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Weekly #4
Notes: Posting this as I go to minimize the amount of time I take lol. NO JUDGEMENT I've been speedrunning this weekly REALLY hard and my writing comp entry is nowhere near finished plus I'm also very short so you can imagine the kind of stress I'm under :>
DISCLAIMER: Like part 1 will tell you, since I accidentally NBC Hannibal'd my story (I was having a phase don't judge), this entire weekly will contain offhand mentions of serial killings, blood and murder. There's no actual gore because I'm squeamish but also terrible at plot-based stories, but still, read at your own risk.
Total word count: words
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Part 1: Outlining
Word count: 217 words
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Part 2
Notes: This is right about the part where I went “screw it, they're lesbians.” This is because while Enid very conveniently means “soul” (like Psyche), I couldn't find anything that fit Eros except scrambling up the letters to make Rose. Bask in my big-brained glory.
Word count: 134 words
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Enid stares out the window at the bloodied mess on the field.
“I’m sorry,” she says, because she really is, “I wasn’t aware I was going to be dealing with a psychopath.”
“Not a psychopath, miss,” says the girl next to her cheerfully. “A serial killer.”
“Ah, of course. What an important difference. My apologies. Not, a psychopath, a straight-up serial killer! How could I ever mix them up like that?”
She might be sounding a little hysterical. She doesn’t care. This is way above her pay grade.
“Hey, take a breath now,” the girl says. Rose. Her name’s Rose. She gives her a grin. “I’ll help you out, yeah?”
Doubtful, but Enid could do with all the help she can get. She nods. “That’d be nice,” she says, and that seals her fate.
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Part 3
Notes: Great Scott, what is this 1k monstrosity I've created?
Word count:
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Notes: Posting this as I go to minimize the amount of time I take lol. NO JUDGEMENT I've been speedrunning this weekly REALLY hard and my writing comp entry is nowhere near finished plus I'm also very short so you can imagine the kind of stress I'm under :>
DISCLAIMER: Like part 1 will tell you, since I accidentally NBC Hannibal'd my story (I was having a phase don't judge), this entire weekly will contain offhand mentions of serial killings, blood and murder. There's no actual gore because I'm squeamish but also terrible at plot-based stories, but still, read at your own risk.
Total word count: words
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Part 1: Outlining
Word count: 217 words
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- The story is essentially a rip-off of my knowledge of NBC Hannibal, all gleaned from fandom chatter, because I’m creative like that.
- The story is also a retelling of the myth of Psyche and Eros because again, I’m creative like that.
- No cannibalism, though. Sorry. I know it’s literally the whole point of Hannibal, but I’m too squeamish for that. Plus, I need some originality.
- Story starts with Psyche being yeeted into the Killer Cupid Case. No, that’s not its actual name, because nobody knows it’s a ploy to woo her yet. This is done by her (now ex) boss, who essentially plays the role of the oracle here. Say wacky stuff and watch the drama unfold. #Goals.
- I have no idea what Psyche actually does, by the way. I’m too lazy to properly research. Just assume that she’s a detective of sorts.
- Eros is a chill, goofy dude. Yeah, he’s a murderer, but so blorbo!!!
- Psyche’s quest order is jumbled up here for convenience. She first goes to Demeter and Hera for guidance, then there’s Persephone, then Boreas. After that, there’s the fiasco with her sister. Venus is last on the list, who leads her to Eros.
- Also, I’m hoping to switch up everyone’s names for funsies. I mean, who calls their kid Boreas anymore anyway?
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Part 2
Notes: This is right about the part where I went “screw it, they're lesbians.” This is because while Enid very conveniently means “soul” (like Psyche), I couldn't find anything that fit Eros except scrambling up the letters to make Rose. Bask in my big-brained glory.
Word count: 134 words
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Enid stares out the window at the bloodied mess on the field.
“I’m sorry,” she says, because she really is, “I wasn’t aware I was going to be dealing with a psychopath.”
“Not a psychopath, miss,” says the girl next to her cheerfully. “A serial killer.”
“Ah, of course. What an important difference. My apologies. Not, a psychopath, a straight-up serial killer! How could I ever mix them up like that?”
She might be sounding a little hysterical. She doesn’t care. This is way above her pay grade.
“Hey, take a breath now,” the girl says. Rose. Her name’s Rose. She gives her a grin. “I’ll help you out, yeah?”
Doubtful, but Enid could do with all the help she can get. She nods. “That’d be nice,” she says, and that seals her fate.
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Part 3
Notes: Great Scott, what is this 1k monstrosity I've created?
Word count:
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