Changing my vacation plans.
Added 2025-08-25 23:48:29 +0000 UTCHello again my beautiful people.
I hope you are doing great. I am ^^
I'm changing my vacation plans and decided that I'd use the remainder of it trying to better my writing.
I used to LOVE writing fiction back in high school, and later college. My teachers were always encouraging me to continue with it, usually telling me that they could see a possible future for me as a writer if I only could manage to get a hold of my spelling and grammar.
Sadly, everybody thought I was only lacking in concentration. I had never heard of dyslexia at the time. I ended up giving up on that.
But times have changed. Writing tools have reached a point where they can compensate for it, and my latest script has convinced me to give it a shot.
So I plan to use the rest of the weeks doing some basic writing exercises. I know I won't be able to get to a professional state in a week, but it can't hurt, right?
And I'd really like to hear what you think of my work, but I don't want to inundate your notifications with stuff you never asked for. Especially since I doubt there'll be lots of erotic stuff in those. So this is going to be my only post on that subject this week, and as I work on my craft, I will post my exercises in the comments under it, so if you want to read them and comment, you can simply reply to these.
Maybe if I get good enough, I could write short illustrated erotic novellas from time to time. That could be something fun and different for me to do.
The other encouraging thing is... If these tools can work for my writing, they, in theory, also could work with coding. Which re-opens the possibilities for short games to be something else I might explore in the future.
See you all soon!
Alx
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2nd Writing exercise: "The Planet Through Different Senses" Write the same location from three different sensory perspectives I used my script for "The Adventures of Stella Starlight" as a basis, so this writing exercise might contain small spoilers for the first issue. I actually made 2 versions of all of these but decided to only post the second one that pushed the concept further. ___________________________________________________ 1. Through Stella's Scientific Mind Her legs were heavy. What remained of her scientific mind reminded her that it was the lactic acid in her system, but truth be told, she didn't care about the causes of her discomfort. Only the feelings. The sensation of over weight. Her rigid limbs dragging on the rough soil. The effort it took her for every step. She was exhausted. Her whole body felt like a collection of small pains in a sea of numbness. Every little scratch left by the sharp spines that tore through her fragile skin, the numerous burns of the insect bites her warm body had attracted, overwhelmed her senses. She was obviously quite relieved when her small group finally entered a clearing. It meant no more towing herself through the dense brushes. Fighting for every meter forward. It meant rest. She took a long glance of her surroundings. The sunlight filtered through the purple leaves of the tall trees that towered over them creating an eerie glow that made her skin look alien even to herself. She wasn't on Earth anymore. Still, it wasn't all that bad. Despite its oddities, the strange planet was habitable for a start. The light from the foreign star was warm and had a calming sensation. On her face, she could feel a small caressing breeze. Tickling her nerve endings, leaving goosebumps on her skin. She unzipped her jacket so that she could enjoy more of these blessings. In the air, small odors ignited her olfactory senses. None of these unpleasant. She could smell flowers, and the distinctive sweetness of the ambient humidity. And if she paid even more attention she could perceive, although barely, something that smelled strange and familiar at the same time. It was flowery and also musky. She couldn't describe it exactly, but it left her with a strange impression of excitement. As if her body was remembering something essential. Something similar that a castaway starved of food would feel if he was suddenly offered cooked bacon. Her brain would constantly tried to remind her that she was on an alien world. Shipwrecked. That she had survived a parachute malfunction unharmed. -*Thank you little blue caveman!-* Which told her that the forces of gravity were probably smaller on this planet than Earth, even if, at the moment, she couldn't feel the difference... which was interesting. She should feel... something. She should need to adapt the rhythm of her steps at least. And yet... But she was alive, and that was the important point. She would worry about her alien environment later. At the moment, the dry wood she could see all around would allow them the luxury of a fire to re-heat her emergency rations as well as relative protection from the wildlife. The clearing would ensure that the flame couldn't spread to the nearby woods. A patch of moss, soft and spongy under her feet, cool in the ambient heat and slightly wet when she touched it with her fingers, would make for a comfortable and insulated bedding for her tired body. Yes, this place would do nicely. She took off her jacket and got to work. ___________________________________________________ 2. Through Blue's Primitive Senses (Blue is still unnamed at this point of the story) He was following the strange tall female who smelled good in the place with fewer trees. He had never seen one of her kind before, but the warm musk odor tickled his nose, sending pleasant waves of excitement toward his belly and to his groin, telling him that she was ready to mate. He wanted to be the one. The female said something about camp. Something about fire. He wondered if it was safe. Surely she should realize that they would be safer up a tree. The female seemed focused on the ground, as if she lived on one plane. Hadn't he picked her up falling from the sky? Why doesn't she ever look up? Through the dense foliage he could easily spot large and sturdy branches that would offer perfect bedding, hiding and protection from the hunters on the ground. Prey are easier on the ground. Hunters are faster. Branches are harder to navigate for them. It is as simple as that. She did something strange with her garments. The strange skin-like fabric he remembered grabbing back when she fell from above opened and gave him a glimpse of her tantalizing forms. With it came the strong whiff of her mating call. He could feel his penis swell as his blood rushed to it. Good, she should be impressed. She might not be a Tree Dancer, but he still felt like she was well worth pursuing. He could hear the soft musical tones of her voice as she talked about the softness of the moss on the ground. He liked her voice. He liked her looks. He liked everything about her. He lifted his head and smelled downwind. Other than the female's breeding signals, he could pick up traces of other life forms. But not the distinctive odor of his kind. No other Tree Dancers around. No one to challenge his claim on his new female. He could also pick up the sweet odors of berries, and the stench of possible meat prey. Good, she would be grateful to receive food from him. And most importantly, he couldn't smell any hunters. Still, he would remain vigilant. He would guard her. Keep her safe. Provide for her. Until she finally offered herself to him. ___________________________________________________ 3. Through Blossom's Tiny Fairy Scale Blossom had picked up on the olfactory signal ages ago. At first she had tried to ignore it, but the sensation in her loings made it impossible. The little fairy spread her wings to answer nature's call. She swam through the air as fast as her tiny wings would allow. The delicate membranes pushing over the molecules of invisible gas as through liquids. Each thrust propelling her closer to her goal. Every inch closer increasing the wetness between her legs. She searched the unending immensity of the forest extending far beyond her view, depending entirely on her other senses. Her antennae picked up on every small trace of the signal. Her ears picked up every approaching possible predator and searched for clues on the whereabouts and the nature of the source. Her tail tasted the air behind her, for traces of scents her nose might have missed. Until she found it. The source of the signal was... surprising to say the least. A tall one, although a fetching one. Not a fae, the other ones. The ones that live in those overcrowded giant places they call "cities". Where everything stenches of dirt, meat and sweat, and of that abhorrent over flowery scented water they call "perfume". And a female one at that. Strange. Blossom had never been attracted by a female before. Something was different about that one. Firstly, she was observing her surroundings without fear. How naive could she be? Didn't she know that the woods were full of dangers? Just the other day, despite the full range of her fairy senses, Blossom had been distracted and flew straight into a spider web. She had barely escaped the terrifying monster's stinger while she was untangling herself from the sticky wires. She shivered as she recalled the monstrous hairy body - every hair, a piercing thorn- those large multifaceted eyes reflecting her terrified face, the mandibles ready to shred her tender flesh in digestible pieces. She hadn't slept well that night. But she guessed that spiders weren't much of a threat for a tall one. Nor would be the rain. The tall ones probably don't even notice those big boulders of water that could so easily pick her out of the air and throw her to the ground. Damaging her fragile wings, making it impossible for her to fly for days, leaving her quite vulnerable to all kinds of predators roaming around the large blades of cutting grass. The ground was the worst place for a fairy. Danger everywhere and no visibility. A fairy on the ground meant a dead fairy... even if she didn't know it yet. No. The fetching creature -Blossom wondered how the giantess's skin would feel under her tiny hands. How she would taste as she slid her tongue over her large pores- didn't seem to have much to fear from her surroundings at the time... with the exception of the horny Tree Dancer following her. The primitive was clearly interested in mating with her. For the moment, he seemed happy to help and dance around her, exposing his appendages and colors to his intended mate, but if the olfactory signal was as pressing for him as it was for her, there was no way for the little guy to resist for too long. If she didn't answer his advances, and she didn't look like she even noticed, he would, sooner or later, lose patience. And being forced into something so intimate was something no one should go through. Blossom would make sure it wasn't going to happen. She decided on a patch of leaves where she could watch without being noticed, and stood guard.
Alx
2025-08-26 18:30:38 +0000 UTCAll three were good. The cop was the best of the three I thought. But I could see you writing 1 and 2 into illustrated novels. Just a few pics here or there around the writing. And number 1 I thought immediately of the Victorian time traveler erotic fiction like an erotic doctor who.
lee
2025-08-26 01:39:01 +0000 UTC
