might blow up in their hands. Anyway, Onward!
Alisa Quickshadow~
Deep breaths, deep breaths, Alisa thought, staring wildly at the completly inclosing gray walls of the circular room. (I forgot to mention Alisa suffers from extrime claustrophobia). She looked up at the gray ceiling, then down at the gray floor littered with pens, paper, pencils, and other writing material. She was suspened in mid-air, unable to move anywhere but down. She took off her napsack, reached inside, and pulled out a blue pen, and a black piece of paper. Slowly, she pushed her hand across the page, the pen showing up brightly against the dark background. Words begain to form,
In block 4, room 27, a door appeared in the wall.
She gasped; the amount of effort she had put into that had taken her breath away. But something was happening. A hole was apearing in the wall closest to her. It grew wider and wider, until a full sized door stood in front of her. And a girl with long brown hair in a braid, freckles, and golden eyes was looking at her in shock.
Sorry that was so short!
(April 7, 2018 - 8:38 pm)
Inktail--
Stuck in mid-air. Just another normal room, otherwise. The gray walls seemed small, as if there wasn't much room. Why was she here? She didn't know. She looked up. A hook. She looked down. Papers and pens strewn everywhere. What was going on? A paper and pen magically materialized in her hands.
Shakily, she put pen to paper and wrote.
"This fight was the only one he'd ever lose." Something popped and she screamed in shock. Glancing down, a boy stood in the cell.
"Alright," She said finally. "Tell me what's going on."
The boy can be anyone! One of my charcters or a person in the RP!
(April 8, 2018 - 10:16 pm)
This is totally random, but I was just poking around Gail Carson Levine's blog and discovered the comments section. You don't happen to be on there, too? (I saw someone named Inktail, so I highly doubt it's someone else, but still....)
(April 11, 2018 - 7:45 pm)
YES! That was me! I don't really read the blog as much anymore, although I want to get back to it.
(April 12, 2018 - 8:24 am)
I am so exited to read it more! A website about writing with a community, and all written by my favorite author! What could go wrong?!
(April 12, 2018 - 9:49 am)
I'm just imagining me getting writers block from the writers block prison so I won't join. I don't really have time but it sounds fun!
(April 8, 2018 - 5:42 pm)
I'm so sorry! But I'm going to have to drop out. I'm in like five RPs counting this one. I'm so sorry! I'm going to have to say Good Bye now.
(April 9, 2018 - 10:29 am)
This is going to be cool :3
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I am in a room with my quills and parchment, I know I'm in a building but I can't figure out where. Suddenly I'm in a room with a silver haired girl. An idea pops into my head as I sit on the floor and write down, "Her hiding place had been discovered. What on earth was she going to do now?"
After I wrote that sentence he noticed that the girl had said something. "Pardon me, could you repeat that?" I questioned.
She just sighed and repeated herself, "Tell me what's going on."
"Oh," I reply, "I'm not quite sure I know myself, Madam, pray tell what is your name?" I say in my slightly brittish accent, when she looks at me I can see the confusion flashing in her eyes. "Oh mon dieu, est-ce que tu parles français peut-être?"("Oh dear, do you speak french perhaps?" is the translation)
When she looks at me in confusion I just shrug and observe the girl, writing down details on a piece of paper when two girls come shooting through a chute in the celling and crash into me. "Why hello pray tell, would you mind getting off of me Madams?" I ask from beneath them both, slightly winded but otherwise perfectly fine. I fail to notice the bruises blossoning on my cheekbone and left arm. As the girls get off of me I get up and notice my bruises. "Darnit I sould have known that would happen at some point today." I mutter under my breath as I stand up and walk over to the girls. "My scincerest apologies Madams, I was not paying attention to my position in the room." I say as I brush myself off and stand up.
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Nerdyness
(April 9, 2018 - 7:07 pm)
There was a laptop on the floor of the dark, terrifying cell. I looked around nervously, but then I picked it up and did my best attempt to write. "A staircase appeared in the dark cell." It was the best I could do. But suddenly, a staircase did appear. I grabbed the laptop and walked down, to find that I was in another cell. There were four other people in the room, three girls and one boy, all staring at one another in utter confusion. They all looked at me. "Hi." I said, somewhat awkwardly. "Hey", they said.
I'm sorry, I'll continue posting later. I have to close out of this tab now.
(April 16, 2018 - 8:10 am)