MotherI lived with my mother until I was eleven. She once told me that I was a planned child. Yet when I was twelve she told me she doesn't want me to live with her anymore because "she got her own life now". Now, if she would have been the jetsetting type, I might've understood. When you travel a lot a child can be a burden, limiting you in your personal fulfillment. But my mother spent her newly acquired own life on her butt on the couch, infront of the TV.Mother2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Why do you want a child when you get rid of it after twelve years? I have my speculations about this. She separated from my father when I was five, first we went from one hotel to another, after she went to the lawyer she received spousal support. Even after I got older, she never looked for a job. She just didn't wanted to work, always had excuses. She was lazy. My father later told me it's always been like that, even though he got her a well-paid job in a big firm (prior to my birth), she always complained about work and later
6 Tips for Fan Writers / Writing Fan-fiction6 Tips for Fan Writers/Fan-fiction6 Tips for Fan Writers / Writing Fan-fiction1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 6 “Fan-writing”
With Links to Supplementary Material
When I was about seven years old, I wrote my first story—a short “book” about an island completely inhabited by velociraptors, and a hero who could have been Dr. Grant's (my childhood hero) twin. While I didn't know it, my first work was loosely a fan-fiction of Jurassic Park. Most of us, perhaps all, become writers because at some point of our life we fell deeply in love with a story. Today, I'm going to talk about how we can make fan-stories serve us as best as possible. Please note that while fan-fiction is included in this segment, I will be using the term “fan-writing” to also include original stories with original characters that closel
Ship (Avengers/DeadpoolXReader)It was never a good sign when the new Avenger's base was quiet. Normally you could hear Cap barking orders at the new recruits or Tony yelling 'Language' at someone while Cap was in the room. But today it was silent. Assuming Tony was up to something you cautiously made your way to the wreck room only to see the Avenger's lounging around bored.Ship (Avengers/DeadpoolXReader)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"(Y/n)! Finally someone fun!" Tony said when he saw you.
"Nuh uh Stark whatever it is your planning I'm out" You shook your head.
"Dont be mean (Y/n)" Tony pouted when you sat down next to Sam who sent you a small smile.
"Fury's letting us have the day off" Steve explained when he noticed your questioning look.
"Ah good old patchy having a random act of kindness" You replied leaning back in your seat.
"Hey (Y/n) did you know the media ship you with some guy named Wade?" Tony asked randomly making you look over at him.
"Say what now?" You asked hoping you misheard.
"Yeah apparently a reporter got the scoop when this guy was heard yell
Notes on a Psychiatric WardJohn Forbes Nash, Jr., was one of the recipients of the 1994 Nobel Prize in Economics — but he nearly wasn't: the Nobel selection body had expressed concerns that he might embarrass them.Notes on a Psychiatric Ward4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mr Nash was a paranoid schizophrenic. His illness had led him to believe, among other things, that he had been charged with creating a new world government that would lead to his being crowned Emperor of Antarctica.
Most people might call such a belief mad. Mr Nash himself, acknowledging what he had been through, said: 'My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.'
The same might be said of my own quest.
After a long and interesting life, Mr Nash, along with his wife, died suddenly and needlessly in an automobile accident. I was on a psychiatric ward at the time.
The point of these brief, loosely-structured notes is to speak a little about some of my fellow patients, and to illuminate the often obscured truth that people with a mental illness are
p h i l e oHer brother had fallen in love again and of course this time the unfortunate girl was a priestess of his. Just as every other mortal Apollo became infatuated with, her end would come swift and true by the time his passion decided that she was no longer amusing.p h i l e o1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Artemis loathed her brother.
He was a disgrace of a god and yet, in every corner of Greece, the humans worshipped him. They sacrificed their finest of cattle and ram, wrote the most profound poetry in his name, even prayed for his light to bless their children so they may grow strong and healthy...but they did not know the true Apollo as Artemis did. They did not know how his heart was black and twisted like a rotten fig hiding underneath a pristine, golden exterior. Lascivious and cruel, her brother made Artemis want to plunge an arrow through his chest so that no further strife would be caused to another unsuspecting human.
But, of course, it would be treachery to voice such desires aloud. The huntress kept these thoughts lock
A word of advice...A word of advice...3 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
YOU! HEY YOU! YES, YOU, READING THIS ON YOUR PC / LAPTOP / TABLET / PHONE OR WHATEVER YOU'RE READING THIS FROM! I HAVE A FEW THINGS THAT I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU! SO LISTEN UP, AND MAKE SURE YOU GET THIS THROUGH YOUR HEAD:
You can make it in drawing, writing or in art in general. Trust me. I know this from my own personal experience what it's like to go from nothing to decent in art and over the months, I've gotten a lot of exposure on my art! (But let me tell you, it's NOT all about the popularity...it's about enjoying what you do and the good feeling of making others happy with it.)
Circa 2008, my drawings weren't even recognisable as manga. They looked like...well, let's just say I have nothing to compare them to, nor the words to describe them! I was told by most people I know that I was crap at drawing, and that I'd never get anywhere with it. Especially getting a career. (A few people sugar-coated the truth, but you could tell they thought they were aw
CONTEST -Big Prize-I received these paints from a very generous art teacher that used to teach me. I don't use them and since it was a act of generosity i would feel awful keeping them when someone else can get so much more out of them or pass them on. Thats why I've decided to have this contest.CONTEST -Big Prize-2 weeks ago in Editorial More Like This
The first place prize is $120 worth of quality oil paints [price does not including the brushes] used only once, some never used.
-sorry for the low quality picture-
The supplies are as listed:
Writing Tips: Dystopia and the Post-ApocalypseDystopia fiction is really, really popular for some reason. Actually, I know the reason—whether it be things like the Walking Dead or the resurgeance of survival games like Project Zomboid, it seems like everyone wants a piece of the dystopian pie. More or less, a dystopian story helps us realize that our lives aren't as shit as they could be. They may be a celebration of that fact, or a warning of that fact. So, how do you do the genre well? And let's get the obvious out of the way: no, your novel doesn't have to contain zombies. Zombies is a different tutorial altogether. We'll be talking about why you might want them here, but how to actually write zombies is for some other time.Writing Tips: Dystopia and the Post-Apocalypse1 month ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Dystopia more or less means that the world is shit. It doesn't have to mean that the whole world is shit, just the world that the characters aren't able to escape from. And unfortunately, it's a lot more realistic than dystopia's opposite: utopia. You'll never be able to make a good utopia story (whil
The Oak TreeThe old oak tree stands tall. In the face of adversity as in the face of calm; all situations met as one.The Oak Tree1 month ago in Philosophical More Like This
Strive to be like it.
Your strength like unto a stilled breeze. Something everyone recognizes…even as they don’t know why they do; your kindness unshakable.
Though it is, so too should be your roots, planted firmly; you sway not like the willow in the breeze but hold strong, to everything that you are.
A man or child grabs hold of one of your branches; they both go away with the same sense… you will not be moved.
And they wish to be like you.
You are a haven for the sparrow, with his sweet song. Whom like you, is a survivor...Although the eye, can discern not a difference between song and struggle. It’s no wonder he makes his home with you.
You’ve seen the past and the present, the future awaits you; so much have you witnessed and heard. Yet through time, you held your peace; the decades bearing witness to your loyalty.
For this, your presenc
Death Battle: King Kong vs. Indominus RexDeath Battle: King Kong vs. Indominus Rex2 weeks 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 primal DEATH BATTLE!!!
The broken land of the long-lost Skull Island were a host to a variety of species, all of differing size, and many of monstrous nature and appearance. However, recently, a new addition had come to the island. Not by chance, so to say, but because someone had put it there. The creature in question was dumped onto this savage island because it had proven too much of a hazard and had put its captors through hell as they tried to contain it.
Deemed too dangerous to be exposed to civilization, the captors had decided to leave the creature on an island they knew was doomed to sink below the waves. Their hope was that the creature would die with the island.
One thing was certain, though--this creature wasn't going to die without taking a few of Skull Island's inhabitants with it.
Out on the swif
Death Battle: Bigby Wolf vs GoliathDeath Battle: Bigby Wolf vs Goliath1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hydro Frez: The sun has set and the mystery is afoot! I can see the ending!
Xl: It's time for, a DEATH BATTLE!
New York, Manhattan, Nighttime
Outside of a club, a young man covered in piercings was tossed outside, his face beaten and bruised. Hurriedly, he got to his feet and hightailed it out of there as a rather gruff looking man walked out. As the doors swung open, one could see the inside of the rather dishevelled club, bodies lying unconscious all over the dance floor.
Lighting a cigar, Bigby breathed out a cloud of smoke, letting the delicious scent fill his nostrils.
Walking down the empty street, Bigby looked up to the night sky, ignoring the thugs that dashed away when he walked past their alley.
He had to admit, it felt pretty good to be feared. All it took was one glance of the wolf eyes to have the young whelps shitting their pants in fear.
Taking another inhale of his cigar, Bigby looked up to the stars again when he no
How to Design a Logo, Step by Step Guide.Chapter 1 - From the startHow to Design a Logo, Step by Step Guide.2 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
When we design a logo, we are fulfilling a need for an identity, because people think in images, not words. For example if you read “banana” on a sign, you don't think of the actual letters that form the word “banana”, you think of the fruit, you form the image in your head. That's what we want when we make a logo.
The following are features every good logo should have:
Easy to adjust. This means it has to be understandable in both small and big scale.
Charming. Once you see it you won't forget it, even if you didn't understand what it meant, you will still think about it.
Readability. It should be easy to read at any size and in any color, and shouldn't leave room for misinterpretation.
Easy to comprehend. You have to know what service or product it offers when you look at it.
Authentic. The design must not mislead the observer to believe something it's not.
light / CreepypastaA 10 year old girl with pitch black hair, grey eyes, and pale skin was sitting on her front porch awaiting her mother's arrival. You see, her mother has been on a three month business trip and the girl only could rarely talk to her on the phone. This girls name, was Joan. Aside from her rich family she was bullied at school because of what she was like. Her personality was sweet and kind, but there was a darker twist to her. She would often talk to her "friend" but everyone claims that it isn't there and that she is just a creepy, insane, weirdo. But that didn't stop Joan from talking to it! She had already named her friend shadow because her description of it was quite unsettling. She claims that it has white glowing eyes and a black shadowy body. Joan has been sent to a counselor many times because her parents where concerned about her. But she ignored that fact and kept being herself. As she waited for her mother she looked at the crimson, cloud filled sky. She eventually saw a carlight / Creepypasta1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Fermi Pair o' Socks“Captain, I’m getting a reading from the device with the blinky lights.”The Fermi Pair o' Socks1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“The one that goes ‘Voort-voort BING’?”
“Voort-voort BING!” pinged the device.
“The very same.”
“Great Scott...” The Captain stared around at the alien landscape. It seemed the least likely planetoid in the universe to be capable of sustaining life, but the device with the blinky lights was never wrong. “What are we dealing with here?” he demanded. “Is it carbon-based? Silicon-based?”
“Cotton-based,” said Science Officer Bunsen, waving the device over a nearby crocheted conifer. “And further, the flashing device that goes ‘beep beep’ indicates that there is movement just behind that knitted knoll.”
The Captain whipped his weapon from its
Intelligent DiscussionThere was only one seat left in the bar. Richard slid into it without a second thought, without even glancing at either of his neighbors…until he heard the one on his right call for the bartender at the same time as him. Then they both looked.Intelligent Discussion2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The patrons immediately around them hushed. Over by the door, the bouncer looked quietly attentive.
“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” the bartender asked, a clear warning in her tone. Richard gave his neighbor another side-long glance, saw his own narrow-eyed, wary expression reflected back at him, and offered the first tentative flag-wave of a truce.
“No. I’m here for a vacation.”
“…me, too,” said the other, and since there were still no other empty seats to be had, they settled back into their adjacent stools and did their best to ignore each other as the rest of the bar relaxed around them.
Unfortunately, ignoring your arch-nemesis, an arch-nemesis apparently on vacation i
Obnoxious Flirt Final Chapter(DracoxreaderxHarry) The next morning (Y/N) woke up happy and content. She had been struggling for so long to get everything done and now she was finally able to slow down. Everything was almost back to normal for her, she just needed the rest of her memories to return.Obnoxious Flirt Final Chapter(DracoxreaderxHarry)1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was almost done getting ready for the day. She stood in front of the mirror combing her hair as she hummed. The humming soon turned into words.
"Someone to care, someone to share, lonely hours and moments of despair, to be loved, to be loved, oh what a feeling to be loved," she sang.
Suddenly there was a flash of black, she saw her bag breaking on the Hogwarts train, then Draco helping her pick up her things. The memory of when they first met ran through her mind clearly. Another flash of blac
Do Princesses Dream of Magic Sheep? - ReviewDo Princesses Dream of Magic Sheep? - Review1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
As with all my reviews, it will contain spoilers. Those of you who have not watched the episode yet, you have been warned.
The premise of this episode is that the main six are asked by Princess Luna to find a magical force that turns dreams into nightmares.
Let me start this off by saying that this is the first episode in almost two months where we have something resembling an adventure for the main characters. Most of the episodes we’ve been given lately have either been big comedy pieces, such as "Party Pooped", or they've been more dramatic character-based slice-of-life issues, like last week's "Amending Fences". Now, already, this is a bit of an issue for me because, with the exception of the more grand season openers and finales, adventure stories have never managed to capture my interest as much as the more intimate episodes, like last week's. That's not to say the adventure stories can't entertain me, on the contrary, as "Dragonshy" was easily one of my favourite episodes
I Don't Need FeminismI don't need feminism because the modern movement has become a circle jerk of victimisation and misandry.I Don't Need Feminism1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't need feminism because "patriarchy" does not exist in its true definition in the first world.
I don't need feminism because men have their own issues, yet many feminists either choose to ignore them or dismiss them as irrelevant or just "male tears".
I don't need feminism because the modern movement encourages irresponsibility for one's actions. (E.g. Having drunk sex, then regretting it afterwards and claiming rape. Please note this does not refer to cases where one party was passed out, so they wouldn't be able to consent reasonably.)
I don't need feminism because the most influential people in my life have been men.
I don't need feminism because I've never experienced discrimination based on my gender, and I've never been treated differently by men for participating in a male-dominated hobby or interest. (In fact, I've gotten more crap for being autistic then for b
convos"I worry about our conversations."convos3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Say that to my face.Garr was a big viking but he liked flowers. He grew the best garden and then chopped his neighbor's head off because he had said it wasn't green enough. The end.Say that to my face.2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FFM Links - 14 July 2015Welcome to Flash Fiction Month, Day 14!FFM Links - 14 July 20153 weeks ago in Editorial More Like This
Today is Bastille Day, the commemoration of the beginning of the French Revolution, when the citizens of Paris stormed the gates of the Bastille and brought the ancien régime to its knees.
In keeping with that revolutionary spirit, today we would like you to take up arms against the oppressors, to oust the despots/tyrants/monarchs/CEO’s/Hydra's of your choice and stage your very own protest against tyranny!
Show us hippies with flowers in their hair, the pitfalls of extreme activism, or miners unions striking for decent pay. Whether it's peasant hordes rising up against their noble overlords (or vice versa), political showdowns, strikes on an alien colony, or hackers waging digital warfare against corporate behemoths, change is in the wind my friends, and it's time to make your stand.
VIVE LA REVOLUTION!
Flash Fiction Month is about writing – and posting – a story o
Link x Captive!Reader x Captor!Dark Link Safe & Sound - Link x Captive!Reader x Captor!Dark LinkLink x Captive!Reader x Captor!Dark Link1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
You try to run, but your legs are frozen in fear, not listening to any command that your body makes. Everywhere around you, children screaming for their parents, people grieving over their lost sweethearts and old couples holding each other tightly. Smoke surrounds the town from every angle. Your head feels hot, as though you may faint any moment if not for the panic surging through your body, making your heart beat faster than a cheetah. You pant, looking at the monsters surrounding you, wishing they would just go away. Why? Why did this happen to you? Where is he when you need him? How could he do this to you?! This isn't fair! You're only an innocent maiden in Castle Town, you don't deserve any of this; none of the people do! So why? Where is he, you ask? Your precious beloved is the cause of this destruction. He stands on top of the castle roof, throwing his head ba