Greentext the plot of your new novel, not like it's going anywhere

Greentext the plot of your new novel, not like it's going anywhere.

>tfw you'll never get to sniff her ass

Alessandra Torresani

Half the thread averted before it was even posted

> civilization of worms
> dungeon gets isolated from the rest of the dungeons
> oj simpson trial to figure out why and who dun it

>is

Only one enemy remained, two if you counted God.

>freshman spy getting trained by his sensei and doing missions (i couldn't think any mission yet)
not sure how to proceed from here

Holy...I want more

>post-apocalyptic sci-fi
>people start turning into monsters from dungeons and dragons
>Densely populated areas have stronger monsters
>MC is an war vet innawoods amputee looking to get a bionic arm
>Has to infiltrate the city and fight monsters

Will redditors give me their money?

>Life of an elephant tamer (for street performance/circus) in colonial India
>Befriends a historian studying war elephants who tells him about the exploits of ancient generals, in particular Hannibal
>MC becomes obsessed with the occupational link to ancient war elephant tamers
>Starts to envision himself as a lieutenant of Hannibal's war elephants
>Culminates in a deadly rampage through a city street killing several people
>MC is imprisoned then executed, the elephant is put down

Go on...

>Alaska-themed island chain with a crowded modern-tech society that puts excess population on oil platforms
>study drug epidemic, it can make you really successful but if you OD your brain goes transhuman
>transhumans are invariably sociopaths, bodies change to become semiaquatic, gain pleasure from hijacking baseline humans' brains with their songs
>opposed by a hereditary priestess caste that only reproduces by parthenogenesis
>meanwhile foreign nations keep raiding the islands, the islands themselves are splitting up into factions and making war on each other
>the islands' former leader went mad after being confronted by his kid by a priestess and was driven into the wilderness to eat grass
Stealing a little Arthurian tragedy, Old Testament madness and xenophobia, and the sirens from Odyssey and dressing it all up in steel pipes and industrial grating. Wish me luck.

I'm writing a play that's basically a discussion between a priest and a secular journalist. It's in the form of a simple Socratic dialogue. It has no actual plot, and I'm still forming both of the characters in my head.

Is no one on Veeky Forums trying to write a non-genre novel?
Good.

I don't have the details of the plot figured out yet, it's really still just a vague idea I've had for awhile now.

It will begin with the protag living a life of utter dependence on and attachment to others (including family, friends, teachers, members of the opposite sex), without any real conscious awareness of this. As he becomes aware of it, he will also experience steadily increasing self-loathing and a sort of depressed and nihilistic outlook (basically a phase of "teenage angst" but accompanied by more sophisticated self-reflection and problems with more significant real-world consequences). Whether the rise in awareness causes or just correlates with the depression will be murky.

Either way, protag will eventually go in the complete opposite direction, becoming entirely disenchanted, disconnecting with almost everybody except those who feed his self-destruction, and becoming unattached from everything except that which also feeds his self-destruction.

Ultimately, protag will overcome this second phase and realize that neither total attachment/dependence nor total unattachment/independence is ideal. He will instead seek and find a "middle way" so to speak (an appropriate term as this is all partly inspired by certain Buddhist philosophies and one particular Buddhist text, although I definitely am not Buddhist myself).

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this is a movie anons
>this kid at my school hates this girl he knows
>he decides to expel her
>a professor gives him a Magic sharpie
> he writes the professors name on his face so that the girl will mistake him for the professor
>she walks into a classroom where the blackboards are covered in descriptions of her faults
>she's horrified of course
>but still more horrified when the student, pretending to be a professor tells her she is expelled from the school
>she starts crying
>suddenly a voice calls her name in the distance
>its Eva Brann, respected professor at my school
>"you have to redefine the terms!!!!" Eva Brann says, handing the girl a sharpie
>she has a revelation
>she writes the professors name on her face
>she becomes the professor
>the kid is reduced to what he was, just a kid with sharpie on his face
>she expels him
>the end

>30 years old

what the fuck

Gross. Hate comments like this.

>is this some kind of post apocalyptic future where works have gotten sentient enough to have a civilization?
>if so why is ok Simpson alive?
>will Redditors give me their money
No Redditors contrary to stereotypes usually prefer a little bit of originality
>elephant story
good stuff. You might want to read shooting the elephant by George Orwell. It also has weird elephant romanticism in the british colonies.

Good luck. Also, nice.

You seem sort of like you aren't nice

No wonder why you guys never been published

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I'm mad

>dude's a traveller
>strolls into a village
>breaks something on accident
>works to pay off debt
>falls in love with village chick
>the king comes through
>the chick he likes gets inducted into the king's harem
>mfw that's totally fucked
>dude helps chick escape town
>doesnt go with her to take fall
>king finds out
>arrests dude, he's gonna get executed
>town's pissed
>dude is executed
>violent riot procedes

book is about love or social commentary on totaltarianism or something w/e

>You seem sort of like you aren't nice

What makes you say that? I feel (and have been told) that I am best described as compassionate, beneficent, generous, and loyal. I don't mean to say I am sort of saint, I've done some fucked up things and hurt people, but my intentions are generally good.

I like the second idea user.

>Civil War
>South wins
>main character gets malaria

Upcoming novel is going to be about the struggles of a family in northern England during the '84 miner's strike. There's no plot yet per se, it's going to be structured more along the lines of small scenes that make up a coherent whole. I'm hoping that I can write beautifully enough to pull off what I have in mind.

>There's no plot yet per se, it's going to be structured more along the lines of small scenes that make up a coherent whole.

Have you read Winesburg, Ohio? This sounds similar. Either way, sounds like a solid idea. Hope it turns out well for you.

>Gross. Hate comments like this.

Fuck you you judgmental fuck.

>tfw you will never tongue punch her fart box
books can't help me now

would read

>a fat guy
>nolife neckbeard etc
>psycho fan of some child movie star
*>inb4 me and chloe G. Mortez)
>he ruins his life because of her
>he dies
>he leaves her his diary
>diary no one cares or even knows about
>she does not even know about him
>she gets older
>plays in a movie which script is somewhat similar to the diary of a fat man
>quiet justice occurs

>guy was a child
>guy knows girl
>guy has mental illness

Not bad actually lol

>main character is a small time salesman in the Csech Republic
>inexplicably, everyone starts turning into massive cockroaches (except him)
>He has to adjust to his new life surrounded by repulsive bugs that were once his friends and family
Haven't decided on a title yet, I think I'll call it...."Transfiguration"

It's about a guy's life throughout high school and his numerous failed friendships and relationships.

I want to write a magical realism novel about the value of love and family.

Neotenous little trollop.

Great scifi novel worth Hugo Award

>

>No Redditors contrary to stereotypes usually prefer a little bit of originality
fucking kek

It's just makeup and pandering. She's a hideous midget to any sane observer.

> worms live not knowing their civilization is a heat sink for a space ship
> oj simpson trial in theme, not in actuality

>tfw Torresani said she likes the idea of people masturbating to her pictures

Not greentexting because you're a fag.

It's about """""people""""" just like you. Very acerbic and unflattering stuff.

some monks and a jew try to translate the bible in France.

Now I know none of you are prodigies, so if you're posting here you're probably too young to write a good novel. Waste less time on the internet, read more, come back to it in your 30s.

>desperate genreplebs, shitposters, and people mocking you outright for making these faggot threads are representative of anything
kill you are self t b h my man

>CIA man gets a job browsing /pol/ like website
>His mission is to infiltrate and root out domestic terrorists, but he does a lot of the legwork himself in setting up these terrorist plots
>As the story progresses he starts to believe in their hyper right wing rhetoric, a pivotal moment is when he goes to a (heavily promoted by various commercial interests) pop concert and sees a bunch of 9 year old girls trying to "twerk"
>his real life slowly starts crumbling around him, his boss is the epitomization of a pretentious liberal douchebag, his girl cheats on him with a football team of black dudes, he finds society openly hostile to him, etc.
>In one scene he meets a wise old Jewish man, who talks about the necessity of preserving the Jewish race, supporting Israel, having traditions and a strong military, basically a horrible xenophobic Zionist asshole, and he realizes "The Jews are truly no different than us", he then rejects his growing feelings of antisemitism while also feeling vindicated by the fact that if he expressed any of those sentiments he'd be lynched by public opinion
>He becomes more and more disgusted with modern society, and more and more addicted to the internet community he's trying to infiltrate
>pretty soon he's up till 3am practicing the art of imageboard demagoguery with some of the only people who really "get it"
>one night he drunkenly starts an "I'm a CIA agent AMA" thread
>His douchey boss, who's already been distrustful towards him, gets wind of it and fires his ass
>He completely withdraws from society and becomes a NEET for three months, which he spends listening to Vivaldi concerts, hiking, smoking a lot of pot, and crying himself to sleep
>Towards the end of the book, one of his internet buddies emails him a manifesto/goodbye letter and his plans to shoot up some preschool full of handicapped brown kids
>He singlehandedly stops the plot at the last second by murdering his neonazi internet buddy, but realizing he's not CIA anymore, decides to hire the body so he won't be charged for murder
>in the last scene he decides that the USA is too fucked up for him, and gets on a plane to Argentina, "where Jews and Nazis can live side by side in harmony, without hate but bounded together by the same common love of the patria. Where universities and healthcare are free, women aren't bitches, and people smile when they pass you in the street".

It will basically be a couple hundred pages of ranting and raging against the state of society today, without taking any political side too seriously.

Wut? Did you think I'm OP or something? I have no idea what you're trying to say.

Actually sounds pretty dope desu.

>Fantasy world
>Very old world
>Monsters are real
>Order is fighting them
>Headquarters inside a Moria-like mine
>Thousands of people
>Apprentices go in travels with master
>Fighting monsters n shit
>Most apprentices are killed by monsters
>No worry because they can be resurrected in headquarters
>Death still very painful
>An apprentice realizes he has magic powers
>Master send him to magical school
>Not really a school most like an university town with Oxbridge-like colleges
>Fun time with friends, the secret societies n shit
>Be send back to headquarters of the order
>Be mage in order
>Mages in the order are like priests
>Study religion of the order
>Fall in love with girl mage studying with him
>Learn that people killed by monster aren't resurrected
>It's like cloning of body and memory
>(Derek Parfit: Reasons and Persons)
>Learn that there is nothing after death
>Religion says men will loose against monsters at the end of time and after that only darkness
>Nothing can be done about it
>Philosophy n shit; nihilism; existentialism!
>Realize that he loves the girl only because he's horny
>five stages of grief
>Go back fighting monsters
>Story end when he dies

>Argentina
>women aren't bitches

you obviously never been there.

Does his resurrection clone look at his own dead body and question his existence, knowing that he himself is truly dead? I feel like he should.

>Angry old drunk is looking for a missing kid.
>He has horrible night terrors.
>Everything's shit, but he tries to mitigate it.

>delusional middle aged man who infiltrates furry-filled society
>isnt a furry but a chamaleon-y
>talks to every person in a different voice and acts differently overall
>tries to make a good impression with everyone, by pretending to match axiological and ontological ideologies
>suddenly get on the floor
>everybody walk the chamaleon

only good one in the thread.

This is mine:

>40 years in the future, world in a near utopic state, robots do everything, everyone receives UBI , it can support a middle-classe lifestyle of nowdays
>Protagonist plays the detective because whatever. He is visiting his huge family in a rural small city; tons of counsins and uncles everywhere.
>Cousins dies intoxicated; local police seems apathetic and declares that was suicide; protagonist receives a chance to investigate; finds cryptic clues; references to mysticism,, secret societies, traditional works of art;
> discovers that in that little city there are two secret societies, one controlled mostly by his family inspired by the german illuminati; they love mathematics, geometry, astrology numerology, virtual reality technology and take lots of drugs. The other secret society is inspired by the heretical italian cults from the middle ages; they also are interested in middle-eastern and oriental mysticism.
>Discovers cousin was killed by someone from the italian cult. Next, someone from the italian cult dies, suspicion is on the german cult of course.
>Protagonist investigates both cults, is not convinced by the local police versions; thinks there's a third party; someone is trying to get a secret war going.
> At the same time, german cult is trying to create the philosopher's stone to be able to revive the dead cousin; the other cult tries to invoke satan for the same reason; reality seems to start bending.in the mind of the protagonist
> when the philosopher's stone is done, third entity (as satan) strikes. It is actually a trap from the protagonist; the philosopher stone is actually just a virtual reality dig showing a chat bot to someone that took a psychedelic drug. Grandmother is using the dig so che can "talk" to the dead cousin; and the satan is actually just the guy who was behind everything using a costume and being really high also he has that edgy philosophy of "men who just want to watch the world burn"
>protagonist explains everything in the judgement; but reflects his doubt on reality and the future of the society since people can do pretty weird things when they don't need to work at normal jobs anymore

not bad

blattant same-faggotry

most original one you wanted to say

>"It's like The Fault in Our Stars but different!"

>Battle of Kursk, a young German soldier awaits for death but wakes up in a world populated by furries
>The furry world is in danger because a Savage Horde of Troll-like monsters called Grimeskins are killing and raping everyone.
>The soldier discovers that there are more people from the real world who appeared in the Furry world.
> Among them are Jochen Peiper and Sepp Dietrich.

It's called "The Furred Reich" and it can be bought on Amazon, I'm already working on a sequel.

Would read this great idea user

>Does his resurrection clone look at his own dead body and question his existence, knowing that he himself is truly dead? I feel like he should.
Good idea, thanks

>boy gets kidnapped for cp at age 2
>gets brainwashed and grows up in this fucked up "community"
>porn ring gets busted and he is "free"
>victime organisation helps him track down his family
>meets them but it's awkward af
>he tries to etablish a normal life, get a job, an apt, even meets a girl
>breaks down because this was the only life he knew
>kills self

>Furry world

you mean he got somehow transported to Japan?

I always laugh at you guys giving away your plots and ideas to professional writers who are in a dry spell and come here fishing.

i don't see anything worthile for "fishing" itt...

I have no plot, just a concept.

Essentially the cure to ageing is discovered and distributed to everybody, meaning death can only occur through physical means, as eventually all diseases and cancers are cured too.

This leads to some extremely strict population control with children only being allowed something like one per decade for a couple. The novel would be set around 1000 years after the introduction of the ageing cure.
The majority of humans take it at age 24, the few people who took it at old age when it was introduced, and are thus physically old, are highly revered.

Then there would be some sort of faction that wants to destroy the ageing cure and stop it being given to young people, perhaps religious reasons.

Haven't come up with more than that.

why everything must be so dystopic here

Instead of rampaging through the streets, he should try to recreate Hannibal trying to take his elephants over the mountains, kinda like Fitzcarraldo but with elephants, and they all die. Less edgy, more charming.

I like that. But instead of a definite death I'm just going to leave it open ended. The last scene is at the foot of the mountain. It'll be like Sissyphus.

A duo in a low-fantasy setting conduct investigations to find a mage committing the malpractice of magic on people (manipulating human biology, altering people's perception, memory and minds)

Of course they won't use the entire thing, but some parts might jog their creative spark and be the next Harry Potter /twilight money in the bank series.

Here, I want yall to steal this. Change it around and make money. Just thank user in the credits.

>the Idea
Guy walks into some store in the most racist place in the USA.
He is black(it will really fuck with people's mind), somebody gives him some racist slur or some shit, and he shoots them.

People in store also has guns, they gun him down, he gets up and kills them all, even the children.
Police arrive, they gun him down, he gets back up kills them all.

Later he approaches the on scene TV Crew and makes an announcement on a Live Broadcast, telling everyone that anyone one insulting or attempting harm on his person will be executed.

The reporter says something along the lines of "What gives you the right to kill people, who he thinks insulted him?"

He shows a perfect 3d holographic image, that has strange characters/images. He then goes to explain that he has the "right" to do as he because because he is now the ruler of this solar system.

He says the image shown is the Deed of the Solar system and he just bought it off the being we called God, then goes to list other deities that are found throughout other faiths and through the ages, explaining they are one and the same being trying different ways of rule.

He says unlike our former creator, he likes to take a personal interest in his work.

After other forms of law enforcement and military fail at killing him, a tremor goes through the world as they try to reassess their life and their place in it.

Story follows the new god, has lost of heavy mysticism, magic/energy that defies the laws of physics and advance technology that we can't even comprehend, even when we are sat down and it's explained in depth.

Please steal.

>A dark comedy in a cyberpunk-esque, Zdzislaw Bekinski-inspired world, where a bounty hunter named Acting Vice President of the Fixers, Highfixer Wayne W. Gretzky ("No Relation") hunts strange chitinous creatures to synthesize thier venom sacs to produce the popular hallucinogenic drug, Skipper Rosin, in the last human settlement on earth, Big Money City, after the New Anthrax plague wipes out over 99.9% of all humanity in the distant future.
>After saving a young computer science specialist, Happy Hacker Amelia, from a swift end at the hand of the mob enforcer Mr. Big, the two devise a plan to further investigate the alleged source of the creatures from the bizarre anomaly known as the Badlands Lichdom, all while being pursued by Mr. Big's state-of-the-art robot bodyguard and enforcer, the pool-playing Nineball.

>Adversely a disenfranchised, alcoholic memory-altering technician named John Glauber plunges into the Big Money City's mobster underworld himself after a particularly bad game of Texas Hold Em' with a powerful mobster named Barbara Streisand ("Possible Relation") and is eventually pursued by the mob's vicious leader, 100% Heterosexual Eddy, all while on a journey of self-discovery, "squeezin' a few out" to cam sluts and "pre-apocalypse golden age pornos", drinking cheap, homemade rum, and vividly dreaming of a seemingly magical, infamous serial killer named Strigoi Man whom he believes has been stalking him at night through the mystical power of astral projection.

this.

...

I would read the elephant one

just posted this in another thread oh well
>The story centers around an Iraq war veteran in some east Montana Hamlet. He works as a private investigator in the town because he is no good at much else, and his mama always told him he had a knack for picking up on things. Does he actually? Maybe so, maybe no. In any case, he spends most of his time smoking a lot of pot and tracking down lost animals for the old people in town, sometimes at the same time. One day, however, there is a grisly murder, the likes of which is unprecedented in this tiny Montana village. The sheriff, who absolutely despises our protagonist, enlists his aid to solve the murder case, which curiously coincides with the appearance of a Papa Johns in the town. In the year 2030, Papa John's has automated its delivery process with robots that drive the cars, deliver the pizzas, and craft them as well. Our protagonist starts following this metallic trail of blood back to Papa Johns, unveiling a rather interesting set of conclusions. Is it possible that Papa Johns is using these robots to assassinate its own customers? How can people afford the pizza if all the jobs have been taken by automation? Does this murder conspiracy go all the way up to the immortal Papa John Schnatter himself?

this sounds like a stylish anime

If you have a good style, this sounds like it would actually be fun to read.

Tentatively about a guy and his job working in a very busy retail job and his interactions with customers/ his boss/ his coworkers/ his girlfriend
Half the book is gonna be about how his mundane and endlessly repetitive interactions with customers shape his understanding of human nature. The other half will be about his relationship with the people in his life and focus on modern frameworks of servitude and dominion

Well, you should definitely buy it when it comes out next Monday.

Maybe.

I would feel betrayed if his death weren't so fucking absurd and stupid that I will burst out laughing. Like he is getting ready to kill the Mega Ogre Brutal lvl 356 but on the way to his room he slips on the stairs and die.

lmao talking about stealing plots

I remember a guy that posted this exactly story in one of these threads, you dirty hipocrite

Also ultra lol at the "professional writers" fishing for stories on lit

This got some shitty fantasy anime feel, but apart from that, the plot is kind of interesting, go for it user

Bonus points for mentioning Parfit's Reasons and Persons.
I give you these for having heard of it. I doubt you have read it though.

>Gross. Hate comments like this.


found the virgin

It's a SOL anime with cute girls but it's a novel and there are no references to any anime.

>failing young writer has drunken encounter with a Cypriot immigrant called Piro at a Camden flat party
>they become friends, but writer believes that most of what Piro tells him is either lies (ie: kidnapped by the Cypriot mafia but escapes and lives in the mountains off bootlegged olive oil; family moved to Cairo for financial reasons, and he begins a relationship with a Egyptian wrestling girl his age that revolved around punching each-other during sex; or that he was fired as a fisherman because he would drive suicidally close to the cliffs) but becomes infatuated with his childish mannerisms and occasional bursts of philosophy which revolved mainly around his belief that life has no inherent truth, sense or meaning
>Piro runs up a huge tab of money with a Moroccan pimp, and also begins to owe the narrator some money too
>Piro informs the narrator of several projects that will quickly make him money and the narrator accompanies him, out of interest, but they turn out to be insane or childish
>When the narrator is home, Piro tells him he has arranged a meeting with an Indian psychic, the narrator is skeptical, reminds him that Piro barely believes in any kind of truth, let alone a superstitious one, Piro storms out, calling him a bigot
>later an ecstatic Piro returns, and asks the narrator out on a walk to prove his point that the psychic was correct, refuses to tell more
>as they pass, Piro tells the narrator to wait while he goes into a Chelsea jewler to pick out some watches,
>suddenly, and despite his small size, the narrator watches from the glass as he violently assaults the owner and subdues another clerk, smashes several cases of jewelry and walks out calmly
>narrator is stunned, calls the police, returns home
>Piro is waiting for him, and explains in vivid detail his meeting with the psychic and what appears to be a religious experience, and he explains his change of ideology, tells the narrator that everything has an explanation and leaves the writer with a stopped watch, calmly opening a window to throw himself into the Thames river. Unknown if he drowned, or disappeared.

>i look at cute wimmin
>i touch my peepee
>i feel good

haha YES fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap mmmm

what about before he was 2?

Disgusting old hag

I've found that my own personal perversion escalate more and more with each woman I fuck. I used to be the kind of kid that would silently sniff your hot mother's panties at sleepovers, now I'm an outspoken, lecherous perv and need just a hint of ass or leg to start raving on sex.

The weird thing is - if you have a good reputation as successfully promiscuous man - woman seem to find it attractive.

sensei is upper class genius, freshman is working class but is naturally talented "street smarts", have to take down an organisation of billionaires run by a visible minority who are trying to cleanse the planet of people like the freshman, stars Colin Firth as someone who looks more like Piers Morgan every passing day, and Samuel L Jackson as someone who can't actually act

Is your story about me?

i'll dedicate it to you

I'm that same guy. I want people to steal it, although no one has done so yet...

great idea, remember that oil platforms don't have room for that many people while oil rigs do have a large living quarters (up to 200 people, but can be modified for more).