A Sky Full of WordsA million different worldsA Sky Full of Words3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In black print
For my mind to sprint
A million escape doors
For me to
Perhaps I'll fall down a rabbit hole,
Or glide through Gion;
Smoke some metaphors,
Or wonder where She has gone.
I might ride on a dragon,
Or explore the thoughts of a dying man;
Maybe I'll meet Mr Darcy,
Or fly with Peter Pan.
I could have a chat with Morrie,
Or wander through Mansfield Park;
I could fight vampires,
Or make a revolution spark.
I might rock out with Lestat
Or philosophise with Louis;
Or maybe I'll go green,
Or hang out with Harry.
Sometimes I feel lost,
And that's okay;
Stories of a million lives
Remind me that
I will be just a story
Writing Tips: Beginner's Guide to Avoiding ClichesOne of the biggest questions I tend to get from writers is how to avoid making their work cliche. I can't give you an upfront answer to that because the answer depends largely on what you're doing and how you're doing it. And let me start by saying this: the greatest writer on earth can make any cliche work. Think about it: How to Train Your Dragon isn't exactly an original movie by any stretch, but it's outstanding because of the way that it uses the tropes that have dragged down other similar movies in horrible ways. The best way to figure out what would be cliche is to read a ton of whatever is in your genre/plot type (and by "read" I mean read books, comic books, manuals, RPG guide books, watch television shows and movies, listen to music etc).Writing Tips: Beginner's Guide to Avoiding Cliches4 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
For example, if you're I dunno, writing a series about kids ruling the world or making their own rules you're going to check out a lot in that medium. You'll soon figure out that most of them are crapsack dystopias and figure out that the ar
Foxy's pirate tales - The Siren's SongFoxy's pirate tales - The Siren's Song21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ocean, on land it is seen as a large blue blanket of water that covers most of the Earth’s surface, but to the creatures below; it is home. Only very few dare to ever set sail to the harsh waves out at sea, to face the perils and witness the monsters that lurk below. A certain red fox was one of them.
Dressed in nothing but brown tattered shorts and the fur on his skin, he welcomed the salty water and laughed at roaring waves. Armed with nothing but a sword by his side and a bottle of rum in his paws, it was safe to say that this fox was either really brave or really insane. His boat was small but his spirits were high, he didn’t give a damn about the dangers of the sea or rival of neighboring pirates that sailed beside him. His only attention was on the ocean, his first and only true love.
“They all be damned if they think they can go up against the great and mighty Foxy!” he shouted, raising the rum in the air, toasting to himself, and guzzling down the al
Sincerely, Your NotebookHe walks into the room,Sincerely, Your Notebook5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
his feet stumbling
from the anxiety
that wracks his entire body,
and spits his soul on to me—
the black liquid thoughts left unspoken.
Tears stream down his pale cheeks,
heartbreak and sorry making his lips quiver,
and as his fingers threaten to wrap themselves
around his scrawny neck
and break every bone
they whisk away his deepest secrets
I want nothing more than
to be able to comfort this miserable soul,
to stroke my fingers over his sullen face
and whisper all the things I adore about him,
but I simply cannot.
So I'll let him tattoo me with his depression
and allow him to use and abuse me
any way he wishes
until his tears are dry,
his cheeks are no longer tear-stained,
his lips no longer shake,
and his fingers rest.
After all, it is all I can do.
Death Battle: Ganondorf vs. Majora's MaskDeath Battle: Ganondorf vs. Majora's Mask6 days 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
Taste meTaste meTaste me4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lick the poison of my skin
Don't try to compensate
I won't let you win
Drown in me
I taste like the ocean
I'll corrupt you with waves
I'll set you into motion
Don't you love me?
Don't you need me?
I know I don't
Don't you want me?
You're stupid if so
Wreckage of my life
Perfect set for yours to start
I taste like wine
Rich and old
and so goddamn fine
I'll penetrate your veins
and shatter your mind
No reason why
I'd give myself to you
But then again, why would I?
The Gym Leaders: Skyla TgThe Gym Leaders: Skyla Tg1 week 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 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Intermingle with violet,
Painting an accurate picture
Of your alluring spirit.
Rachel's PlanSelfish Desires pt.4Rachel's Plan5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I got Sam's number that night, messaged him a few days later.
Since then, it's been casual, by which I mean I've basically been using him like a fuck toy, messaging him when I'm horny and sending him back home when I'm finished with him. ‘Friend with benefits,’ I think is the term, though I wouldn't call Sam a 'friend,' exactly, so much as just a fantastic lay. Or that's how I thought about him when I woke up naked in my single-size bed with his warm body pressed tight against mine, whipped cream smeared around my face and pink cake icing filling up my belly button.
I glanced at Sam, still asleep with his arm over my sides, cradling my full belly lovingly. I smiled; he's a bit annoying, but there's potential there for something more. I moved slowly to get out of bed, sneaking off to the bathroom to scrub the stink of sex and the stick of sugar from my body, careful not to wake him up. This was business as usual, up until that.
Prince Soma x Male!Reader [[Oneshot Commission]]Prince Soma x Male!Reader [[Oneshot Commission]]3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The days that had come and gone within the passing week had been worth everything to the Prince of Bengal. The Phantomhive boy had given him decent enough hospitality, but Prince Soma Asman Kadar had found himself less in the Phantomhive Estate Manor and more in amongst the common rabble. London had always peaked the young prince's interest, as he loved witnessing the custom of foreigners and sampling their very way of life. Each and every aspect of London was a million times different from his home country, and he had to admit, he simply loved it.
London was the home to many strange things, but the most important to Soma were the street performers. The unfortunately poor souls attempting to gain coin by expressing whatever talents they may have picked up, and by God, they worked every time. Soma must have given them coins by the dozen, always awe-struck by how much talent such a poor little Brit could possess
.i trusted you with my porcelain collarbones.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you laid the shards you shattered
across the freezing floor,
in an attempt to put me back together.
but you know, you know,
that masking the once-beautiful parts of me
with rushed and careless taping
won't make me any less broken.
Transfiguration (Young!Barty Crouch JrXReader)The day started out as normal as any day at Hogwarts could get. You had plans to hang out with Narcissa and Bellatrix Black seeing as they were your dorm-mates and had concurred you spent to much time with Lucius, Evan and Regulus. But you had been dragged off by Lucius to help him with a transfiguration spell which he wanted to try on a student. Unfortunately that student happened to be your boyfriend Barty and you knew nothing you said would convince Lucius to do the spell on your twin brother James whom you did not get along with.Transfiguration (Young!Barty Crouch JrXReader)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It will be fine (Y/n). What will possibly go wrong?" Lucius had reassured you. Unlucky for you everything went wrong. Barty was transfigured into a scruffy brown ferret and had chosen you to take his revenge on. Now you were standing outside jumping, squirming and shrieking trying to get Barty out of your robes after he decided to exact his revenge. Anyone who saw thought you were crazy or under a spell due to Lucius pointing his wand at you,
AlarmI had an alarm on my heart,Alarm12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but this love was too silent.
RedI hated the sun. I hated every single bit of it as it scorched the frail pink skin beneath my flimsy white fur. An irritated growl slid past my muzzle as I forged my way in between the sheltering reeds of my owner’s garden. The gossiping foliage which now towered over my head, carved the sunlight into a mere sliver of a nuisance, guaranteeing my safety for now. I had always been sensitive to the light, from the moment I was born. I normally wouldn’t mind the complications that came with it, had it not been for—Red1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Look, it’s Ms. Red-Eyes!”
An all-too familiar purr of snide amusement echoed a good distance away from me. With that warning came the aftermath as a sleek, dark gray tabby tomcat with narrowed green eyes shoveled his paws towards my makeshift haven. His crunching paw-steps were loud…Obnoxiously loud. I pinned my ears against my head, even exposing a milky white tooth in utter disgust. Mac and I had never spoken formally before, and it
Secret Garden of a Serial KillerThe screen door slammed closed behind me, rattling the entire kitchen. My mother hollered something at me as I walked off into the woods. I didn't respond, I was tired of reporting to her before I made any decision.Secret Garden of a Serial Killer5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I threw my bag over my shoulder, confidence shining like the midday sun. This was going to be exactly like a crime drama, I could feel it in my bones. I was next to obsessed with all things mystery, and I planned on being a chief detective one day.
I borrowed book after book from the public library. I wanted to be the next girl crime solver extraordinaire. Like the Nancy Drew books from when I was in elementary school. Books about daredevil car thieves, geniuses with a nack for getting into trouble, and bank robbers littered my desk and occupied my thoughts at all hours of the day.
Sticking with my crime solver fashion, I set out to find some intriguing mysteries. "Perhaps I'll find a secret locket that belongs to a dead prince, or a toy doll that lead
Aina: Indulgence"Hey Aina! You mind coming here for a minute? I need to ask something."Aina: Indulgence2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I closed the laptop so that my girlfriend wouldn't be able to see what I had been looking up, a perfectly blissful ignorance for me to prey upon. She walked into the room, dressed in a casual green dress, a couple of mitts on her hands, and an apron draped over herself as she looked with a whimsical smirk.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Well, there's this rumor hanging around the guys on the forum I'm on," I explain, and this is true! "They were wondering about any sort of ticklish spots my girl has?"
Aina cocked her head to one side. "T-ticklish spots?"
Bingo. "So you've got a couple then?"
"I mean, maybe, I dunno, could be anywhere, I've never really tried."
"Oh come on," I say, standing up and walking slowly over towards her. "Surely there's a little spot that makes you giggle a little."
"Oh sure, if you're anyone else, but I...I don't have any," she said as she turned away from me, looking upwards with her chin
DaffodyingThe daffodils slumpDaffodying3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
on their cruficixial stalks.
Their little necks snap
and they suffocate;
chin on chest, they wilt.
PMDU - Intermission - WC + KV - Ill MetPMDU - Intermission - WC + KV - Ill Met1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wishful Crown & Kennedia Vein
Sorceress’ Saga and Wavering Alloy.
The darkly colored Greninja passed through the streets, whistling to herself when she spotted a very brightly colored blob of fur. Curious, she fixed up her brown hood and approached - then she seemed to realize who the Braixen was.
“Ooh hey there cutie~” She dodged around Astra and ahead of her, a smile on her lips. The Braixen jolted, before raising her eyes to the Greninja’s face, and looking rather tired though surprised.
“Teagan sure talks about you a lot,” chirped Padma, though the action was met with harshening features, flattened ears and flashing fangs.
"Does he now?" Astra responded, venom in her voice. It was clear that immediately she was wary of Padma, with how she was keeping herself at a distance, "and who are you…?"
’My, my, wasn’t she a touchy one?
6 Steps to Writing Your Story's Rising Action6 Steps to Writing Your Story's Rising Action6 Steps to Writing Your Story's Rising Action5 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 4 “The Rising Action”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Welcome to Act II of your story, where we are going to start by discussing Rising Action. Rising Action is a series of events or chapters that occur after your protagonist realizes how they are going to resolve their problem in the First Turning Point. For me, this is often the most fun, lighthearted, and enjoyable part of any novel I write—and I will provide so
Dear Mrs. Beilschmidt (Germany x Reader)Dear Mrs. Beilschmidt (Germany x Reader)6 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sehr Geehrte Frau Beilschmidt
Auf Der Seele
‘Wir kommen bald zu dir zurück.’
I couldn’t keep the tears from erupting from my glossy (e/c) eyes, my face was flushed and the labor of my breathing nearly kept me from reading the last line.
‘Wir lieben dich.’
I placed the paper onto my dresser, the dress of my gown leaving me in slight disarray as I fell back onto my bed. The familiar flowery scent on the paper giving way to my sweet darling Ida, I pressed my hands to my cheeks as I began to shake uncontrollably, the tears falling onto my skirt. “Come on (f/n), get it together.” I chanted to myself with great gu