Writing Tips: Ideas/Ideas To PlotTo a professional writer, artist, painter, programmer, whatever, what is the value of a good idea? And for simplicity's sake, let's give it a monetary value. How much money would you pay for one good idea? How much money should you pay for one good idea? The answer? Nothing. An idea on its own is worthless. I could give you one-hundred ideas for a dollar and you're still being ripped off. And yes, immediately I'll say that's why no one who is working on a game or movie or whatever needs a dedicated "idea guy." If you're looking to be that person, I have an idea myself: get a skill that can actually contribute bringing that idea to life.Writing Tips: Ideas/Ideas To Plot3 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Why is that? Well... for starters, ideas are the byproduct of functions you do every day. Paying for an idea is like paying for someone else's carbon dioxide. Also, to top that off, any idea that anyone else comes up with is free for you to use. You don't need to worry about even the strictest copyright system in the world, because no one would p
Loving Those Who Overthink or Are DepressedLoving Those Who Overthink, Are Depressed, or Hate ThemselvesLoving Those Who Overthink or Are Depressed2 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
(Or a Guide to Handling Your Cupcake)
1) No matter how many times it's necessary, argue. Every time they vent about how hideous, worthless, or moronic they think they are, fight it. Day in and day out, no matter how much they don't believe you, they still want to hear it. They need it, but they won't ask for it.
Maybe once and a while you don't want to start a full on debate. Simply tell them, if they don't tell you, that you don't want to fight again. Just tell them they already know you think they are amazing and move on to talk about more pleasant things.
2) Try not to leave them upset. Chances are, if they are already upset, it'll just get worse once you leave. If you care enough, they will be smiling before they can stop themselves. It's a five minute effort, but the cheerfulness will stay much longer than that.
3) Don't lie about your own problems. If they are reminded other people have issues to
BeastI dream of wolves every night.Beast2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are times when I simply watch them race through cold, shrouded forests. When I stretch out a trembling hand and silently beg one of them to place their muzzle against my fingers so that I may feel true strength with my own skin. When my heart pounds louder than a summer storm as they sprint together in one pack, their breaths stirring together in savage harmony. When I long to run alongside them, my soul more free than I could ever possibly imagine.
And then there are times where I am one of them. I can taste the crisp moonlight on my tongue as my paws kick up half-frozen mud; I can smell the fervor of the pack as we hunt, a scent so rich that the first time I experienced it, I felt as if I would go mad. I can hear everything from the exhaling of the wolf bounding beside me to the scrambling of a squirrel desperate to flee as it scampers up a tree fifteen feet away. The darkness of the night is just a pale curtain when I have the eyes of the
Fragments in Time - Kagekao “このやろう、どこだ？” [Now, where is this bastard?]Fragments in Time - Kagekao1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagekao muttered to himself as he looked out the window of Jeff’s apartment. He decided on a direction to head off too, and climbed onto the windowsill. He had left a note for Jeff promising that he’d be back, and he would be, he was always back. Although, he felt a little bad about just leaving him here, it would be okay.
He pounced from the window to a neighboring building, clinging to the side on a pipe and quickly making his way up. He looked back to see if Jeff was at the window, he wasn’t, all clear.
The stealthy demon made his way t
7 Tips For Writing Post-Apocalyptic Fiction7 Tips For Writing Post-Apocalyptic Fiction7 Tips For Writing Post-Apocalyptic Fiction1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Genres” – Section 11 “Post-apocalyptic”
With Links to Supplementary Material
In recent history, there has been a surge of interest in stories surrounding the post-apocalyptic world, and it makes sense. Not only does the genre play off of many our fears of societal destruction, but it also create some pretty spectacular and brutal worlds, where we seen the depths of human resolve and emotions. However, movies and books in the genre (not all, but most) have begun to all share the same flavor—when there are so many fresh ways in which one could approach this genre.
Tip 1: There are many different types of Apocalypse.
Zombies, nuclear war, sentient robots, prophesied religious events, extraterrestrials, floods, disease, famine, killer plan
This is for the bloodshot eyes and helpless wrathThis is for the person I was:This is for the bloodshot eyes and helpless wrath2 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
You're web-work of copper wire haphazardly fused together in forms of meltdowns and panic attacks; you're a war cry of an infinite loop of marching, hurling, dying soldier and for the love of god, you're the bitter aftertaste between a reckless blend of gin and tequila. You'll hurl and gag and choke and your throat will feel like you just retched on ashes and gnawed on graveyard dirt. Even so, you're brass knuckles and you're iron helm, you're canon fire and you're battle spear, you're to spit fire and strangle death because you had always been capable of chugging down a god damn Avalanche down your throat so why can't you now?
Your mum will tell you that you're a dying language wrestling, firing, killing your apocalyptic heart for shrinking shrinking shrinking; for surreptitiously slipping drugs onto your fingertips as though
WorthHey.Worth1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
Hey, what's wrong?
You feel worthless?
Oh honey. Don't be like that.
Think for a moment.
Think of all the money people spend every day. Billions and billions on things they don't need, in hopes that those things will make them happy.
And how much happier does all that make them in the long run?
Have you ever said a kind word to someone who's sad? Called an old friend out of the blue? Told a complete stranger they look good?
If you haven't, can you imagine doing that?
You can do it.
You've already proven you're worth more than all the money in the world.
Left Brain, Right BrainSarah was hard at work, sketching up the next page of the comic. She had finally gotten time to work now that the others were fast asleep. At least, that's what she thought. Little did she know someone was lurking in the shadows. Her stalker slowly crept up to her, gun in hand. They aimed their weapon, ready to pull the trigger.Left Brain, Right Brain1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah was taken off guard as the water gun soaked the back of her head. Her assailant chuckled behind her, pumping the gun for another shot.
"Lib..." Sarah began slowly, ceasing her work momentarily.
He fired the gun again, directly at the back of Sarah's head.
"Goddamn it, Lib. I'm trying to work here. Unlike you, who lazes about and procrastinates all day." Sarah told Lib, slowly turning to face him.
As she did, she got yet another blast from the water gun, this time directly in the face.
"Hahahahaha! Direct hit!" Lib cackled, holding his sides.
"Wow Sarah, I didn't know I could get you wet so easily~ Sorry for squirting in your face, Sarah~"
Nerd!Marco x Male!Reader | One shot | HighSchoolAUNerd!Marco x Male!Reader | One shot | HighSchoolAU1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anime/Fandom: Attack on Titan/Shingeki No Kyojin
Nerd!Marco x Male!Reader
High School AU
Warnings: Bad language.
Marco let out a quiet sigh as he hugged a large folder to his chest, eyes deeply focused on the item in his arms in order to make sure that he did not drop it, and as a result, let his entire year of English work escape the confinements of the hardback folder and onto the floor. Eyebrows narrowed as he carefully pulled it more tightly into his chest - so hard that it was beginning to dig into his ribs, but he didn't particularly care. As long as this massive assignment was safe, a few bruised ribs didn't matter.
It wasn't much further now. The teacher's office was just around the corner, and the relief of a homework-free weekend was ever so close. 'I hope this at least gets me a B,' he thought, clinking his teeth together, tongue lightly running across the side of his silver braces. 'Mom
Creepypasta: Love Never DiesCreepypasta: Love Never Dies2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any woman petite to plus size, in their teens to 20s and 30s always dream of the ultimate lover that will sweep them off their feet, keep them safe, and treat them as a princess. Hearing that they are loved... that they are desired, that they are beautiful, they are
loved for who they are... It doesn't matter if you are Harvard-educated or a high school drop out, there is one man who wanders the beaches of Los Angeles at night, looking for a lady to love. The night never ends in heartbreak, but always in gleeful anticipation
and fond memories of the one who stole their heart, and never ripped it out. They are always swooning over the certain man who leaves them swimmy-headed, smiling, and hearts drifting around their heads.
Any woman who is in a relationship with an abusive, jealous, and sometimes violent boyfriend will find this lover like an angel sent from heaven. His smile so sweet, his personality soothing to their souls, and his intentions always good. You would never feel jealou
The Big Hand's on Twelve12:00 AMThe Big Hand's on Twelve1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They met at the stroke of midnight: the Big Hand and the Little Hand were both on 12.
“Big Hand,” said the Little Hand, nervously. “We’ve spent a lot of time together.”
“Yes, indeed,” smiled the Big Hand. “A lot of time.”
The Little Hand swallowed hard. “And… well, during that time, I’ve become very fond of you.” It produced a diamond ring. “Big Hand… would you accept this Little Hand in marriage?”
There was a pause.
“Um,” said the Big Hand.
“‘Um’?” said the Little Hand.
“It’s just…” The Big Hand blushed. “I know we were going steady together but… I’ve got something going now with the Second Hand.”
The Little Hand looked dazed. “The Second Hand..?”
The Second Hand zoomed past.
“Hi, sweetheart!” called back the Big Hand. It saw the expr
Science and ReligionScience is a process of discovery through our senses and is limited to what can be discerned by them. This may be why science has been in a storm of controversy for over two centuries. Some people do not understand the limitations of science and expect science to prove God. Some scientists think that God cannot exist if He can’t be found using the scientific method. As a result, many unnecessary clashes between misinformed Christians and misinformed scientists have made it seem “unchristian” to study science. This is nonsense. If something is true, we have nothing to fear from it. The God of the Bible and the God of nature are one. The religion of Jesus Christ and the science of nature are fully compatible. We may not understand both completely but problems can be resolved if we know enough about the Bible and science. Both are from the pen of the same Author. Christians need to see the Earth as the product of our caring Creator. We can do no less than treat the EarthScience and Religion1 month ago in Philosophical More Like This
Origin of StarsOnce upon a time, there was a land full of the plants and the animals. It was beautiful and happy and every living creature had its place there. The Sun and the Moon looked down at it and gave light to these beings. Once, both of them met on the sky when the Sun was getting down and the Moon was rising up.Origin of Stars1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Moon complained to his friend: "You shine on the country when everyone is up and you can look down on them. When I shine, my light is too weak and everything is asleep. I´m bored and lonely and I want to share a bit of your light."
But the Sun was selfish and it didn´t want to share its light. Instead, it visited the Rainbow and asked her for advice. The Rainbow came with an idea.
"If the Moon feels lonely, you should give him company, which would never leave him at night. I spend my time bathing in the rivers and lakes, I can give you some shining stones which I found there." And thus the Sun threw the shining stones from the Rainbow on the sky. But their gli
Gainer RarityAll her life Rarity dabbled in the intricate art of fashion design, and prided herself on all her works. Though each customer had a different tastes in style, what she could generally count on them not being astronomically different in size. That is, until very recent, a unique client unlike any she had ever seen before graced her shop with her wobbling presence. The mare was by far the biggest pony she had ever seen, whose height was only to compliment her immense wideness which spanned larger than her own doorway. Her incredibly fat body squeezed and strained against the door frame, creaking as another wave of blubber flowed through the door. By the time she fit through Rarity couldn’t believe there was so much mare on the other end, and that it was a miracle she was able to fit through in the first place.Gainer Rarity3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Panting laboriously, she wiped sweat from her head before clearing her throat. She came in for a dress, like any of her other clients, which wouldn’t hav
Slice of Life - ReviewSlice of Life - Review2 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
As usual with my reviews, it will contain spoilers. Those of you who have not watched the latest episode yet, you have been warned.
The basic premise of this episode is that, while Twilight and her friends do battle with a dangerous monster, the rest of the citizens of Ponyville prepare themselves for a wedding.
Now, before I get into the actually episode itself and what I thought of it, let me just take a moment to say how incredible that we've reached this point in the series. I mean it's a real landmark for it, one hundred episodes. All those years ago, when I first started watching this show, and thus the point when I started making regular reviews for it, I never once suspected that it would last as long as it did. Oh, I certainly liked it, and felt that it was worth writing about, but I figured at the time that it would last two, maybe three seasons at most. Thankfully, that was not the case, and this show has simply gone from strength to strength, proving everyone, including mys
Creepypasta: Nero Fiddled While Rome BurnedCreepypasta: Nero Fiddled While Rome BurnedCreepypasta: Nero Fiddled While Rome Burned1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"...Now started the most terrible and destructive fire which Rome had ever experienced. It began in the Circus, where it adjoins the Palatine and Caelian hills. Breaking out in shops selling inflammable goods, and fanned by the wind, the conflagration instantly grew and swept the whole length of the Circus. There were no walled mansions or temples, or any other obstructions, which could arrest it. First, the fire swept violently over the level spaces. Then it climbed the hills - but returned to ravage the lower ground again. It outstripped every counter-measure. The ancient city's narrow winding streets and irregular blocks encouraged its progress.
Terrified, shrieking women, helpless old and young, people intent on their own safety, people unselfishly supporting invalids or waiting for them, fugitives and lingerers alike - all heightened the confusion. When people looked back, menacing flames sprang up before them or outflanked them. When
Friends Till The End - Kanda x Reader x AlmaFriends Till The End - Kanda x Reader x Alma1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Second exorcists..That’s what we were..but we were the only three to be born. Even if Alma then got into a rampage state and killed off everyone that we knew as just kids he managed to revert back to normal when he noticed Yuu and I injured.
We have been together since, the three of us mostly train together or have gotten missions together. I rarely spoke to many people considering I have only been around the two boys...I don’t think I could forgive the order for bringing us three back from when our past-selfs were dead.
We even had out memories back of how we died or what killed us...sighing I shook my head, my (H/C) locks following the motion of my head.
No..I shouldn’t think about this anymore..
Walking up to the two boys whom were eating at a table, Alma waved me over with a big smile like usual.
“(Y/N)! Over here!” Alma smiled standing up but soon sat back down.
Getting my food from Jerry I silently walked to the table and decided to sit beside Kanda.
The Truth About PoltergeistsIt’s no picnic being a creature of pure celestial intent. I followed Phil, my charge, into the living room and stood on the cat’s tail. The animal jumped and yowled. I flailed and my wing bumped a vase, knocking it over. More flailing and I bumped a lamp too. “Bollocks.”The Truth About Poltergeists2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Phil lunged and steadied the lamp. He looked at the shattered vase and frowned. “Mary? I’m telling you there’s something here.”
“Not this again. Oh!” A woman walked into the room and paused when she saw the remains of the vase. Her hands went to her mouth.
“Sorry,” I said. They didn’t hear me. “It’s these wings. You know, they don’t even work. Just part of the uniform.”
“The vase just fell. This place is haunted. We need an exorcist.”
“Now, wait just a moment,” I said, taking a step and bumping the lamp again.
“Phil, we can’t afford that.”
I Almost Told You That I Loved YouI was so close... So close to tell you that I loved you. I had some many chances and good moments, but I didn't know when was the right one. When we were walking, silently listening to our footsteps in that Spring evening. When you put your hand on my face to look at it closely, inspecting every inch and try to figure out what was going on my mind. When you hugged me tight because I had just given you your first hug. When you told me I was beautiful ''no matter what''. When I kissed you on the cheek and then giggled at your red face. When you first kissed me on the lips, being my first kiss. When you told me that I was like an angel...I Almost Told You That I Loved You1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
I almost told you that I loved you, but fear didn't let me do it and now I'm hurting. Now my heart is broken because I don't know if I'll be able to see you again. I blame myself for being so coward and silly. But now I just can wait for you. I just can hold the stuffed wolf you gave me to try and pretend that I'm being hugged by you. I just can r
A Mother Daughter MomentA Mother Daughter Moment1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“NO! He really wanted you to do that?”
“I’m not joking,” Frankie Jones said as she sat on the couch, looking at her mother. She had her bare feet up on the centre of the seat, the hems of her jeans covering them as she held her coffee mug in her hand. Her long dark brown hair was over the shoulders of her purple long sleeved top as they both laughed.
Bobbi, her mother, was wearing a light blue fleece with a button front over a long sleeved black top, jeans and ankle boots. It was a Sunday afternoon, and Frankie always came round to see her mother for a coffee and chat for a few hours. Since her father had died unexpectedly last year, this had become even more important.
“Right,” Bobbi said as she stood up, “I need to go and put the roast into the oven – there’s a box of things over there that I think need to be thrown out. Can you have a look through; make sure there is nothing of yours in t
The 7 Sins of DB-Writing: WRATH/Spite MatchesThe 7 Sins of DB-Writing: WRATH/Spite Matches2 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is a darkness in the hearts of all man--one that never releases a deep-seated hatred for a character or franchise. This darkness lies crouched in their very souls, poised at any moment to write a battle where that undesirable character is reduced to a bloody mess on the floor.
You glimpse this when you first see a match that is quite clearly one-sided, but you think to yourself "maybe he doesn't know any better?" Upon further investigation, you see that he not only made it out to be an obvious curbstomp, but that he knew that the weaker character couldn't hope to win...and used it as a means to reduce him to a bloody pulp. When you try and point out that it wasn't that good, he completely ignores you and revels in the carnage he has created.
Some men aren't doing this for the sake of entertaining others. They're not trying to garner a crowd, give people a good show, or give entertaining concepts.
Some men just w
Contradictory attributes of God?Some people, regardless if they believe or not in God make limitations on God’s power and character, based in human standards, to either disprove His existence or diminish His glory.Contradictory attributes of God?1 month ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
One of the most common arguments I hear is:
“If God is omniscient, omnibenevolent and all powerful he knows when suffering will occur (omniscience), doesn't want it to happen (omnibenevolence), and has the power to stop it (all powerful), by the nature of his character, these events would not occur. But they do occur therefore no such god exists.”
First let’s be sure we have the same definitions. According to the dictionary:
---Omni: “combining form meaning “all,” used in the formation of compound words”
---Omniscient: “having complete or unlimited knowledge, awareness, or understanding; perceiving all things.”
---Benevolent: “characterized by or expressing goodwill or kindly feelings”a