The man who never stopped workingThe man who never stopped working1 week ago in Short Stories
Car rental office manager: Verk Bussier.
G-Dir Employee ID: 82-52-94.
I still recall that day, the day when everything changed.
The day began with a call that beeped in my head.
I right clicked the answer button with my eye.
The Human Resources Director appeared in front of me. Grumpy cat stared at me from his tie. It was not good news, I figured. The Director wouldn't wear a grumpy cat tie otherwise.
"Verk, you are my old friend from college, so I'm gonna be straight up with you:
The corporation is downsizing all human workers and replacing everyone in the Service industry with Dex units and AI System apps. I suggest you start looking for a new job, right now."
"I love my job, sir. I am willing to do anything to keep it!"
"Love is not relevant, profit is. Dex Units are simply put... cheaper and more efficient than humans."
"I'll be more efficient!" I pleaded.
"Verk, don't be a stubborn fool, ask Annie for a new job or go on unemployment. I saw the memo. It already went out. As
Character vs. Narcissism in StorytellingThere is something unique about stories today, and in ways they are stronger and weaker than ever.Character vs. Narcissism in Storytelling3 weeks ago in Academic Essays
In Poetics, Aristotle emphasized the importance of plot above anything, and character was considered secondary.
"For the plot ought to be so constructed that even without the aid of the eye he who hears the tale told will thrill with horror and melt to pity with what takes place. But to produce this effect by the mere spectacle is the less artistic method and dependent on extraneous aids."
More often today, people are concerned about the reverse. Characters are what come above everything. We draw pictures of our characters, fill out questions about our characters, interview them, role play with them, but when asked, "So, are you going to make a story?" the response is more often than not, "Well, I didn't make it yet."
In a way, this attitude is refreshing. How many people can't get through a well respected book because they can't relate to it? Many books are worthy of respect for what the
7 Tips for Adjusting Your Story's Pace7 Tips for Adjusting Your Story's Pace7 Tips for Adjusting Your Story's Pace1 month ago in Reviews & Guides
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 7 “From Story to Art” – Section 11 “Pacing”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Have you ever received or given criticism for a story being too rapid and confusing or too slow and boring? Perhaps you had a specific scene that you just couldn't get to fit right with the epic scene that followed. When writers find these issues, it is very often a problem of incorrect pacing in the text. The speed at which the reader perceived the story was simply not working to make the timing work to create a dynamic experience. Today, I'm going to talk about the fine-tuning process of pacing, and how to maximize its potential.
Tip 1: Understand what pacing means to your story.
Before you begin to adjust the pacing in the text, you need to begin to understand how pa
Ghosts Don't Tell LiesOnce upon a time, my best friend died. It was a stupid little accident, something that could have ended with a scare and a scraped elbow, but ended in an endless string of condolences. Not so much for me, for the family. I tried to support them then, but they didn't need me. I was not sure they had even needed my friend all that much. They grieved and cried a little at the funeral, and then moved on. I know they did, because I didn't.Ghosts Don't Tell Lies1 month ago in Short Stories
I couldn't for some time, because it just hurt too damn much, and then, I couldn't for a whole other reason. You see, my friend came back to me. Not to the family, not to Sam, who had been dating him for two weeks, right before his death, but to me.
I saw him appear one night, almost translucent in the moonlight. He appeared outside my window and knocked. I did not run then. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. If I had lost my grip on reality, it was worth it for being able to talk again, smile again and make our dumb jokes that made me laugh until
What's mine [Nishinoya Yuu]What's mine [Nishinoya Yuu]3 weeks ago in Short Stories
You impatiently tapped your screen vigorously, sparing no mercy to the poor phone. After you had angrily entered the text, you pressed the 'send' button.
"1:47AM - 7/11
To: Yuu-kun <3
Message: Nishinoya Yuu. Where. Are. You."
As you watched the loading circle turned into a tick, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You had promised yourself to be patient with him no matter what.
Nishinoya and you have been dating for 4 years ever since the both of you graduated. You were a manager in Aoba Johsai's volleyball team and met him during one of those few matches. Thinking back then, your heart will still thumped when those memories of your first meeting would come flooding back. To most people, the smallest one shouldn't be the one standing out too much. But in your eyes, he felt like the only spotlight you could see. Amongst the sea of tall and muscular athletic boys, he just looked way too unsuitable to be there. You wanted to doubt his ability, but it seemed like through the w
Unexpected Ties - 1Unexpected Ties - 11 week ago in Introductions & Chapters
Handling two little babies was quite a task.
As Leonardo flopped down onto the couch, next to Raphael, he gave a small sigh, regarding his exhausted-looking little brother.
After the ceremony for the deceased babies, things had started to gradually improve over the following weeks. Raphael was doing well for the most part, allowing himself to mourn and letting his brothers help a little with Pino and Gianni.
Yet, Leonardo was not quite satisfied with the situation. Raphael was still overdoing it, dark shadows under his vibrant green eyes and his muscles standing out sharper. The surest sign that Raph had lost weight, even after he returned home from his captivity. Everything he did was to orbit around his babies, claiming again and again that he couldn't simply /not/ care this much for them.
To an extent, Leonardo understood. He figured it was similar to how he would stay up all night and grind himself to the bone for his brothers. And yet he knew it was different for Raphael and his c
Writing Tips - Blank Page SyndromeSo you've got your novel or whatever all plotted out. You know what's going to happen each second of the way through. You know all of your main characters to the point of having written a full biography on each of them, including the waiter in chapter 3 who has like two lines of dialogue. You've got your favorite writing music playing on repeat. You've opened up a Word or Google Doc, your fingers ready to go. And yet... you just can't get started. You have no idea where to begin, and anything you try to type just feels weird and awkward. Such is the case of Blank Page Syndrome. The absolute hardest part of writing is getting started, and getting over this. It's not quite writer's block... you know what you want to do, and you could write another story if you want to, but you just can't start this particular novel. And you love this work you're about to begin on. You've been thinking about it so much that proofreading your last work has been a pain in the ass because this new idea keepsWriting Tips - Blank Page Syndrome1 week ago in Articles & Interviews
Undertale Sans and Papyrus x ReaderYou've been walking through the snow covered lands for hours, sparing enemies leftUndertale Sans and Papyrus x Reader2 weeks ago in Short Stories
and right. The cold winds cling to your bones as you slowly trudge through the deep
snow. You have been keeping an eye out for Papyrus's next puzzle, or even one of
San's random job-stands, but all you've seen so far is deep silent snow.
You begin to feel sleepy as your body weakens, a sinking feeling washes over you. Despite the harsh
cold whirring around your frigid form, warmth envelops your weak tired body as your
eyes flutter shut.
While strolling on his way back to his post, Sans caught his slipper on something in the
snow and fell flat on his boney face.
"Heh, what a nice Trip that was. I should take another next Fall." Sans chuckled to
himself, sad that his brother wasn't around to acknowledge how funny he was. He dusted
the snow from his coat and turned to see what had tripped him up.
"Oh man, it's (y/n)! Kid, what are you doing out here? The snow is no place to catch Z's,
all you'll catch is a
White FlagIn a way, I am both the luckiest and the unluckiest person in the world. I’m twenty-four, reasonably socialized, and have never experienced the pain of personal death. Sure, I’ve had distant uncles and grand-parents pass on, but no one I’ve felt genuinely close to. For that, I’m probably fortunate. However, each year, the gap between my inevitable experience with mortality and I has closed in, tighter and tighter, and as I write this, I am preparing to say goodbye to my best friend.White Flag1 month ago in Editorial
I met the Rat, formerly known as Snowball, when I was only seven. He was the size of a small cantaloupe and skated across the living room floor. Three months old. He howled all day and night, worse than a hooker scrounging to pay rent. At night, we kept him in a crate tucked underneath the stairs, so we wouldn’t hear him barking, which I felt to be an unbearable punishment for what occurs to me now must have been a legitimate hellion. New pet owners must feel exactly as new mot
thirty days. | oikawa tooruthirty days. | oikawa tooru2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Oikawa always ends up staring at your eyes. No matter how many times he tries to look away or tries to ignore your glimmering and shining [e/c] eyes, he always ends up looking at them in the end. It’s cheesy, he had to admit that – it’s very cheesy; somewhat like those old romantic cliche movies that you’d see every once in a while, but he loves your eyes and he loves staring at them; and a huge smile breaks in to his face when he stares at you. You would always respond to him by giving him a furrowed eyebrow, mouthing a quiet ‘What?’ as if you were questioning his actions, but he would merely let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer to himself and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, quietly murmuring mellow words of ‘I love you’ and ‘You mean so much to me.’
“I love you,” he would say, “I love each and every piece of you.”
He has always been so affectionate; he
Halloween Party [Ciel Phantomhive X Male! Reader]Part two of : First Meeting [Ciel Phantomhive X Male! Reader]Halloween Party [Ciel Phantomhive X Male! Reader]1 month ago in Short Stories
It was painfully obvious that by the sounds of all the chatter coming from the inside of Ciel's manner, he was currently busy taking his time to explain things to his past clients. Every single one of them were wearing well decorated Halloween costumes as they resided inside the confines of the well protected manner walls. Some costumes looked as though each individual had given an arm and a leg to obtain them from places like France, Germany, even Japan while _____ looked as though he had borrowed some commoner clothing.
As _____ leaned against the balcony railing, he looked off into the distance and up towards the darkened sky which seemed to make the moon stand out even more than it already had. _____'s attention was pulled inside when he had heard Elizabeth calling out Ciel's name and practically pulled him in one of her "cute hugs". Truth be told the sight irked him
When Sonic Fans Are Bad! An Exploratory Piece!When Sonic Fans Are Bad! An Exploratory Piece!1 month ago in Editorial
IMPORTANT NOTE: I have used a handful characters and their creators as subjects and examples for this little expose writing here. These characters do not belong to me, and if their creators do find this, I hope it will get them to at least reflect on more than just their characters, but their own behaviors. I also hope it will get others to think about their own behaviors as well. PLEASE don't go trolling on to their profile pages; that would make you as bad as them when they bully people, and you're better than that.
Now I focused on some Sonic Fans and Sonic Fcs, but these points actually apply to all characters, all fandoms, all aspiring artist. So please keep that in mind.
LESS IMPORTANT NOTE
Some may gripe and complain, so what? Some of these guys are old history? Why you still going on about them? Because history is important, my friends. Where else will you learn the rights and wrongs, the mistakes and amendments if not for the past? I hope that new aspiring artist will re
Trigger MeBreathing. Intense, sharp, painful breathing. The air burned my lungs and throat as the air escaped. Then it returned over and over again. It was an involentary movement the body was use to, but it was the quickness that it came that threw everything off. In front of me a dark figure stood exuding dark clouds from the pores of its skin. I felt nothing but terrifyingly confusing emotions. I noticed the smile plastered on its face. It was clear at first but the longer I stared everything began to blur. Then there was nothing.Trigger Me4 days ago in Short Stories
"Mitch!" a light shaking woke me.
"Mitch are you alright?" My friend stood above me along with a crowd of unrecognizable people. I looked around for a moment realizing where I was then I looked back at the worried gaze of my friend.
"Henry? What happened?" He helped sit me up.
"You had a-a weird athsma attack or something and just completley passed out..."
I rubbed my head. I remebered the bell ringing and we started going to fourth period. I wanted to stop by
It's a Small World, Over Here and Over ThereHistory as we understand it is not a simple straightforward narrative. Dear God, no. History is more than just a chronicle of past events, it's a mind-bogglingly complex mechanism made of vast interconnected components, each comprised of everything from individual action to era-appropriate prejudices; from disparity of resources to cultural evolution; from religion to warfare; from art to politics; from reverence to tradition to open defiance of tradition and the conflict thereof.It's a Small World, Over Here and Over There3 weeks ago in Editorial
Typically, there are two popular and diametrically opposed approaches to history. There's the common "Great Man" theory, which focuses all the thrusts and revolutions and actions of any historical context on individuals, giving them credit for vast movements or perhaps giving too much credit to individuals who happened to be in the right place at the right time. This is the theory that would have you think George Washington and his cabinet alone were the supreme architects of the American R
Father!Law x Mother!Reader: Worth it (AU)It was freezing outside. Even though he was actually used to low temperatures, Law had to say that this wasn't entirely comfortable. The cold wind ran wildly, and thousands of small snowflakes danced around with vigor, making it difficult to move and see what was ahead.Father!Law x Mother!Reader: Worth it (AU)1 month ago in Short Stories
The doctor snuggled into his coat, his bad mood was evident. After the long day he had had, the last thing he needed was a weather comparable to a snowstorm. The only thing that helped him to see anything were the lamps that stood about two meters away from each other, and the passing cars from people who still dared to drive with this kind of weather.
But that wasn't the only thing. He would, from time to time, spare a glance at the warm light that came from a home. The thought made him smile. He knew that he would end reaching the place he himself could call home.
“Momma, when is Poppa going to arrive?” Your little (H/C)-haired daughter asked, supporting her head on her chubby arms which were resting on th
The Mane Attraction - ReviewThe Mane Attraction - Review4 days ago in Reviews & Guides
As usual with my reviews, it will contain spoilers. Those of you who have not seen the episode yet, you have been warned.
The premise of this story is that Applejack worries that her old friend, now a famous pop star, is being misled by her manager.
As you can tell from that above description, this is a story that centres largely around both Applejack, as well as a newly-introduced character. Firstly, I want to talk about Applejack, because something like this fits in very well with her established personality from over the course of the show as a whole. While she may not have been the Element of Loyalty, she nevertheless remained perhaps more loyal to those close to her than even Rainbow Dash has been. It’s especially true when you consider that she takes particular offense to those who try to swindle or deceive those friends of hers, like her past interactions with the Flim-Flam brothers. As such, her role here, of trying to help a friend from a manipulative person who doesn
Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log GammaPlot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log Gamma5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
Okay, I think it's gone. If you do see something there that looks like me getting deflated and turned into a dollish girl, I'd appreciate it if you would just pretend it's not there.
Phase 5 was next, right? As before, there was a little announcement sign. "Phase 5: Primary Retroviral Transmogrification". Like the first phase, this one was accompanied by a little digital readout. Instead of showing weight, though, this one gave a percentage indicator, starting at 0%. Used to seeing stuff coming from the top of the tube, I was a little surprised to see a single spray nozzle emerge from the lower right side of my view. Almost snakelike, it coiled the space around my body, always at least a few inches away from touching me until it had gotten up to the top of my head. With a pressurized hiss, a smoky gas emerged from the nozzle as it began to retract itself along the same path it had taken. This was a much quicker progr
Death Battle: Blob vs. SnorlaxDeath Battle: Blob vs. Snorlax6 days ago in Short Stories
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It's time for a Blubber Battle!!!
Las Vegas, Nevada
Las Vegas was truly at its most wonderful-looking at night, the entire city shining as though it were day instead of evening. While some people were wandering the extravagant lightshow of a city, today was different. Many lights were broken and left parts of the city in darkness, and people were screaming in terror, trying to reach safety.
The Brotherhood of Mutants had arrived. Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch alone had caused so much panic and destruction to the city, all to send a single, powerful message--humans' time was long since up, and it was time to make way for Mutants, the superior species.
One member, however, had lumbered away all to quiet his appetite. Mentioned member was gigantic, wearing a simple black suit that was holding onto its wearer by sheer miracle alone. He was also
A Taste pt3~ Law x ReaderA Taste pt3~ Law x Reader 3 weeks ago in Short Stories
The blood left Law's face, eyes widening. You saw him? He wants to run but he's frozen, trembling. "Run." Your voice orders him softly. Somehow that single word made his legs obey, running swiftly down the street.
"Oops..." You breathe peering down from the rooftop, following easily as you watch him. "He's traumatized..." You sigh. You follow him to a suburb, pausing as he enters a rather nice looking place.
'Geez... Now I have to get permission...' You think with a sigh, hopping off a rooftop, going over to inspect the house. A pink painted room catches your eye and you smile, hopping onto the window seal and knocking on the window. The small girl jumps in surprise and looks over at you. You offer a friendly smile and wave. She comes over curiously.
"Who're you?" She asks without opening the window.
So you want to be a writer As administrator of a group here on DA and contributor on several others, I read through dozens of literary submissions a day, both prose and poetry. There is a lot of interest in producing written art today, and the market is wide open like never before. There are some very good works showcased on DA, in various galleries. Some will publish one day. Some have already published.So you want to be a writer4 days ago in Reviews & Guides
Unfortunately, and this even applies to some college students, most of what I try to read is unreadable. I have been reading and writing for more than sixty years, by the way. The writer either hasn’t taken the time to edit, or has no pride in their work. There are spelling errors (good word processors all have Spell-checkers, people!), grammatical errors, poor word choices or a combination of the three. I have a Thesaurus and Dictionary on my smart phone, and I write Middle Grade material.
If it has the “F” word in the
Romano x Child!Reader: Trick-Or-TreatYou twirled around in the (f/c) princess dress, giggling as you did so. It was frilly, puffy, and sparkled—you, as a four year-old, were mesmerized by it the moment you and your father saw it in the store.Romano x Child!Reader: Trick-Or-Treat1 month ago in Short Stories
“Fratello, (Y/n)!” Your Zio (uncle) shouted from his room. “I am-a ready if you two are!” He knocked on your door a moment later.
“I’m ready!” You exclaimed.
Italy burst in, striking a pose in his Halloween costume. “Ve~! Bella, you are-a pretty princess!”
You giggled, “And you’re a pretty Germany!” Italy, much to Germany’s chagrin, had decided to steal his uniform and dress up as the larger nation for Halloween. He even combed back his normally unruly hair, minus the curl that stuck out the side.
Italy giggled as well, picking you up and spinning you around. “Grazie! Germany got kind of angry and began yelling at me when I tried to take it and so I took another when he wasn’t looking!