I was wondering, but how did you put this together? Did you set up a whole bunch of emails and took screenshots, or was this done on a program like photoshop? It's really well done regardless
So this is going to make me sound slightly crazy, but...
I wrote the 'emails' in Word once I knew what the contents of an entire 'email' chain were going to be. Like this:
Then I edited the word document for each screenshot I thought I wanted. But I quickly discovered that using the snip tool like I had planned wasn't going to work. To get an entire 'email' on the screen I had to make it so small it was unreadable. So instead I saved each image as it's own PDF. (This included adjusting the paper size settings to make sure that there weren't any page breaks.)
Then I uploaded the PDFs to an image hosting site and adjusted the sizes by cropping the images, making sure to keep the width of every image consistent. After that it was just a matter of using the AO3 interface to link to the hosted images.
I also tried my hand at adjusting the HTML to automatically adjust the size of the images. But AO3 doesn't support the function the way I'd like. I could auto adjust the size but not limit the size of the image to its original CSS size. So on a wide screen (like my laptop) the image pixelated horribly even though the aspect ratio was maintained.
(Yep. I'm making good use of the programming classes I took in college. I can make budgeting and loan payment calculators in VB and use enough HTML to upload stories to a fanfiction site. Now if only I could find a use for my C++ and C#.)
I officially excuse you for not actually posting the submission on the site.
I also officially think you're crazy for subjecting yourself to formatting hell. ^.^; It's a neat effect, though. I can appreciate the time and effort you put into it.
I appreciate the official excuse.
And I didn't really know how much work it was going to be until I looked up one evening and wondered why it was suddenly midnight. But then I told myself I'd done enough work that I might as well finish it. Little did i know that I was only 1/4 of the way done at that point.
Post by NewUserNamesAreHard on Sept 29, 2017 22:59:04 GMT
Title: Worst Kept Secrets
Summary: Shinichi was never going to get away with lying to Ran. He's just not that lucky.
Word Count: 546
A/N: I'm freaking out waiting to hear about a job opportunity and writing nonsensical stories is possibly the only thing keeping me even remotely sane at the moment. So here. Nonsensical super short.
Ran had suspected for a long time. She had even tried to trick the truth out of the Conan on more than one occasion. It wasn’t like Shinichi was a good liar. By all rights Ran should have known that 7 year old Conan was actually 17 year old Shinichi. But it was just too weird. Impossible really, except for the fact that it was the truth.
And of all the ways to find out…
“I’m home.” Conan called from the entry way as he pulled off his shoes and proceeded to pad down the hall.
“Welcome home.” Ran replied from the kitchen. It was like this most days. Well, the days that Conan didn’t find himself wrapped up in a murder investigation or physically dragged off to Professor Agasa’s house by the Detective Boys. It honestly amazed Ran how much trouble the five kids could get into.
“Look what we made in class today!” Conan chirped as he walked up beside her. “Handprint flowerpots!”
“Really? Let me see.” Conan’s childish moments seemed to be getting fewer and farther in-between, so Ran would enjoy them when they happened. Unless he was trying to talk his way out of trouble. Which was really only about 70% of the time.
The flowerpot Conan handed over wasn’t very big, better suited to planting herbs than a flower that would need space to spread its roots. But 7 year olds didn’t care about things like that. So, dutiful big sister that she had become, Ran cooed about Conan’s sloppy handprint art covering the sides of the terra cotta pot.
“I made it for you.” Conan insisted as she tried to give it back to him.
“Are you sure?”
“Okay. I’ll put it right next to mine and Shinichi’s.”
Conan froze in place.
“Are you okay, Conan-kun?”
He laughed awkwardly. It was the same kind of awkwardness that he always seemed to display whenever Ran mentioned Shinichi. “You still have the ones that you and Shinichi-niisan made?”
“Yeah. Don’t tell Shinichi though.”
“He’d probably say it’s embarrassing and make me throw it away.”
Ran opened the upper left cabinet to reveal a small collection of art projects she had horded away over the years; One or two of them having actually been saved from Shinichi’s waste basket. “See, don’t they make a nice trio?” She asked before she could fully process what she was seeing; Two nearly identical pots flanking the neon pink monstrosity she had made a full 10 years before.
Nearly identical, because Shinichi had made one, and Conan had made the other. But if that was true… Why was the scar from Shinichi’s forefinger clear as day on both pots? Sure Conan was supposed to be Shinichi’s cousin, so it made sense that they looked similar, but this was taking things too far.
Ran felt her eyes narrowing as she swept her gaze from the pots to Conan and back to the pots. “Now, Co-na-n-ku-n, correct me if I’m wrong, but detectives collect finger prints because everyone’s fingerprints are unique. Right?”
Conan, no, Shinichi, swallowed nervously, but nodded his head.
They were so going to have a discussion about trust issues, just as soon as he stopped running away from her.
Post by NewUserNamesAreHard on Sept 26, 2017 5:36:49 GMT
*Claps hands together* Thank you for this. I'd given Mikauzoran an alternate prompt in case this one was problematic, so I was super excited to see that you attempted it. Though... you certainly left off with quite the cliff hanger. And I can't help but wonder, three cats? I very much hope you decide to finish this. Because I am enjoying it greatly.
Post by NewUserNamesAreHard on Sept 12, 2017 2:27:51 GMT
Prompt: Nursing the sick. Writer’s choice who nurses whom and how competent they are at it.
Title: Magic is the Best Medicine
Word count: 1473
Summary: Kaito is terrible at being sick. But that’s okay, because Toichi knows exactly how to handle him.
A/N: My go-to character combination is Shinichi and Kaito, but there are so many stories about them dealing with each other’s hospital stays that I decided to try something else. I hope it tickles the prompter’s fancy because I sure had fun writing it.
Toichi’s poker face held steady as the large box on the left side of the stage sneezed. Rather, the 8 year old hiding inside the box sneezed. Internally, Toichi laughed. It wasn’t the first time Kaito had tried to get himself added to the act. Though, doing so while he was too sick to go to school… Either the boy was pretending to be sicker than he actually was, or he was as stubborn as his mother.
On second thought, it was also possible that Kaito just loved magic that much. After all, Toichi’s son practically lived and breathed magic, much to the chagrin of his teachers and classmates. The boy was probably a better magician at age 8 than Toichi had been at age 20. Not that he would ever admit it.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, a finale worthy of the term.” Toichi’s arms spread out in front of him as he walked to center stage. The show was going to be short one large box trick, but that couldn’t really be helped.
A grin spread across Toichi’s face as he looked out over the audience. He understood why Kaito always tried to worm his way on stage. This was what they lived for. The attention. The applause. And knowing that the mystified smiles on the audience’s faces belonged to them.
“For my final trick I will turn back the very hands of time.”
The box made a confused noise followed by a sniffle. Kaito had clearly caught on that Toichi wasn’t going to use the same trick he had been practicing.
“Now count down with me ladies and gentlemen. 10, 9, 8,” Toichi faked a sneeze. “Sorry about that. Let’s try again. 10, 9, 8,” He sneezed again, this time triggering 3 brightly colored smoke bombs.
A flurry of hands and cloth had Toichi in his underwear and Kaito dressed in an oversized tuxedo in a matter of seconds. The boy looked gobsmacked as the smoke cleared and he found himself center stage, his father hovering out of sight.
It took a fair amount of effort on Toichi’s part not to just burst out laughing as Kaito lifted his left arm to inspect the suit he was now wearing. The boy made a humming noise before a cough forced its way out of his throat.
One cough became two, then two became three, but Kaito recovered magnificently as a subtle frown appeared on his face. “Why do I get sick every time I do this trick?” He asked as he looked out across the audience. Then he shrugged and attempted to take a sweeping bow, instead tripping over his pants and flopping comically to the floor.
The curtain closed as Kaito struggled to right himself. “Good job.” Toichi complemented a moment before another coughing fit struck.
Kaito looked miserable as his poker face fell to reveal the sick little boy beneath. He looked tired from the unruly tips of his hair all the way down to his toes. But he still wore a tiny smile. “Can we do it again?” He asked as Toichi scooped him up to carry him back to the dressing room.
Toichi pressed his forehead against Kaito’s to gauge the boys temperature. “Not until your fever breaks.” He answered. The boy obviously hadn’t been faking his illness. He was shivering in Toichi’s arms.
“But what if it doesn’t break before the next performance?” Kaito asked through chattering teeth.
A change of tactics was clearly in order. Toichi didn’t know why he had thought Kaito would willingly go lay down when there was another performance scheduled in 45 minutes. It wasn’t like the boy had stowed away in the trunk of Toichi’s car with the props instead of staying home with his mother like he was supposed to… “Did you tell your mother you were coming with me?”
Kaito shook his head as he attempted to bury his face in Toichi’s shoulder. Chikage was either going to be furious or find it so funny she would have a hard time breathing as laughter bubbled from her throat. The Phantom Lady wasn’t the most predictable of women.
“I guess we should call her then.” Toichi said more to himself than the boy in his arms.
Kaito nodded in agreement all the same. “Do you think she’ll be mad?” The boy asked, looking up at Toichi with the deep indigo eyes he had inherited from his mother.
Toichi chuckled. If Kaito looked at his mother with that same expression, she was sure to forgive him instantly. But it might do the boy some good to have to worry about it. “I’d bet she won’t make another chocolate cake for a whole month.”
Kaito’s eyes widened in horror. “What if I apologize?” He questioned as Toichi pushed open the door to his dressing room.
Getting flustered, Kaito tried again. “And we can show her our new magic trick. Magic always makes Mom smile.” His voice was starting to take on the gravely tones of the truly sick.
“Maybe… I’ll ask.” Toichi told the boy as he sat him down in front of the dressing room’s small vanity. Then the magician picked up the dressing room phone and dialed home. Or at least pretended to dial home.
“Chikage.”He spoke into the phone. Then he flinched away from the receiver as if someone had been yelling into it. “Yes. He is with me.”
“No. He hid in the trunk. I didn’t know he was here until midway through my show.”
The look on Toichi’s face as he glanced at Kaito was less than reassuring. He was pretending to be listening to the long winded rant of an angry Chikage after all.
“I’m sure he is sorry.”
“No. No. He really is sick. He’s trying to pretend otherwise, but he has a pretty high fever.”
Toichi shook his head as he made eye contact with Kaito.
“No chocolate cake for a year?! I told him it would only be a month.”
An apologetic expression adorned Toichi’s face. ‘Three months.’ He mouthed at his son, Kaito’s eyes taking on a moist gleam as he fought back tears.
“Even if he promises to stay put and get some rest until you come and get him?”
“Okay. I’ll tell him.” Toichi said as he dropped the phone back into its cradle. “Only a week if you go to sleep right now, Kaito.”
The boy all but fell out of the chair as he scrambled to the ground, his head swiveling as he tried to find suitable pillow and blanket substitutes. Four minutes later he was curled up on the small couch against the far wall. His head was propped up on a bag of multicolor confetti and one of Toichi’s capes was draped over his small form. His eyes were screwed closed and he was doing his very best to mimic the steady breathing of sleep.
Toichi chuckled. It was an excellent act. But it was still an act. “May I have my suit back, Kaito?”
A blush spread across the boy’s cheeks as he pretended not to hear.
Toichi cleared his throat and Kaito opened one of his eyes just the tiniest bit. “Now please.”
Kaito was pouting as he sat up. “You won’t wake me up in time for your next show.” The boy accused with a sniffle.
Toichi ruffled his hair. “You can watch my next show or you can go 3 months without chocolate cake.”
Kaito looked truly torn. On one hand, magic, on the other, chocolate. It was sure to be a tough decision for an 8 year old. He opened his mouth to answer, only to have a cough interrupt him.
“You need the rest.” Toichi told they boy. “Otherwise you’ll be too sick to help in tomorrow’s show too.”
Kaito lit up like a Christmas tree, his smile so wide it looked painful. “I’ll be better by then.” He promised as he stripped out of Toichi’s suit and burrowed back under his improvised blanket.
Five minutes later, having given up on fighting his body, the boy was out cold. Smiling, Toichi picked up the phone once again. This time he actually dialed. “Moshi moshi.”
“Oh. Toichi. Did Kaito finally wear himself out?”
A quiet chuckle fell from Toichi’s lips, mingling with Chikage’s giggle a moment later. “You knew?” “I saw him climb into the back of the car.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“He’s our son, Toichi. Once he makes up his mind, there is no stopping him.”
“He stole the show.”
“And you agreed to let him help in another one didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“How long until he is allowed to have cake again?”
Sometimes Toichi swore his wife could read his mind… Or was leaving listening devices in his costumes.
Post by NewUserNamesAreHard on Sept 11, 2017 3:18:07 GMT
Honestly, I'm sort of stalled out on anything more than about 3k words at the moment. But I don't see myself participating in a longer contest like this in the future. If I see a prompt that I kind of like for a short story, I'll go ahead and try it. But I'd have to really, really like a prompt to shoot for the 6k words. I'd rather spend the time on the multi-chapter stories I've already started.
Also, I was wondering... but does a fic have to have 1.5k words minimum? I seem to be having a hard time with reaching that word count for the fix I plan on submitting :/
I think Belial got disqualified from the last contest because her story was too short...
On another note, Mikauzoran, I wrote an entry for this, but the finished copy is sitting on a computer I won't have access to again until Wednesday. (Oops.) So if you need a 3rd entry so we can have a vote I can post it later in the week. Otherwise I'll just try to learn from my mistakes. (This is what I get for writing on my lunch breaks.)
NewUserNamesAreHard: Writing resumes isn't nearly as fun as writing fan fiction.
Sept 29, 2017 2:41:58 GMT
Wyz: Wew, talk about a serious time crunch--I even had to submit before I could properly format my submission *sweat* But now it's formatted, and all is well. Now onto reading everyone else's submissions
Oct 1, 2017 22:35:39 GMT
sgamer82: Better than me. I had an idea for the flower pot short story, but a combination of it coming late int he week and a friend visiting from out of town prevented my finishing it on time. I may adapt it to a proper story nonetheless, maybe a more fleshed out.
Oct 2, 2017 0:58:13 GMT
kdm13: I had play stuff and got pulled over after the last show, which killed my motivation. Was expecting to do the short one and not the longer one, but look how that turned out,
Oct 2, 2017 2:55:33 GMT
NewUserNamesAreHard: I think I'm going to get to move back 'home'! (Not in with my parents, just back to the same state) I'm so excited!
Oct 4, 2017 21:35:10 GMT
Mikauzoran: *Waves Sheepishly* Hi guys. Sorry I'm late. It's been kind of a whacky couple days. I was up for twenty-nine hours straight, and I caught a cold or something from being in airports/on airplanes, so I've been asleep for the past few days. I went to work
Oct 19, 2017 3:01:57 GMT
Mikauzoran: today and worked about eleven hours, and now I'm finally starting the next 5k Contest. But, yeah. I'm not dead. Though, I was almost involved in that traffic accident in London last Saturday outside the Natural History Museum. If I had been three minutes
Oct 19, 2017 3:03:53 GMT
Mikauzoran: slower in crossing that street... Anyway. Excellent trip besides that, but it's good to be back. I missed you guys!
Oct 19, 2017 3:04:38 GMT