On self-loveMaybe whoOn self-love2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
she really loves,
is the name
of the boy
she thinks of,
while she lines
her chatoyant eyes
maybe the name
she really needs
to think of,
is her own.
6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point (Call to Action)6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point2 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 3 “The First Turning Point”
With Links to Supplementary Material
We have finally arrived to the last part of Act I in your story, when your Protagonist-driven story will really take off. The First Turning point, also called the “Call to Action” or the “Minor Inciting Incident,” can be thought of as a tremor event after the earthquake, (Inciting Incident) that disrupted the balance that was your protagonist's life. Only this time, it will drive your protagonist to specific action.
Step 1: Connect some dots between your planned
Michaelasometimes, you meet people who are stormsMichaela3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in bottles, who are ships cast away on rocky
coastlines, contained in a mason jar. sometimes
you meet volcanoes in human skin, earthquakes
with a laugh that sounds like skipping rocks
on summer colored lakes. sometimes, you meet
people who are whirlwinds wrapped up in muscle and bone,
who are more miracle than mistake.
i think about that a lot when i look at her.
to be fair, she is nothing more than me and you
but she has a hurricane brewing in her eyes
and dandelions growing through the cracks
in her sidewalks and i think that’s wondrous
i know our lungs are the same—on mondays
and thursdays, we both find it hard to keep
breathing and sometimes if i listen hard enough
i think i can hear the storms battering her shoreline,
but you could never tell with the way she smiles.
don’t tell her, but she smiles like the sun.
she smiles crooked, like baby teeth and morals
and the first time you try to hang up a sign.
god, she sm
Death Battle: Ganondorf vs. Majora's MaskDeath Battle: Ganondorf vs. Majora's Mask8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
NIGHT OF THE FINAL DAY
6 Hours Remain
For the land of Termina, it was a time of looming horror. The night sky was a grim reddish color rather than the pitch-black it should have been at this time. Clock Town, which lay in the center of the land, was surprisingly empty of people. Most had fled the town to seek shelter wherever they could.
One glance up would instantly explain their terror and the sense of oncoming death. A moon now hung over the town, much closer than any ordinary moon. Also unlike any ordinary moon was the face it bore: one with fiery-orange eyes and a mouth baring its teeth in something resembling anger and bloodlust.
Worse still, the monstrous-looking moon was getting slowly closer. At the pace it was going, it would certainly crash into the land and the resulting impact would wipe out any and all
The Gym Leaders: Skyla TgThe Gym Leaders: Skyla Tg1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gym Leaders
It was a rainy Saturday morning, Dylan sat on his couch watching the TV quietly. His family had gone on Friday for a brief vacation and had left him with his Grandma, who spent her entire day napping. To sum it up, Dylan was very bored, normally he spent his weekends hanging out his friends Ian and Dale, but strangely enough, recently they hadn't replied to his texts or calls and when he investigated by going to their respective houses, their parents said they didn't know who Ian or Dale were, it was as if Dylan was the only one who remembered them.
Of all of areas of the house that Dylan had explored they all seemed pretty boring and plain, but there was one room that they had not ventured into, the Attic. After watching television for about a hour and making sure that his Grandma was fast asleep in her room, Dylan gathered up the nerve to venture to the attic, it was the only room on the very top floor of the house and was entered by a strange looking door th
Purple~Specks of gracePurple~1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Intermingle with violet,
Painting an accurate picture
Of your alluring spirit.
carpet stainsMy history teachercarpet stains3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
flicks through slides
of dead Jews
their xylophone ribcages,
trench stomachs, and
mouth hanging open
I feel pinholes poked
into my chest;
my soul pours
out and out and out.
I look towards the others,
and their moon faces
reflect my own
like thirty mirrors
staring back at me:
emptying and sorrowful.
Our thoughts are the same:
these bodies are people,
and people killed them,
and other people let them
kill and be killed.
People and people and people.
The bell rings,
and we shuffle papers
and click pens.
It is done,
but our souls
Mermaid Tails (tf)Mermaid Tails (tf)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fionaesque swam laps in the swim teams training pool for her next competition. She practiced her breast stroke, butterfly, and freestyle in her training swimwear. Her school had a shot for the state competition, and while she was not the fastest on her team she gave them some depth and hopes to keep other schools off the podium. The swimmer wanted to be faster, but no matter how hard she trained, she only barely just broke her best records. Fiona pulls herself out of the pool sitting on the edge taking off her cap and goggles. Her friend, Marnie, clicked a stopwatch and threw her a towel, “You shaved off a half second Shark-Bait.”
Fiona shrugged taking a moment to rest her burning muscles and ease her breathing, “Eh, little by little Marlin.”
Marnie smiled at the nickname and helped her up “Here, let me give you a ride home.”
Fiona dried off as she followed Marnie to her car. She wrapped the towel around her waist and reached to the back to grab a sh
No One Mourns The WickedIt seems no one would miss meNo One Mourns The Wicked3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I fell from the angel's grasp
Righteousness dwindled to nothing
As my fingertips laid upon the devil's hand
And my heart plunged to hell-fire
I walked among the heinous souls
Corrupted and fallen from grace
The marks of the angel's lips
Faded from my bruised skin
Feathered wings crumbled as I fell
My shadows cowered at my dastardly breath
The virtuous never purged the evil
They only let the blood-red flames turn us to ashes
Because no one loved the twisted
Tears were not shed for the impure
The laments were only for the honorable
Because no one mourns the wicked
Pretend Goth to Pretty Pink Doll (Part 1)I was not goth.Pretend Goth to Pretty Pink Doll (Part 1)3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some of you might be familiar with the gothic subculture. An usually androgynous group who wears black, heavy make-up and tend to be dark and depressed a lot. Sure, that's a stereotype, but since even the goths disagree violently on what defines them, don't expect me to give the definitive answer. It's really almost impossible to define the line between 'goth' and 'not goth'.
I was not goth.
So what was I? I was a teenager at war with my step-mother. My military dad had remarried. After a few months together with a woman who was a stranger to me, he had shipped off leaving me in her care. And I don't think either of us liked each other. I preferred to be called Chris, but she always called me Christopher even though it bugged me. She was proud of her cooking, but I would rather starve than give her the satisfaction and I would just pick through my meals. She always wanted anything in 'her' house to be bright an
Summer Tease [Rin Matsuoka x reader] RQSummer Tease [Rin Matsuoka x reader] RQ3 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun scorches fiery rays from the blue sky. Even the occasional wind blows intense heat. Fanning yourself with your hand, you lay under an umbrella while watching the boys of the Iwatobi Swim Club and the Samezuka Swim Team splashing in the cool ocean. Oh, how you wanted to jump in the water with them, but it would be awkward for one girl to mess around with twenty or more guys. Instead, you lay back down onto your beach towel with a sigh, catching up to your shows on your phone.
Gou and Ama-sensei left you in charge of the Iwatobi boys and Rin of his Samezuka boys. Scratching your head, you wondered why they both snickered before leaving you. Whatever the reason, they were planning something.
As you watch your shows, Rin jogs to you and lays by your side. "Catching up on your shows instead of having fun? Man, you're boring _____!" He gives an exaggerated yawn by you and you punch his arm in return. "Owowow!"
"You know what people would think if they see one girl splashing water at
conspiracysome fuckin metaphor forconspiracy2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
antennae and tv and kids, like shit
we're sick of radio silence
we're sick of poisoned spices
this is a children's show and
by which i mean, everybody is dead.
by which i mean, consumerism has consumed us.
by which i mean, white noise eats itself by nature
and i don't know why you're surprised
To Be a Tree (A Fox Serum Story)by grapehyacinthTo Be a Tree (A Fox Serum Story)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
After accidentally ingesting transformation serum and becoming a puppy, then having a harrowing experience as a lion, Tonya Grant had decided her next encounter with Fox Serum would be a safe, calming one. She'd wanted to be a houseplant for a week, but Lisa, her mother, encouraged her to try the tree-for-a-day serum. In case she didn't enjoy it, she wouldn't be forced to remain in a flowerpot for a week, and the tree serum was also twenty-percent off for the next few days.
So there Tonya stood, auburn hair blazing in the Friday morning sun. Her mother was filling up a watering can with the hose, while her father dug a hole right in the middle of his prized lawn.
“Hurry up before the neighbors see,” uttered Lisa, walking over and plunking the watering can down by the hole.
Tonya's younger brother Charlie came running from the house. “Yeah, we don't want crazy Mrs. Markle freaking out as you turn into a tree-monster.”
Generator Rex VS Berserker Lancelot: The BattleGenerator Rex VS Berserker Lancelot: The Battle20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Natalia: “Alright, we’ve analyzed their weapons, skills, and tactics. Lets see which weapons master wins…”
Kra: “A Death Battle!”
Milwaukee Wisconsin, America
“Doc, I haven’t seen anything yet, you sure this is the right place?” A latino teenager wearing an orange jacket said into an intercom in his ear, as he flew over the city with what looked like a giant, long winged jet pack connected to his back.
“We can’t get a reading on it, but all the witness and military reports say it was right here and not moving except to attack people.” Said a woman on the other side of the intercom. “Rex, this thing isn’t like the other EVO’s, its shrugged off everything we’ve thrown at it so far. Be careful.”
“Come on Doc, when has that stopped me before. I’m awesome, remember?”
“Ok, buzzzt zte- -arefulzzzzzzzzzzt.” The inter
GermanyxReaderx(Slight!America) Stupid American...GermanyxReaderx(Slight!America) Stupid American...2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sighed as you received another drunken text from your boyfriend, Alfred. You two had been dating since high-school, but soon after high-school, it all went down hill. Alfred went to (State University) on a Football (American not European) scholarship, but that also went down the drain. Alfred was fascinated at all the frat parties and new atmosphere.
He became a alcoholic in no time. Meaning, you being his girlfriend and all, he would send you drunken flirty texts. And you had, had enough. This time it was too far, when the bartender from (Bar Name) in town had called you and told you that if you didn't get him, then he would call the cops.
Grumbling profanities, you tossed your phone onto the bed and walked over to your closet, quickly changing out of your pajamas into some black skinny jeans and a (F/C) button up shirt. Slipping on your converse, you grabbed your phone and car keys and quickly walked out of your apartment. Fuming about y
StrengthYou're not weakStrength2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're very strong
But weak people
Make you feel weak
So they can feel stronger
They may be intimidating
But they're nothing
Just full of hot air
Commission: Special Investigation“It wasn’t that bad,” Sam said, closing her locker to give her friend a sympathetic grin.Commission: Special Investigation1 day ago in Sketches More Like This
“It was that bad!” Clover whined, slamming her locker shut and resting her forehead against it. “I fumbled all over my speech. I totally froze up and looked like an idiot.”
“Yeah, why did you get so nervous?” Alex said, stroking her chin. “I mean, we’ve been through a lot scarier things than reading a paper on the history of California.”
Clover groaned and turned around, taking in a deep breath to continue her complaining. But before she could get a single syllable out, her jaw hung down in shock from who — or rather, what — she saw coming down the hallway.
“Take a picture, Clover,” Mandy snickered. “It’ll last longer.” The snotty, popular girl and Clover’s rival in the school waddled past her, tossing her long black hair before caressing her enormous
Operation Lovebird- Levi x Reader (PREVIEW)- Report! - Hanji demanded as I left Erwin’s office.Operation Lovebird- Levi x Reader (PREVIEW)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Sucessful... - was the only thing I could say.
- AHAHAHAH!!! - she laughed overjoyed; her eyes widening behind her goggles. - Ne-ne?! How was it?
How was it? Erwin looked collected and cold on a regular basis, but behind closed doors... He was a devil and I had just had a taste. Maybe more than a taste.
- It was... hot and cold.
I smiled deviously staring back at Erwin’s door and walked ahead of Hanji. She stopped in front of Erwin’s door deep in thought then proceeded to chase me across the halls examining my bite marks and scratches.
- Did you seduce him or have a fight? - she inquired examining a distinct brand of Erwin’s teeth on my shoulder.
- Oh! Better Hanji... much better. - I said almost out of breath. Every time I remembered Erwin, I felt breathless.
- Better? Better... - she questioned to herself. - Better?! Did he disclose new information on Titans???
- Hum... No. But I’m pretty sure
Accidents HappenThe Kaufners' cottage was strategically placed. When the sun rose on Sunday mornings such as these, the light would slowly warm the house through expansive windows and skylights, casting the entire place in a calming glow. But today, the owners in question weren't awake yet to appreciate that fact. The sound of deep breathing filtered out through the ajar door to the master bedroom. Adrian Kaufner lay sprawled on his stomach under the french blue sheets. His wife was barely visible, snuggled under his hand like a sleeping dove. The 32-year old giant refused to release his hold on his dreaming state. Despite a good night's sleep, he continued to slumber on through the mid-morning, dark circles lingering under his eyes.Accidents Happen18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Im theory, this whole breakfast making plan had been a fantastic one until it clicked that Meg would be feeding her father as well as her mother. Which entailed making a lot more food than she really knew how to. None the less, the eight year old, clad in messy, slept on
sandman reveriehe trades in sorrow;sandman reverie3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
toward the dreamcatcher
as they fold through air
into the walls.
in the early afternoon;
tired of always sleeping
but never quite