9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story21 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
TG Caption This:If Only My Teacher Was A Girl!TG Caption This:If Only My Teacher Was A Girl!18 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 Fanfiction19 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
Butterfly girlButterfly girl1 day 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
Bitter and Brief EncounterSquad1roxBitter and Brief Encounter16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bullet Anne traveled around on the outskirts of Nome, enjoying the wind as it blew past her. "It's a good day." She said to herself. To one side of her, one Nome, to the other, the wilderness, where she thrived during hunts.
Then a scent came to her nose. "Hmm?" She looked around for the owner of the scent.
After finishing off a gull earlier, Tiva had decided to go for a walk. She was feeling energetic, wanting to go exploring.
Her wandering had carried the wolf-dog to the edges of the wilderness. Some distance away, Nome sat. Lights were lit, filling the streets and the homes. Out this far though, the only thing to offer light was the moon.
She had been watching the town with a sad sort of smile, recalling nights spent in front of the hearth before her old master had left her to the clearing, when she heard paws crunching snow. Instantly curious, her nostrils fl
The Cat and The CreamHello again – I’m sorry I haven’t been around for a while, but I have spent a fair amount of time over the last couple of months in the US, both for business and for pleasure, and my assistants have been on charge here.The Cat and The Cream1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The thing about long flights is they give you time to think and reflect, and in my case it brought to mind some of the most satisfying visits I made in my previous career – and not necessarily in terms of material gain either.
For example, in the early 70’s I got into a house up in Pinner, with the intention of helping myself to some fine pieces. I got in through the back door, and was pleased to see there was nobody downstairs, but as I walked up I could hear someone talking in one of the bedrooms.
Looking through a crack in the door, I could see a woman in her early fifties sitting on a bed, wearing a purple sleeveless top and white Capri pants, with a pair of white sandals on her feet. Sitting either side of her were t
What if......or a quick tutorial on how to give men a heart attackWhat if...18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little Skye was a treasure.
When Rose stood by her tiny little cradle and looked at the child for the first time, he felt as if something started melting inside him. He had always liked children, the smaller the better; but Skye, with her tiny hands that reached out to people who watched her, the curious, intelligent eyes and most of all - the beautiful, excited smile, was perhaps the sweetest little creature he had seen in years. Also, the sight of blissful Chrono, the happy mother, was making him strangely happy as well.
'She is gorgeous', said he, letting Skye grab his finger and trying to keep it away from the fangs he, thank God, had noticed early enough. His opinion wasn't really a huge discovery, but nonetheless, Chrono's smile grew even wider than it had been before.
'She is, isn't she?', Chrono answered, leaning slightly closer to the cradle, as if he was called to it by some magnet
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 || Ten6 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
Beware the Magic Fan (Episode 2)Beware the Magic Fan (Episode 2)10 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
Fearless but FearfulI have never met someone so brave.Fearless but Fearful10 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have never met someone so afraid.
... at the same time.
wishi dont feel at ease with who i am when all i want to be is someone elsewish14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Moontouched 29Moontouched 29Moontouched 2919 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“At least you didn’t crystallize inside me,” said Gwen. “Not much, anyway.”
“Are you sure it didn’t do any damage?” Donna checked her friend over worriedly, scanning as best she could at this late phase of the Moon. “I don’t see anything.”
“I’ll be OK. Going to have to be, I guess I’ve lost my babysitter.”
“And I’ve lost my host. Time to see what happens if I’m not part of you when the Moon sets.”
Twenty minutes later, Duncan was still human, but he could feel the changes starting. By dinnertime he was shiny-skinned and he was moving a little more slowly than usual. Sidney did not take the news that she’d soon have a statue for a husband well. In the morning, Duncan was able to return to human, as the Moon was up, but when it set he started changing back into crystal, faster than before.
As the new Moon approach
Abende verbringen im FebruarAtemlos stehe ich am Straßenrand, den Blick vom Menschen abgewandt. Nebelschwaden hängen in der Luft, welche zerspringt vor Eiseskälte.Abende verbringen im Februar7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Mein Atem gefriert binnen Sekunden, anders als mein Herz, das noch immer glüht, tief im Inneren.
Mit stillen Augen blicke ich zum Horizont, frage mich, wo du bist in dieser Welt, die wir teilen, die sogar unsere war, in alten Zeiten.
Die Tragödie hält mittlerweile seit 7 Monaten an. Seitdem verging kein Tag, andem ich nicht an dich dachte.
Kein Tag verging, an dem ich dich nicht vermisste.
Jede einzelne Sekunde leben diese Erinnerungen in mir weiter.
DancingFor most of the time she wouldn't call dancing something beautiful. It didn't feel like something beautiful. It felt like pain and hard work and more pain and disappointment. It felt like she wasn't beautiful, there were so many tears, so many faults. And pain. It was always the pain, which seemed to dominate every lesson, every second she wore those shoes.Dancing2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But then again there were those tiny perfect moments, the moments she kept fighting for.
There were those moments when she felt beautiful, when she felt like dancing was something beautiful.
In those moments everything was perfect.
The shoes were perfectly made for her feet and her feet were perfectly made for her body and her body was perfectly made for the music.
It stopped feeling like dancing and started feeling like being the music.
She wasn't a human anymore, wasn't a body struggeling to be in the right rhythm, struggling to do the right moves.
She didn't need to think about moves or music or her feet or her fingers. She was m
Pretty Little Girl Prompt: Write a scene that involves the words: Ribbon, Trident, Bamboo.Pretty Little Girl14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was such a pretty little girl. She was so very tiny with wide green eyes and long blonde hair pulled back by a silk ribbon. The ribbon matched her favorite dress. She only got to wear the dress on special occasions, like holidays and church events.
She was such a pretty little girl. She used to get so excited when Mother would pull the pretty little red dress out of the back of the closet and brush it off. She would always do a little twirl for Mother once she was fully dressed in her pretty dress and little black button shoes. Her giggles would fill the room, and Mother would give her such a tender smile. Mother would manage to calm her down so that she could brush her golden locks. Once fully brushed, Mother would tie the little red ribbon in her hair. She would jump up and run to the mirror, running her fingers through her hair.
She was such a pretty little girl. On special nights when Father was ho
Shards of the Heart Ch. 1: The HenchmenA fairytale I've been thinking about recently Involving Dartz and the DOMA boys and from a story based off of "Swan Lake" consider this as an experiment if you can call it that.Shards of the Heart Ch. 1: The Henchmen18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago, there was a sorcerer who once lived in a land where it was rich and prosperous. He worked for a king who valued his services and his friendship, along with two other kings who he offered his assistance to from time to time and paid him generously. With the help of this sorcerers magic, the lands were able to live in peace and harmony.
But one night, everything changed.
During dusk mysterious green gems fell from the sky and they landed in the three kingdoms. When the three kings got a hold the gems, they began to change, the kind king the sorcerer worked for began to grow ill, the second king started to become greedy and selfish, and the third king began to drink and become violent with everyone around him. The sorcerer tried to disarm their conflicts but neither of them would listen
Legrandzilla Musings #10Besting BulliesLegrandzilla Musings #1015 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have one story you may enjoy, unless you are a bully.
If you are a bully, shame on you. Stop it.
The reason behind most bullying is fear. It is a cowardly occupation.
It is a means to keep the negative attention off yourself by focusing it on a perceived easy target.
It is deplorable, and it betrays a lack of intelligence and character.
So here is a story for you.
We called them the "Woods Brothers" I am sure they had first names, but they were always together and always looking for trouble. That is the only title I remember of them.
The younger brother was a couple years younger and quite smaller than me. The older brother was a year younger and a real thug.
Their family had a lot of dysfunction. I heard later after all this was over (for me at least) that their mom had committed suicide. Looking back, I feel sorry for all the kids. But, there is usually a reason behind the bullying, and their family situ
Supernatural X Reader Part 2Supernatural x Reader Part 2Supernatural X Reader Part 220 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You woke the next morning to find Sam and Dean sitting at the table, exactly where they were when you fell asleep, Sam was on his laptop again and Dean was watching the T.V. that sat in front of the couch, he saw you as you sat up “morning” he said with a small smile before quickly adding on “or should I said afternoon?” he chuckled lightly “what time is it?” you asked as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes “about 1:30” Sam said looking over at you with an understanding smile, the kind of smile that said ‘I know what you’ve been though, and you deserve the sleep’; you smiled back at him and sat up the rest of the way, you stretched your arms over your head before dropping them to your lap, raising one to scratch the back of your head.
That when you noticed that Dean was staring at you with an odd look in his eyes, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but he looked away quickly before eye
[APH] Tesknota (PrusPol) #3 + SpotkanieZaparkowałem pod małym, brązowym blokiem. W przejściu wymalowane były graffiti, ale udało mi się przeczytać tylko jeden. „Witamy w krainie, gdzie obcy zginie.”[APH] Tesknota (PrusPol) #3 + Spotkanie22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Pięknie się zaczyna poznawanie jego mamy. - mruknąłem i zacząłem szukać tabliczki z numerem mając nadzieję, że to nie ten blok.
-Nie marudź, marudzisz mi od dwóch tygodni. - Francis nawet nie oderwał się od swoich dokumentów – Jeśli cię nie polubi to trudno. Ja nie mam takich problemów.
-Masz kogoś na więcej niż jedną noc? - zadrwiłem, zamknął teczkę i spojrzał na mnie – Wiesz, że żartuję.
-Wiem, a ja nie chcę cię martwić, ale to ten budynek. - nachylił się w moją stronę i wyjął kluczyki ze stacyjki – Idziemy, chcę mieć to z głowy.
From a Regular Guy to a CheerleaderPart 1From a Regular Guy to a Cheerleader19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Mackayla, but I used to go by Matt. This is the story of how that happened.
I grew up doing gymnastics, and was pretty good. Not nearly Olympic level or anything, I was too small for that, but I was still good. Despite of this, somehow no one outside of my family knew this until high school when I casually mentioned it at lunch among my friends. Instead of making fun me, they didn’t believe me and called me out on it saying I always said I could never do a flip or anything on the trampoline as kids. I told them I just didn’t want them to find out, and so I invited them to prove them wrong, and did so. However, since I had quit gymnastics last year they didn’t make fun me, but had mad respect.
That day was mostly forgotten about until my best friend handed me a flyer, and said “I dare you to try out”. This p
EmptyEmpty10 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Send me back.”
Talonstar blinked uneasily and looked up from the cool and refreshing stream at his paws. Finchstar was standing on the other side, looking at him with expecting green eyes.
The former ThornClan leader swallowed the water that had collected in his mouth before speaking. “What do you mean?” he asked carefully. Finchstar knew he wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly what the former GaleClan leader meant by his words.
“Send me down there,” the ginger and white tom demanded once more. The stars in his fur seemed to swirl more aggressively and he pondered if he would attack his fellow Clan leader if he didn’t get what he ordered.
“And why would I do that?” Talonstar replied nonchalantly. “Do you wish to stir up more trouble down there if you did?”
Finchstar let out a faint growl and his starry ginger shoulder fur rose a bit. “I’m trying to ask nicely,” he spat.
“And you’re obviousl
Mark E. Mutant - CH 3 - AwakeningAugust 26Mark E. Mutant - CH 3 - Awakening22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Malachi awoke from his fetal position, his ceremonial blade still penetrating his severed left arm, yet, he was not bleeding. His mind was racing with empty thoughts and confusion. How was he alive? Why had the blade not taken his life like he had planned? He could not fathom this reality, comprehend why he was alive. The fact remains, he still could not bring himself to embrace who he was, or exactly how special he was. He did not yet understand that Mark E. Mutant was ready to take center stage and enlighten the world.
As usual, his contract formed of blood was nowhere to be seen, as the Lord of Light had it securely tucked away. This circumstance only complicated matters, as his mixed emotions started him down a spiral to confusion.
"Was this a message from God?" he cried out as the tears ran down his sunken face. "Did you save me for some specific reason, or do you enjoy the torment I feel everyday when I stare into the mirror?"
Conditioned by his family that faith and Go
THE MANIFESTO OF THE REVISED COMMUNIST PARTYWe advocate a very simple platform:THE MANIFESTO OF THE REVISED COMMUNIST PARTY12 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. Freedom of speech. This we take to as far as it will go. Yes, hate speech is permitted- But so is debunking it, making fun of it, and getting pissed off at the one spewing it. Censorship of any form is a draconian measure that contradicts freedom of speech, and this is one thing that the Party enforces.
2. Separation of church and state; The State cannot uphold any one religion over any others, nor can the State prohibit the free exercise of religion.
3. Gender egalitarianism; Recognizing the rights issues of both genders,
4. Class struggle rather than racial conflict- That is, no matter a person's lineage, they are treated with equal consideration. We recognize that humans are one species, and thus, one race, with no inferior or superior ethnic or cultural groups.
5. Peaceful revolution; This means that peaceful noncompliance, protest and democratic means are the main form of advancing our agenda. Violence is a last resort and is contrary and unp