9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story5 hours 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
realism at seven:twenty-seven in the morning"i just want to clarify, that, from the other day, i have no intentions of killing myself."realism at seven:twenty-seven in the morning20 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
"yeah, i understand that. i didn't think you did."
"i was expecting you to be worried though, i saw it all over your face."
"i wasn't so much worried as i was confused. you were getting all deep and philosophical out of nowhere. you were one dude the night before and something totally different the next day."
"i've always been this same guy, dad. i think about this stuff all the time. everyday i think about it."
"every young man, every young artist, everyone has had these thoughts before. you're not the only one."
"i know that..."
"like any young artist, i've had these thoughts too. i was the same way."
"i'm aware of that. that-- to tell me that, that was never my point."
"i was just confused as to what was going on monday."
"i just had thoughts and i was talking about it. i wasn't looking for advice or some sort of guidance or whatever, i was just telling you how i felt."
"and that's the whole
Matt's Tickle Torment Part 2For the next following days Matt fell into the same torturous cycle as his first day, he'd wake up be fed and allowed into the restroom, then be tickled for hours on end until he was given breaks or he passed out. It was almost a weeks time before something changed. He woke to his own accord without someone there. He looked around his room, trying to pull free of his bindings before the click of his door's lock gathered his attention. Matt looked to the door as it opened and Darius came in with the same unamused face he always wore. He walked up to the side of Matt's restrained body and raised his hand. In it was a needle with an odd blue liquid in it.Matt's Tickle Torment Part 215 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"W-what's that??" Matt asked in a panic, watching at Darius prepared it, and looked for a vein on Matt's restrained arm.
"It's just a little something to help you sleep for a bit, kid. We are going on a lil' trip and need you not to fight us. Now don't move, I don't want to have to do this the hard way, got it?"
DreamThere are a number of stories out there in our community about situations involving people or creatures of vastly different sizes, words that describe the experiences of those involved. How they feel, what they see around them, it’s all very specific. The pictures that people post of these scenarios give a better image for these kinds of settings, displaying the extreme size differences and giving chills to some of those who view them.Dream9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
There are no words that can describe or images that can show what it really feels like to experience such feelings for yourself.
There is no way to describe the feeling I felt when I fell asleep that fateful night; to awaken in my dreams to something I will never forget.
My surrounding were simple for the most part. I could pick out what looked to be an arena-type enclosure around me, and once I looked around more, I understood why.
In the distance, leaned up against the walls, was a giant.
I don’t remember the facial details, all that I coul
GriefGrief.Grief19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
. . . Tears . . .
. . . Broken . . .
. . . Bloody . . .
. . . Gone . . .
. . . Alone . . .
This is what I am.
Broken, bloody, gone.
The tears they come and go.
Lost to what might be . . . what is.
I cannot remember what it feels like to smile, to laugh, to be innocent. What it's like to be safe. To sleep with a peaceful mind.
Tears. Broken. Bloody. Disgraced.
Two hands scrambling for the sky, screaming in silence as I sink. Tears of blood . . . tears of betrayal painting a brown and battered face. Two chocolate eyes begging, wishing to know: why.
Defiled, deserted, lamented.
A heart that was never whole, now decayed and rusting. Trust and hope fading as the sun sets on the dawn of childhood. Tears o
Gary X Reader .I'm Sorry.Gary X Reader .I'm Sorry.22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gary x Reader .I'm Sorry.Gary’s pov
I gritted my teeth both in anger and jealousy as I saw (Name) giggling happily. One would think that with my big inflated ego, this would be nothing but karma must have hated me this bad. Why?
She’s giggling with her boyfriend, Ash Ketchum.
It’s like rubbing salt on all of my wounds every time I see them doing anything cheesy couples do. Then again…
It was my fault that she’s not by my side anymore.
I looked down to my Umbreon as I remember my own foolishness as I broke the heart of the person I love the most.
It was snowing in Viridian City which is a rare thing to happen but loved by the citizens. I texted (Name) to meet me up at the Pokémon center outside without giving any reason. She loves me too much she doesn’t even bother asking why and just go straight ahead as I directed. Me and some of my classmates that are in my clique snickered as my “girlfriend” passed by. Yes, with quotati
InvertI think most of us should work on inverting our lives. We’re too preoccupied as a western society (I’ll only speak for what I know). Too preoccupied and distracted to notice what we’re actually noticing. The things we tend to focus on can be condensed into two brackets. (Money) –– which can comprise of work, saving, providing for your family/friends, getting security for yourself and those you love, gaining materialistic worth that make the every day life easier. And finally consumables; which in this case would be food, clothes, shelter, water, and basic resources.Invert12 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
Another thing we focus on that can be condensed into a somewhat fidgety bracket is (distraction). Active distraction from the essence of life, from the pulse in your wrist, neck and heart. From the energy surrounding you, from the vital questions that linger on throughout the course of a life. This category can be difficult because something that is distraction to one person when used cor
Butterfly girlButterfly girl7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was born mute. My vocal chords are missing. I can't form words but I can sigh. This fact made mom and dad dissapointed. Not sad, oh no, just dissapointed because my brother and sister were perfect.
Looked like they were just arrived from the most magical fairy tale has ever been written in the history. And then there was me with my 'thing'. They called my mutism this way. They all treated me like the black sheep of the family. At least I really had dark hair and eyes, the total opposite of my brother and sister. Their eyes reminded me of the ocean, beautiful but oh so cold; and their hair was like the lights when the sun was about to disappear from the horizon on a warm, summer night. Ruby and golden lock, clean dresses, bright shoes, big smiles, pale skin, white socks, ribbons and fresh parfume scent. But not a single sound.
I could just imagine how their voices would sound. Mom often was angry and nervous, her hands were shaky but never empty. She loved wine more th
Friends Between Ages: A Legend of Zelda FanfictionFriends Between Ages: A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction3 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
TG Caption This:If Only My Teacher Was A Girl!TG Caption This:If Only My Teacher Was A Girl!2 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
Spoiler D':…Y llore… solo llore… por gusto podría decirse…Spoiler D':22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
…Tanto tiempo… tanto tiempo había pasado… y el dolor seguía punzando en mi interior… hundiéndome en la pena de un amor…un amor que ahora era siniestro… ese amor… sentimiento eterno que me obligaba a seguir, pero que a su vez me guiaba con su cálido brillo hacia las puertas del mas allá… donde quizás… solo quizás… encontraría a “esa” persona… esa… que me deslumbro con sus suaves caricias… esa… que con sus delicadas manos seco mis lagrimas… esa… que me abrió los ojos a lo bello de la existencia… esa… bella rosa de venenosas espinas… que me humillo… me traiciono… y murió… murió… solo para hacerme sufrir…
…debo sufrir… me lo merezco… *suspira y se queda mirando l
.:D:..:D:.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"You're so egoistic"
These words sound
like greeting to me
"You're just being lazy"
Nice to see you as well...
"You're just playing
But ,you know,
YOU DON'T FOOL ANYONE"
Anyone you say?
But who said I wanted to fool someone?
I can't even fool myself!
Why assuming directly that I am doing that for you?
Why couldn't I simply do it for me?
Am I not egoistic after all?
I don't even know
what is happening to me
Is that a game?
Am I playing?
where is the PAUSE button?
How do I stop this nightmare?
Why is it happening?
Why can't I simply stop it?
I am crying
but I don't want you to see
"These are just fake,
just like you.
In a few minutes,
you will start smiling again
If you're right then
Why can't I simply stop crying?
What is this pain inside my chest
Is that still playing?
How do I stop it?
Why don't you answer?
Depths of Inferno"Help!", I cried.Depths of Inferno21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Dancing with DragonsThe smooth scales glistening brilliantly. The warmth of its breath enveloping the skies in fire. The melody of its voice, in perfect time with the rhythmic click, click, click of its claws. So beautiful, so terrible. Nothing could compare to its might.Dancing with Dragons13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, maybe one thing could. Distance. Yes, watching from a distance would have been much nicer.
Kytha stumbled backwards, a shard of pure black shattering the ground beside her. The creature turned its opal eyes downwards, tearing its talon from the rubble with ease. Nostrils flared, sniffing the air as blood oozed from the ever-multiplying gashes in Kytha’s skin. She rose slowly, backing further into the undergrowth. Twigs tore at her clothing. Soil gripped her shoes as the ground turned from rock to dirt. It had been very nice meeting the creature, but now she wanted out.
The creature had other ideas.
Without warning, a scaly wall rammed into her, sending her flying back onto the rocks; Kytha felt her bones jar, her teeth nearly
Tubby Tabby's Midnight Snack RPTubby Tabby's Midnight Snack RP17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tubby Tabby's Midnight Snack RP
By Phrooglevore (Phrooglefa) & Supervore13
This is a very short rp me and Supervore123 did. I don’t normally do rps this short, but we were both in the mood and we both thought this was a fun rp, so here it is. In case anyone’s wondering, I play Tabby while Supervore123 plays May and the rest of the mice.
In this story, we get to see more "feral" animals as opposed to full on furries (although they still do talk and act a bit like furries ^_- ). Tabby, a greedy kitten kid, gets hungry for a midnight snack and puts her mouse "servants" in great danger when the food runs out.
I'll also say that we used human years for the ages of these characters, since I'm not all that familiar with the cat years ^_-
Please note: This story does contains an mean furry child eating furry kids and even a pregnant mother with some light digestion and scat. So if any of these things aren’t your cup of tea for whatever reason, you should not read any furt
Detention VoreI'm sitting in detention with my friends Jeff, Tom, Sam, and SteveDetention Vore18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who's that? And what did she do?" I asked "She doesn't look like someone that would be here
“I think her name is Taylor" Jeff said "I heard that she walked out of her class to go to lunch again"
"Wait, go to lunch AGAIN?" I asked “I can barely eat the only lunch I go to"
An hour passes by, when my friends and I hear a really loud growling sound. We all asked "what was that?"
Since we didn't know what it was. We just forget about it, and I go back to staring at Taylor, who was incredibly beautiful, but looked a little embarrassed
"Maybe that was her stomach growling" I told myself "but didn't she eat two lunches?"
5 minutes pass, and we hear the growl again, this time I see Taylor's eyes widen, she looks at me then looks down, embarrassed. "It was her stomach" I tell myself "wow that's really loud"
I asked her if she was still hungry, after going to two lunches
"Yes" she said, while rubbing and p
Three Scenarios on warI have an example here. Three scenarios for you:Three Scenarios on war1 day ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's person A B and C.
A has a gun. C also has a gun. B is unarmed. C tries to shoot B but A caps him before he does. Who was in the right?
A shoots the gun to protect B but injures B in the process. B is safe now but badly injured. Who was right?
A shoots C but did it just as C was about to pull out the gun. His reflexes reacted and he was able to shoot C before he fired. A preemptive attack if you will. But now A is scorned even though B could have died if he didn't act. Who was right?
A shoots C but C was the father of D. D is now an orphan. He is now bitter, confused, and angry. A hole is in his heart now Who was right in this case?
The questions of morals and ethics is a strange one. One that boggles the mind. For example we don't like to admit but when we feel threatened we act rash. Sometimes in ways we don't like to admit. War is not exempt. So I ask you; what do you think in the
Little Less Story: Group Sonic TG"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Greg asked the rest of the room.Little Less Story: Group Sonic TG20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Think about it, how cool would it be to be in there?" replied Larry gleefully.
"Yeah Greg, where's your sense of adventure?" Jared added.
"Alright everyone calm down, why don't we just do it already?" Chuck told everyone.
"Open it up then!" Don yelled out excitedly.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Kyle said as he unpackaged the good.
The package opened up and out fell a model chaos emerald. "Do you really think it will work?" Chuck asked the room curiously.
"There's only one real way to find out isn't there?" Don said picking it up.
"Hey! We all have to be touching it remember? Put it on the table." Kyle scolded Don as he put it onto the table.
"Alright everyone, hands in." Larry said as the group and put their hands on the emerald.
"Now just imagine us there." Jared said as they all did just that. With their eyes closed, the emerald began to glow as both their bodies; and worl
Seeing Eye to Eye (Rewrite) - 13I pressed my back into the farthest corner of the cage, gazing upward at the giant humans. I didn’t register any more of their words. The background noise of fear had risen to a roar, blocking out most other input. Viewing everything from behind bars made my heart race. It felt a hundred times worse than being trapped under a bucket. This was a cage. This was actually meant to keep something like me imprisoned. The humans talked over me, their faces so far away. Why had I ever thought I could trust Jacob?Seeing Eye to Eye (Rewrite) - 1317 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After talking for a while, the humans turned to leave the clearing, with the yellow-haired one in the lead. Jacob turned to look over his broad shoulder at me. I stared at him with wide eyes, betrayal all over my face. Despite my trembling fear, Jacob turned his back on me with a sigh. The humans were going to go exploring, and I couldn’t help but imagine them stumbling upon someone else.
Writing commissions.What're u doin' n mahhhh howze?Writing commissions.23 hours ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Right, so I'll go ahead and reinstate my commissions. They're basically always open, except for some special circumstances (when I'm with my girlfriend, taking a break, doing college work, etc), which may take some time to be done with.
So, you want me to write for you? Alright, alright. To start, my work is cheap as well as negotiable. I don't ask for much, as my writing is really only par. If you want to commission me, I ask that you read a few of my pieces of work before making the decision so that you know that you want work in my style. It's poetic in the same way that it's not for everyone.
Styles I do/currently practice-
-NSFW; Str8, Gay, Lesbian, etc
Styles I will refuse/have not practiced-
Yeah. Anyways, thanks for considering me.
Best of luck,
Wuthering Heights . . . sort of - Day 60He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would only be half alive; and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his; and-Wuthering Heights . . . sort of - Day 601 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
my god this was boring.
Lea quietly groaned to herself as her teacher droned on in that weird Victorian accent to try and make the book seem more authentic but just made it sound even more boring than it was. She hadn't really paid much attention to the story, she just hadn't gotten into it. A couple of people died, the Heathcliff guy was being an ass to his son and his cousin and something about incest. Why were writer's so . . . plain, back then? God, she liked Romeo and Juliet more than this.
She sighed, and gazed out the window, thinking about what would make the book better. Maybe . . . maybe if Heathcliff was a werewolf. No, is he was a vampire, and Edgar was a werewolf, and then the older Catherine would have to-
Wait, that's Twilight. No.
What if Heathcl
The Eternal FlameThe Eternal FlameThe Eternal Flame11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warm orange light danced on the glassy surface of dark brown eyes. She cocked her head to one side and walked towards it, never averting her gaze. She walked around it. Circling it. Staring. Staring.
“This is impossible,” she stated in a very matter-of-fact tone, “simply impossible.”
She stopped walking and took a moment just to stare at it. It was impossible, and yet... there is was. No logs, or gas, or any fuel of any kind. Yet, there it was!
“How?” she asked aloud, running one hand through her long black hair. She shook her head and walked around it again and then sat down in front of it. There before her, flickering like its own little miracle was a dancing burnt orange fire. It sat above the ground, nothing beneath it, and glowed with bright brilliance, casting warm light across to every corner of the small cavern. It sat right in the centre o
BraveryPeople have very simple definitions for words that are often much more complex.Bravery1 day ago in Philosophical More Like This
For instance, some say that to be Brave simply means to tell the truth when it would be safer for you to lie, or to stare death in the face and smile when all logic tells you to run in fear.
They say that to be Brave you must rid yourself of all fear, but it isn't that simple. Fear is too much a part of who we are. To be rid of Fear, we would first have to rid ourselves of Pain, Hate, Confusion, and Anger... For they are all forms of Fear.
So no, Bravery is not a lack of fear. To feel that Hate.. that Anger.. that Pain.. that Fear! To feel it latch on to you and destroy your sense of reasoning, and still deny it the freedom to control you...
Showing compassion to the one who killed your loved ones,
To be an outcast that is hated by all, and choosing to love those very people instead of returning that hate,
That, is true Bravery.
Faded WorldThe world was silent. Paper looked around, mentally concluding that the silence was unnatural; that something was wrong. “Perhaps what is needed to be seen is invisible, so that it can only be seen under certain circumstances.” He spoke aloud. Paper’s vision blurred slightly, a faint overlay showing the paths of energy surrounding him. Immediately, he noticed one trail that was distinctly different from the others; out of place somehow. Deciding to follow the strange path, Paper soon came upon a peculiar sight. Before him was what appeared to be a ruined city. No, not a ruined city, Paper realized. This was a city that was never meant to exist in the first place.Faded World18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The buildings were twisted into odd shapes. Some were never finished. Others were just the roofs supported by rebar or pillars and others were a single wall, standing without anything else to give it meaning. W