9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story1 day ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
(Or Ridding Your Story of Pseudo-depth)
When writing a story, one of the most important aspects to the writer will be the themes. In other words, the message you want to tell the world through your characters, plot, and struggles. However, even stories with a good message often fail on a number of levels, or else try to be deep but come off sounding ridiculous. Today, I'm going to talk about how to create genuine depth in the themes, characters, and dialogue of your story, without turning it into a sermon.
Step 1: Focus on the story and perfect it, long before you worry about the themes.
This is the single greatest failing of most stories with messages. The writer is so focused on them, that they forget the medium altogether. And as important as you think a message is, it is worthless if devoid of a concrete story. So craft your story around something tangible and solid—something that would be wonderful if there were no message whats
To Kill an ArtistIf you were to kill an artist's will,To Kill an Artist13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would be killing their skill.
If you were to kill an artist's skill,
You would be crushing their soul.
If you were to crush an artist's soul,
You would cripple their emotional being.
If you were to cripple an artist's emotional being,
You would be shredding their self-worth.
If you were to shred an artist's self worth,
You would be killing the artist themself.
If you were to kill an artist themself,
You would be a murderer.
If you were to kill an artist in any way possible, through telling them that they aren't good enough, through telling them they should give up, through telling them they'll never meet their dreams or goals, through telling them they should just stop trying-
You'd be killing someone- Someone that the world could have known, someone the world could have recognized, someone the world could have appreciated and cheered them on and helped them through life-
Something that rarely happens- But could have.
If only you d
TG Caption This:If Only My Teacher Was A Girl!TG Caption This:If Only My Teacher Was A Girl!21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“OK, class,” said Mr. Hopkins, “today we are going to be making Mayonnaise. The recipe can be found on page two hundred and three in your textbook.”
I sighed. If you’ve made Mayonnaise before, you would know just how hard it is to make. You have to whisk together eggs, and while whisking, you have to slowly pour in the oil. Too much oil and it breaks, too little oil and your arm gets even more tired than before.
“Can I do something else?” I asked, frowning.
“No!” said the teacher frowning at me. “I don’t care how long you’ve worked in the hospitality industry. This is a culinary school, and you will do everything starting from the basics!”
Ugh. Fine. I went around and started to gather my mise en place. But actually… If I have to do this, why don’t I play a little trick? Instead of the cayenne pepper (yes, mayonnaise actually does call for a small touch of it), I grabbed a few spices at random and
Friends Between Ages: A Legend of Zelda FanfictionFriends Between Ages: A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Friends Between Ages
An Ocarina of Time Fanfiction by Ink Rose
Master Sword in hand, Link dealt the final blow to Phantom Ganon, the Sword digging into the Phantom’s skull. The body of the beastly creature convulsed, eerie energy sparking in erratic patterns around it, hovering silently as an uncanny light surrounded it
Link’s eyes narrowed as a deep and booming, yet oddly familiar, voice echoed through the chamber.
“Hey kid, you did quite well... It looks like you may be gaining some slight skill...” boomed the voice of Ganondorf.
The body began to dissolve. An otherworldly looking purple portal appeared in the middle of the room, and the phantom’s remains sunk into it.
“But you have only defeated my phantom... When you fight the real me, it won’t be so easy!”
The phantom’s arms raised, clutching its head in pain as a blue flame consumed what was left of it.
“What a worthless creation that ghost was! I will banish it to the g
Photoshopped LifeYou can't saturate the wheelPhotoshopped Life23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the colors of real life;
You can't always up the contrast
In your mother's loving eyes.
You can't play with the exposure
Of a blinding summer day;
You can't include the clover
Or the smell of drying hay.
You can't take the sound of falling snow
And post for all to see,
Or capture every icy rainbow
Shining from the trees.
You can't enhance the laughter
Of the two friends by your side;
You cannot crop the flying hairs
So that they lay just right.
So let the hues be slightly dull
Who cares if skin is clear?
Just take the days, appreciate
The lovely and sincere.
It's a secretIf I told you, would you tell?It's a secret20 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
If I whispered it, would you yell?
This is me imprisoned in hell,
What is this dream that I want to dwell?
Loyalty has me caged,
Priorities has me tamed,
If I escape, I'll be shamed,
By those who shall not be named,
My head's plunging into darkness,
In this nightmare I stay restless,
My lips are sealed before I make a mess,
Will I ever pass the test?
Where has she gone?"Where has she gone?"Where has she gone?1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you were younger they had called it beautiful, the openness of your heart, but now they only call it näive. All you had ever wished for in life was to find some trace of good, to discover more than the pain and violence surrounding the people you loved day after day. You wanted more, more from others, to believe in them like you wished to be believed in. Those were eyes that saw in a full spectrum of color, and a mind that lived in a world of endless possibilities...but they've destroyed you now, the very ones you so longed to show that wonderful beauty they were all tragically blinded from. Now the world's only color is a dull gray, the only feeling the cold as bitter as ice. There are no more brilliant sunsets to watch, and no more warmth to be felt.
Do you remember those times, as children, when we'd rush out at nightfall to catch fireflies in our cupped hands? Your face was always so alive back then,
Locked Away and ForgottenI've been locked away somewhere cold and white.Locked Away and Forgotten19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been there for a while.
So long have I been trapped and numb,
I've forgotten how to smile.
I've forgotten what it's like to think,
To reason, to love, to feel.
I'm locked within my broken mind
And I've forgotten what is real.
I can't remember why I'm here
Or what happened long ago.
How did I get locked in this place?
I simply do not know.
Now enters in the man in white.
He carries a simple pill.
I swallow it and back I sink,
Sitting here, always still.
Beware the Magic Fan (Episode 2)Beware the Magic Fan (Episode 2)13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Okay so…run me through this one more time, Marcus. Let me make sure I understand this correctly” Maoko groaned. They were both sitting in the den of their home talking. Marcus had finally decided to explain to his sister everything that had happened yesterday afternoon, but the look on her face showed very little belief or interest.
“Fine, but pay attention, okay?”
“I’m all ears.”
“I was stuck in a cave…”
“I got that part.” Maoko agreed.
“And I stumbled across this fan right here!” Marcus held up the magical fan that had caused him so much trouble.
“Yes, I believe that too. Go on.” Maoko said, waving her hand.
“I picked it up and read this writing aloud…and then I turned into this magical girl with this magical wind ability and-”
“-and THAT is where you lose me, bro.” Maoko laughed. “You can’t honestly expect me to buy what obviously is a comp
MEMORY_GLITCHMEMORY_GLITCH20 hours ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
***Posted as a literature entry so I could display it in its original format.
Reblog it at Tumbr here ---> http://luckyraeve.tumblr.com/post/112811119392 (REBLOG! Please do not repost in whole or in part)
MEMORY_GLITCH - A Winter Cyborgs AU mini-comic
HYDRA hears rumors of a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base and sends WS-01 and WS-02 on a quick scouting mission. WS-02 takes an unexpected trip down memory lane.
Winter Cyborgs is what happened when I decided to throw the Winter Soldi
ThenI'm letting you goThen22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's nothing personal
I can't let you linger
It's a hindrance
To my solace
To keep these regrets
Turmoil is all they beset
I'm going to turn away now
Dear SocietyDear Society,Dear Society18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look what you’ve done to me.
Look what you’ve done to her.
Look what you’ve done to them.
Look what you’ve done to all of us.
Tell me you think this is okay so
I can spit in your face and
Kick you when you’re on the ground
Tell me everything happens for a reason so
I can whack you upside the head with
A book about starving children in Africa
Tell me life is unfair so
I can point to the scars on my arm and
Say, “I already knew that, dumbass.”
Tell me things will get better so
I can point to me now so you can see that
Once you’re in a hole, you can never truly get out
Once you see the light, dirt falls in the hole and covers it
Because someone fucking kicked it there
Someone who barely knew you but
Decided you were a bad person
Decided you were going to burn in hell
Decided you weren’t worthy of love
Tell me this is all part of God’s plan so
I can open the Bible itself and show you where
It condones rape, murder, s
SuspendedWinter has frozen her work now,Suspended16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
secret names shimmering, safe, anguished.
Lulled, we enter it like a rocking cradle,
the white, vaulted room
where frost settles into glass,
where we shrink with the noise of death
drawing itself across the snow,
packing up the wise, the sad, the beautiful.
Our hands are older than our eyes, some say.
Some say our memories are forgiven,
that we’ve come to a place
famous for absurdity,
but this is the part where we light the village farolitos,
like children accustomed to time travel and invisibility,
striking our matches in the dark.
Levi x Reader - Cruel Intentions [AU]Levi x Reader - Cruel Intentions [AU]21 hours ago in Drama More Like This
Warning: This is based off of a fucked up movie. There is step-incest, drugs, extremely vulgar language and offensive phrases, drama, and mentions of sex. Read at your own risk
"In the game of seduction, there is only one rule...never fall in love"
On the upper east side of Manhattan, there lies an impressive mansion of a recently married couple. Unfortunately, this wealthy couple always seems to be out doing their multimillion-dollar business wherever they are needed. The result? They never seem to be home with their children, as one would expect. They are unaware of the activities that their children Petra Ral and Levi Ackerman do to alleviate their inevitable boredom outside of school. Sadly, they will never find out what truly goes on behind closed doors.
On this day, the house had welcomed two very special visitors sitting in one of their many li
Black lips"Teacher,Black lips16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even though our lips are black,
your soul is the darkest thing around here."
We are already broken,
we are barely clinging on to the loose hope that we call our sanity,
we are clawing each others faces, wanting a well deserved break.
We aren't the ones who gloss their faces with the brightest of pinks,
we aren't the ones who allow for our hair to be tied by a sparkly rubber band,
we aren't the ones who want the words "SWAG" labeled on our shirts.
So where did your problem come from?
Who made you such a hateful person?
Who made your skin covered in cracks?
Who placed that crease upon your brow?
The air is cold tonight.
I am staring out my window, watching the cars pass by on the lonely night road.
My thumb resting in my nail, the nail being chomped to its seam.
Words have been coming quickly, and painfully.
'I have to get this out.'
I put my hand on my blade, and threw it away.
I placed my hand on my heart, and tossed it in the wastebasket
ragtimei swore i would never again write for you, or for this feeling in general no matter to whom it applied,ragtime19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i am once again caught
by hips brushing side-by-side on this bench,
your half-chuckle as i splash orange juice by accident.
and this is wrong, i can feel it in my bones,
as they carry me across concrete by your side--
but that fact changes nothing; and it seems
that this empty hall echoes with my hastening heart’s pulse,
as you rest your head on my shoulder and tangle fingers
in blonde hair still lighter than yours, like happened once on a similar sunny day;
but this time something feels renewed and fresh and untainted
by the toxicity of someone we both once knew; something that had its claws, once, in both our minds.
it’s wrong that you still make my heart pound,
and leave me stunned just by turning your head so the sunlight catches your eyes,
makes them light up in their forest hues; and then you say something
that no one, no one else in the hist
Starcrossed || TenBy the time they reached Sarnic later that afternoon, Jared looked like a miserable mess. His clothes and pack were reasonably filthy, and still bore a trace of dampness from the lake submersion- not to mention the torn pant leg that fluttered pathetically as he walked. He bore a thin sheen of sweat and a scattering of dirt on his face that he had neglected to wipe off.Starcrossed || Ten10 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was no wonder he was getting so many curious looks, even with the human woman tucked out of sight in his jacket again.
He stepped onto a moving walkway that went under a glass overhang. Thunder rolled gently overhead, snapping several gazes up at the grey sky fearfully. Instead of going along at the meandering speed of the walkway, Jared picked up pace and paved his own way through the crowd of people. They had less time than he anticipated.
Leaves trickled down from behemoth, moss-ridden trees planted in key points throughout the glass and metal buildings. The buildings welcomed the trees, proving customized gaps an
PurpleMan, Springtrap, GoldenFreddy Theories/FactsPurpleMan, Springtrap, GoldenFreddy Theories/Facts20 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
FNAF 3: PurpleMan, Springtrap, Golden Freddy Theories/Facts!
Okay so this is my theory/Facts of Purple Man, Springtrap, Golden Freddy!
During the 1970's when Fredbear's Family Dinner was open there were two gold animatronics, Fredbear & Springtrap!
I think this because because in the death mini games you play as Golden Freddy (Fredbear) & you see Springtrap with the kids in a small room.
Then the closing of Fredbear's Family Dinner happen & Fredbear (now Golden Freddy) & Springtrap got transfer to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza (FNAF) Golden Freddy & Springtrap was move somewhere in the part & service room or somewhere else. (Which is why we can't see them)
Then during night 6 the murder happen & the Pizzeria close down. In 1993 Freddy Fazbear's Dinner open. Golden Freddy & Springtrap was hidden somewhere either the kitchen or the basement.
Then other murder case happen, someone re-calling a person using a 'Yellow' suit which could b
Play Me In CrescendoIt scares me that this could bePlay Me In Crescendo7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
my last poem—
something more than a goodbye
but less than my soul;
a mere imprint
on half a white page
just begging to be read,
I haven’t even begun to grasp
the hintings of love,
its quirks & random tendencies
to be set aflame
when you look into the eyes
of someone staring back
It isn’t fair for fear
to house in the hollows
of your stomach,
because there’s so much more
that’s worth the good
you’re too shy to touch—
knowing you’ve been burned before.
So darling, don’t leave me roses
on my grave;
read to me,
in your happiest of voices,
poems and quotations
you’d give your heart for
eggs benedictit’s four thirty in the morning,eggs benedict21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my hair is still shaped like your fingers.
the sun opens like a soft esophagus
breathing air onto the bedroom window.
i wipe steam from the mirror,
stare into those eyes that
stared into your eyes.
i think a lot about raising money
for my own funeral.
maybe i could sell this poem for 50 pence in england,
where the rain is more normal.
write my grandmother a letter,
telling her everything is sunny
and the wind has a chill.
tell her my heart pulses red blood cells in
the shape of yorkshire.
it’s four thirty in the morning,
and your smell is in my pillows.
i lie on the floor, naked legs, socks on my feet.
somehow this seems lonely and sexual
at the same time,
with only the dawn watching me shiver.
stare into the light like its your eyes again.
i think a lot about the colors i leave on other people.
my palms are yellow when i reach
for my sister.
i run my fingers through my hair,
pull the green and blue leaves out.
you are purple like my rai
Yours [ Familiar!Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ]“As your familiar, I vow to protect you, (Name), the next successor to the family name, at any and all costs.”Yours [ Familiar!Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader ]1 day ago in Romance More Like This
Your voice was shaky as the words escaped your lips.
This is just a hypothetical question, but...if you were to fall in love with someone in a higher social class than you, would you give up your livelihood to be with them?
It was a quiet night, the wind whistling softly in your ears and raining pale pink cherry blossom petals all around you. From above, the moon shed an ethereal light that washed your surroundings in a pale palette of colors.
The man before you betrayed no emotion as he gazed at you. His answer was one you expected, but still hurt you nonetheless.
“Logically speaking, no. We’re in different social classes for a reason.”
Of course, your wolf familiar who took on the form of a human, the man with whom you’d fallen deeply in love with, saw you as nothing but the successor to the (Last) name. To him, you were
The New Year waltzes in in her red dressthe sky above is a sea of fireworksThe New Year waltzes in in her red dress16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i watch people marvelling at their
own constellations, painting out old skies
with new colours and wishing on pyrotechnics
for change. i walk past after midnight in the same
shoes, the same dress, with the same bad habits and
i marvel at the spectators more than the fireworks shattering
above us (has the sky caved in or is it just me, imagining the paint
of creation seeping through from the other side of this porcelain bowl?)
and i wish i had the faith to believe i could change anything more than my