The Author is DeadPlease, I need your help. We're both in danger.The Author is Dead8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Do you see that corpse in the corner? The one with fluffy red hair? That's the author of this story, and she's dead. If you don't want the same thing to happen to you or me, you need to do everything I say.
Okay. First, turn off the volume on your device. The monster's still here, and it will attack if it hears you. Work quietly now...
We don't have words to waste, so I'll sum this up quick:
I'm the protagonist. You can call me Proto.
The writer invented a creature whose harpoon-like limbs could go through anything. While she was thinking of a way for me to beat it, one claw punctured the fourth wall, and her chest, then dragged her in. She died before giving me anything.
That hole in the wall is how I can see you. You're all I have left, dear reader.
All of my teammates have been killed off- the other bodies you see. It is still nosing around them. Hasn't noticed me hiding by the rubble.
If nothing changes by the story
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
The Author and Alice.I swear that I try though even my best work is insufficient. No matter how bright and magical those thoughts are that dance around my brain, I am never fully capable to portray them to you. Not faithfully anyhow. I solely wish that I could, for these ideas of mine are so precious that they fill me with a pure sensation of happiness and glee. They dance around my mind with all their might. But for now, knowing that you love and appreciate the poor relocation of these living dreams is enough. I thank and love you for it, despite my incompetence and inability to fully comprehend what you find so great about whatever it is that I produce but just for you I enclose this:The Author and Alice.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
Falling through the hole,
A sweet little girl is lost,
Gone to Wonderland.
Looking for freedom,
She is searching for herself,
With unlikely friends.
Questions are sparked,
Wondering through Wonderland,
Who's this little girl?
She's finding herself,
In the most unlikely place,
She has freed herself.
It's time to leave now,
...So thank you to the author Thank you to the author for every written word,...So thank you to the author6 years ago in Concrete Poetry
For every single letter that fell from your silver sword.
I know this is the end, because the ink runs dry
I look down at the paper and I begin to cry
This is the end, the final chapter, I have to say goodbye.
The fantasy has ended; the world you built will die
In memory I will keep it, inside my heart of glass
Again and again I shall reread it, until more time will pass
So thank you to the author
... For every time I smiled
A Birthday Poem for an AuthorWhere is the place I'd like to go?A Birthday Poem for an Author3 years ago in Free Verse
Well, the place isn't very hard to find
It's not on the left, right, top, behind, or below
But in the mind.
A place full of colors and wonders
As far as the eye can see
Some with a closed-mind may ponder
But for the most, it makes them feel alive and fancy free.
Full of strange and wonderful creatures that you've never seen,
Where cats wear hats and foxes wear sock-es,
Fish can hum, elephants can hatch eggs, and food can be served in the color green
And soft trees to relax under from all of the raucous.
Some may not be so friendly in a snitch,
But they are actually more friendly than you think
With names like Horton, Lorax, Sally, Sam, and Thidwick,
And there's even a good amount of heart in grumps like the Grinch
You also learn lessons from this land,
Like you should always accept people for who they are
Whether their bellies are plain or have a star,
You should always lend them helping hand.
And learn how to count the fish and know the Alphabet,
the author of my hippocampus needs a proofreaderan urge of jealousythe author of my hippocampus needs a proofreader4 years ago in Free Verse
mixed with apathy
and a tint of every
open blood vessel
in my vains
sprinkle my neurons
in your blender. my
tastes sharper when
it's split in sevenths
(in spicy fragments)
i forgot to mention,
the way your cursive
skeleton felt against
the heart of my hips
then i remembered you can't forget
something that never happened.
i am an insomniac,
and sometimes i'm
a poetic amnesiac,
a librarian who's a
traitor to his spine
(please kidnap my bones;
let the shredder eat them
for dinner) drink their ink
my acerbic pen
running out of
i guess i have to choose between
the unwritten pages of my future
An Author's NightmareAn Author's NightmareAn Author's Nightmare4 years ago in Free Verse
The inkwell has tipped and fallen;
Its black liquid seeps forward
To engulf the paper, the pen.
The desk is unable to hide
From the dark, soulless mess
And it creeps over the side.
Within it, millions of lives,
Alongside millions of loves,
All fade, none left to survive.
Characters die before they breathe,
and a melancholy ache screams forth,
for the creator has fallen on knees.
"No, no, this is impossibly untrue!
My life, my hope, my entire work?
All gone, not to leave me a few?"
His tears slip down a haggard face
And his shaking hands turn black
With such dark, despondent taste.
Ebony velvet continues on,
Engulfing all, leaving none.
we are our favorite authorsi know i've lost you for a while. though i can still find you in the pages of your book suggestions,we are our favorite authors6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
words you told me had changed you, set you free, trapped you forever. made you breathe in and out,
count your breaths like ants crawling between your sheets at half past three am. i just want you to know
that caring is still a verb, and love is just a butchered adjective, verb, noun, a part of speech if you will.
and i refuse to let it engulf me. take me out behind the back porch and slay my insides daily. if i wake up in
the hospital tomorrow, remind them to tie my tongue to the roof of my mouth because i can't speak these words anymore without crying. tell my mother to set my room on fire, please oh please just promise me you will stay to watch it burn. just one more hour, just one more minute, just one more second. just watch the final embers burn, die out, and please whatever you do,
don't do it because of me.
A Review of Author Stephanie MeyerWhy You Should Give an Ounce of Credit to Stephanie MeyerA Review of Author Stephanie Meyer4 years ago in Reviews & Guides
Now, before I start this essay, don't get me wrong: I do not like Meyer. I don't like her work, I don't like her writing, I don't even like the way she handles fan mail. I read Twilight, hated it, and moved on with my life. I haven't watched any of the movies, because screw those, and the only other work I've read of hers is the first chapter or two of Breaking Dawn. And I only read that because it somehow made its way into my family's garage sale and I wanted to see if she had improved at all since her first book. But more on that later. So, is this essay somewhat biased? Absolutely. Am I still going to give SMeyer a fair review? Sure. I can do that. And when I say an ounce of credit I literally mean a collective ounce of credit, worldwide. So 7 billion people, get out your measuring spoons and figure out how much 1/7 billionth of an ounce is, pour that out, and add it to the pool. And once we've done that, w
Nightmare (KarkatxReader)"Kitkat..."Nightmare (KarkatxReader)3 years ago in Short Stories
Karkat straightened at the sound of you muttering from the doorway. His grey hands slowed their typing, but he grummbled to himself and looked over his shoulder, only to find you rubbing your eyes, your body hunched due to your grogginess. He sighed and snapped,"What is it, (Name)?"
You lowered your hands from your face. Resting a hand against the doorway to make sure you didn't fall due to your fatigue, you replied,"I... I had a nightmare."
The troll let out a groan as he turned his attention back to the computer. The keys clicked repeatedly, giving you the assumption that he was either attempting to hack or chatting to a friend of his. "It's what you get," he said irritably,"You're the one who chose to not sleep in a recuperacoon."
It was a couple of minutes filled with nothing but the clack clack clack of the keys. Karkat could tell you hadn't gone back to your room. You were just standing there, watching. Like you were waiting for something. He groaned again.
Dear Bleach Fanfiction Authors Ch 1Chapter 1 - Ichigo KurosakiDear Bleach Fanfiction Authors Ch 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Summary: Humorous short letters to Bleach fanfiction authors: what the characters would say in response to common fanfic clichés. Canon universe and pairings, mostly. Drabble series. Suggestions welcome!
Inspired by Horizons' Harry Potter story of the same name.
A/N: I'm not trying to diss any pairings in these drabbles. I'm just trying to imagine what the Bleach characters themselves would say about them, and remember, there are very few canon pairings.
Those of you who have read my writing know that I am poking fun at some of the pairings (and clichés) I myself love and/or write.
So please remember not to take any of this too seriously. I promise not to put any of my own or others' pairing preferences in these drabbles. Canon pairings only, and even those may come in for some roasting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Dear Bleach Fanfiction Authors,
I just found your site, and frankly, it's disturbing.
Poets Always Lieambrosial fabrications arePoets Always Lie3 years ago in Free Verse
easier to swallow down when
incandescence is a blessing bestowed
only upon those with silky tongues.
deceptions are beautiful
in the right words
because they are salvation, like a
rapture, they save the sickly,
self-indulgent souls from those
tragedies they used to write on the insides
of childhood notebooks about who
they could never be [themselves]
they rescue them from tremulous
corners and closets, hideaways
where they've grown too akin to
the demons they nurse; and drag
them into a land beautiful enough
to wear light as a second skin
(where lies are never discussed
but always shared)
are so much more comforting
than the absoluteness of reality
because self-resentment is as
natural as a heartbeat to those
who were born breathing and
abhorring and denying all from one
steady gasp of what the existent world
had to offer to them
back then their eyes opened, and
their fingers fumbled, born, they realized
the world wasn't as pretty as promi
7 Tips for Introducing Your Characters7 Tips for Introducing Your Characters7 Tips for Introducing Your Characters6 months ago in Reviews & Guides
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 5 “Choosing and Designing Characters” – Section 3 “Introductions”
With Links to Supplementary Material
When a reader first picks up a book, they create an instant connection with the author of the story—formed through a required level of trust just so that the two of you can immerse yourselves in the world you have created. The writer and the reader are, at that point, friends or pleasant acquaintances; and at that moment of relationship and immersion into the realm of story, the characters become just as real as the reader/writer relationship. The writer, in this situation, has the benefit of already knowing all the characters, and it is up to him/her to create an introduction for the reader to meet the characters. The lack of a good, comfort
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf4 years ago in Free Verse
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DABullied On Our Friendly Website DA1 year ago in Free Verse
There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However,
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
Human [Eren x Reader, ft. Titan!Eren]Despite what you've seen...you would never think of him as a monster.Human [Eren x Reader, ft. Titan!Eren]2 years ago in Romance
Emerald eyes glanced back at you. “Oh. Hi, (Name).”
The Titan boy was sitting several feet away from the camp, where the rest of the squad was gathered around a campfire, laughing and telling stories. Curious, you had walked over to investigate, and to be honest, the guy looked like he needed some company.
It was a rare sight to see him by himself — usually he was with Armin or Mikasa, or even both. The trio were stuck together like glue, and as far as you know, they’ve been that way ever since you first met them during training.
So why was he over here all by his lonesome?
“Where’s Mikasa and Armin?” you asked, sitting down beside the Titan boy.
Eren gestured to the forest nearby. “Mikasa went with Sasha to look for more food, and I think Armin’s helping with the horses.”
He turned his gaze back to the horizon, watching the l
I'm NOT Fat! [England x Pregnant!Reader] I'm NOT Fat!I'm NOT Fat! [England x Pregnant!Reader]3 years ago in Romance
[England x Pregnant!Reader]
Anyone in their right state of mind would notice that Arthur was distracted. They were arguing as always, yet the Brit wasn't saying a word. He wasn't yelling at Alfred for his idiotic ideas, he wasn't succumbing to the need to strangle the French man next to him, and his attention wasn't even drawn to Ludwig when he took control of the meeting. Another average World Summit meeting, but without Arthur prolonging activities, they actually accomplished a few things.
"England!" America yelled at the top of his booming voice.
The country spoken to looked over to the younger nation in slight confusion and anger at his thoughts being interrupted.
"What's wrong, dude? You've been quiet all day." He asked, worry lacing his usually chaotic voice.
"'e 'asn't even tried to strangle me."
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer3 years ago in Free Verse
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
The Sanguinary OfferingThe Sanguinary Offering:The Sanguinary Offering4 years ago in Free Verse
We lay her down upon the altar
With chains to hold her hands and feet.
She will not stir and she will not speak;
Our eyes she will not meet...
This girl was made for a single purpose
She is here to serve in death.
A simple container of blood and flesh
Soon to be robbed of breath.
Our hands bear the ancient markings
Scars we open with trembling hands.
For the scent of our blood shall awaken him;
The sleeping lord of our land...
With heads pressed to the dirty floor
We cower in fear at the Raven's cry.
For the bird shall serve as the master's herald;
And none would dare to meet his eye!
Cold and lifeless, red with blood,
He stands among us as an angel sanguine.
His wings are coated in coal-like feathers,
Black as a banshee's scream...
'Bring me the girl,' he whispers darkly
As we scurry quickly to meet his command.
He cups her chin with slender fingers,
And her life he does demand...
She gives it freely, offering her neck
And he bites it with
A Cure For Writer's BlockWhen your pen hits the paper and nothing comes outA Cure For Writer's Block3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
With a full cartridge, something's about.
Sitting there lonely staring off into space
You've got Writer's Block mate, it's a terrible case
The symptoms are some of the worse things to *bare
If left untreated, might as well say a prayer.
Diagnosing the problem is the first step to take
So let's get it started before it's too late.
Do you find yourself doing, the things you've put off?
Or watching TV late at night till you cough?
Dusting and cleaning. Hunting for food.
Surfing the net since you've found yourself glued.
Hanging out with friends all night long?
Getting them together for a night on the Town.
Or lying in bed staring off into space
Tossing something up till it hits you in the face.
This list of symptoms can go on and on
Keeping you busy for weeks, whilst mentally withdrawn.
Now on to the cure which you'll see,
It's really quite simple like *growing a tree
To Block means to stop, the ideas from flowing.
Get this barrica