I was just thinking about doing the same thing. The problem is though, unlike you I am pretty sure my reports are shit.

Publish them, even if they are shit. Not only will it boost your portfolio but there's the off chance that if you have stumbled onto gold you'll get credited with the original claim even if another takes the research forward.

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glossolalia, written down.

>>17184
Wouldn't that be asemic writing?

Try Woman In The Dunes by Kobo Abe. On one hand it's a quite whimsical and absurd, although dark and claustrophobic adventure. On the other hand it's a thoughtful, primal and beautiful depiction of the mundane, the primal and the ridiculous of human experience. It can be light, poetic and enteraining in a darkish way, or cryptic and analytic, or something in the between depending how you take it.

This board is as slow as 4Chan's old, defunct text boards.

>>17453
This makes it kinda meaningful to ask questions here. True, there may be some answer in the generals, but then you gotta watch it all the time.

Psh, Pshaw! You Southern Baptists with your organized national structure and you're endless efforts to mollify the PC Psychos; how can you summon up the gall to actually classify yourself fundamentalists? Now, I grew up in a zealot Missionary Baptist household in the rural South, and my only contact with Outside Civilization was our trips to the nearest vice-filled City...a cotton-farming burg of maybe a thousand souls, sixteen miles away; we made this journey three or four times a year for the first sixteen years of my life. Yes, William Faulkner wrote stories about boys like me.

Which didn't mean that by the time I was fifteen I hadn't decided that all that religious fluffernutter that had been ramrodded down my throat was complete bullshit; I kept my incipient Atheism to myself until I was big enough and fast enough to outrun my Dad if he decided to kill me...and to whip him if he did manage to catch me. The folks never really accepted my (lack of) beliefs, though; vindictive people, Baptists.

As for a critique of your written account, I am really left not knowing what to make of it; how is growing up in a repressive, fanatical household (which I can sympathize with) have to do with your delvings into the exciting and colorful world of Improvised Explosives (which I can also sympathize with)? What we have is a beginning and an end (just like in the Bible, remember; "I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA..."), with nothing connecting the two. We go from Prayer Meeting to pipe-bombs. We need another two chapters, maybe more, to tie the narrative together into a whole.

I would be interested in reading the completed tale. I will leave you with words spoken to me often during the tail-end of my formative years, "Kill a Commie for Mommy" (for whatever reason, my Mom never developed any true-blue, red-blooded affection for this sentiment; Baptists...go figure.)

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Seems a little long winded. Know what I mean? The prose is good, nice and meaty. Add a dash a dash of youthful desperation, synthesize a story arc, maybe give it a little more scope. Your experience is a relatable one, to me and doubtlessly many others, so if I were you I'd attempt to add a bit of something. A sinister suggestion of unanswered possibility perhaps. Pick an experience out of that vast wealth of sensory knowledge and supply it with that acidity you felt when you were knee deep in it and see what comes.

>>17217
or even better, on which portals should i search?

Not bad but not good either.

>>16625
I have little interest in reading the entire story, but I believe that what I read was pretty bad. I just have a few points that I think I should make.
>A November breeze swept over Henry and he instinctively held a paper cup full of warm coffee just a bit closer to his chest.
I believe that this sentence would be more effective if the order was reversed. What I mean is that you should mention first that he held the coffee closer to his chest and then mention the November breeze.
Also in this instance, it is better to say that he moved the coffee cup or something, rather than to say that he held the coffee cup.
>He had been standing in line for nearly twelve hours along with millions of other people waiting for their messages.
Now, at this point, the reader obviously doesn't know what the fuck you're talking about. That's fine, but I think that talking about the messages here is a mistake. I see that the MC soon after has a conversation with a girl, and she mentions the messages. So why not let that part introduce the reader to the messages?
In fact, you don't even need to mention that he had been waiting in line. Show, don't tell.
And how does there exist a line of millions of people, anyway? That just doesn't even make sense.
>Morning broke slowly, and he watched beams of piercing morning light shine down the street and reflect brightly off of store windows.
I think this sentence is redundant and unnecessary. In fact, with a few minor alterations, this sentence could have been the first one. The first two sentences were not necessary at all.
What is the timeline by the end of the first paragraph? It is:
>breeze sweeps over MC and he adjusts his coffee cup
>morning breaks and MC watches light reflect off store windows
So, what, did morning break immediately after he adjusted his coffee cup? Had morning already broken by the time he adjusted his coffee cup, and you are only now informing the reader of this? Or did it occur after he adjusted the coffee cup, but also after some time had passed? Did they happen at the same time? You have to inform the reader of these things, otherwise your timeline will be a jumbled and ambiguous mess.
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What stuck out to me for some reason was how often you kept calling him Henry, but there were only two main characters so I guess it's to be expected.

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