Cause and Effect - A Writer's GuideCause and Effect - A Writer's Guide2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Cause and Effect
~a guide to protagonists
Protagonist. That's a nice, official-sounding word, isn't it? You don't have the 'good guy'. You don't have the 'hero/heroine'. The protagonist is your main character, the one people love, and the term is usually considered interchangeable with the first two definitions.
That's not actually true. Protagonist does not mean 'good guy' and antagonist does not mean 'bad guy'. Heroes and villains get lumped into subjective categories, but protagonists and antagonists are completely different things.
Protagonists and antagonists are automatically related to one another, and often end up being opposing forces. No matter what, the protagonist must be capable of some form of conscious thought--otherwise they aren't capable of having a point of view, and you end up with nothing.
The antagonist, however, doesn't even need to be alive. Is a tornado an antagonist? It certainly can be. Any situation or being the prot
What he doesn't know Never hurt him-TG CaptionWhat he doesn't know Never hurt him-TG Caption8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mary walked into the bedroom wearing a gorgeous dress. Stan looked over to her confused. “Hey hun I thought you were supposed to be going out?” He said his eyes darting from the T.V to his wife.
Mary walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “They all canceled,” She said. “There’s a lot of traffic on Courtney and Jenn’s end and they wouldn’t be able to make the party.”
“Oh well I’m sorry to hear about that honey I know you really wanted to go.” Stan picked up the remote and started channel surfing.
“Yeah…wish I could still go,” Mary said twirling her thumbs.
“But you need another person huh?” Stan asked.
“Yep,” Mary looked up at her husband whose eyes were glued to the television. Mary looked down at the beer in her husband’s hand.
“Hey Hun your beer’s empty do you want me to go grab you another one?”
Stan’s eyes drifted down to
septemberseptember was never a happy month for herseptember6 years ago in Other More Like This
because sometimes she got the feeling she was an apple
and they fell down. rain drops
scattered around her collar bone so that for a moment
she'd feel like someone was there
and she'd smile. it takes
forty-three muscles to frown but only
seventeen to smile. sometimes she thought
she needed the excercise.
she had been sitting there for a day, not moving
except for a sudden flinch every one hour and thirty-six minutes
when she'd scrape her knuckles in the gravel pit until
they would bleed over the bruises
she had gotten.
but, then again, october was never even a month.
1 y 2--No apto para Enamorados1 y 2--No apto para Enamorados7 years ago in Teen More Like This
01 y 02-- No apto para Enamorados
LOS HOMBRES LAS PREFIEREN PELIRROJAS
Aquel chico flacucho de anteojos grandes observaba detenidamente el cielo. Parecía que esperaba a alguien. Desde el principio pude darme una idea de lo que él deseaba. Nosotras tres salíamos de la escuela. Nuestras faldas escolares se mecían con el viento, provocando que nos sintiéramos frescas. Nuestra blusa de mangas cortas también ayudaba a combatir ese terrible calor de marzo. Caminá-bamos juntas como siempre, pasando por el pequeño parque detrás de la escue-la Secundaria.
¡No de verdad! Te lo juro.
¡¿En serio?! ¿Cómo crees?
Mis amigas parecían no ponerse de acuerdo. Yo sólo las seguía a sus espal-das escuchándolas con toda calma. De vez en cu
Les bonnes chosesC'est marrant. C'est marrant parce que nous n'avons jamais été aussi proches. Jamais avant je n'aurais pu imaginer te raconter mes premiers amours, mes premières tristesses, comment se passe ma vie au lycée et te parler de mes amis. Aujourd'hui, je le fais avec une telle aisance que s'en est presque troublant. Comme si toute gêne avant soudain disparu. Comme si tu étais désormais l'un de ses amis à qui je pouvais tout confier. Il y avait toujours eu une sorte de distance respectueuse, de « non-dit » gênant. Mais aujourd'hui, je m'ouvrais à toi sans inquiétude, espérant que tu approuves mes choix et me soutiennes dans chaque épreuve. Je voulais te rendre fière de moi, je voulais revoir ton sourire et apprécier tes paroles sages. Et il en avait fallu du temps pour que cette complicité, je dirais même cette amitié, s'instaure entre nous. Et pourtant...Les bonnes choses5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Pourtant ce n'est que ton esprit que j
17yearsFive years old, laughter in our cheeks..17years6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Young girls, trading shoes and necklaces.
I didn't think anything could destroy what we
Had, since our friendship survived High School
And all the stones being thrown.
But now I cannot say anything to you, because
I do not know you. Even though my heart has
Always said your name, for 17years.
But the thing that sickens me, is that after all
These years, we literally have nothing to
Show for it. But my tears and empty comments
On your facebook page. It really hurts.
How I can love you soo much, and try so hard,
And I feel like you don't even care to call me
When I give you my number.
It's been 3years since I spoke to you,
Since I even saw your face. And so, to call you
My friend, tastes like such a lie.
I tried so hard to keep this friendship from dieing,
But when one person tries so hard, and the other
Person doesn't try at all, things die even faster.
Tired I am of reaching out to you, just to come
Back with empty hands and feeling like I did
durere, singuratate si dragostSi doare.. si doare si as vrea sa admit ca nu mai doare, dar doare atat de tare incat durerea insasi imi atrage atentia ca ma doare.durere, singuratate si dragost5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ea...m-a parasit. Ne-am despartit. De fapt, asa s-a intamplat in majoritatea relatiilor mele. Totul incepea 'odata ca niciodata', cand eram tarat nu intr-o lume cu zmei, ci intr-o lume in care stiam ca nu am loc decat eu si ea. Totul parea...perfect, ca si cum un basm ar fi luat viata si s-ar fi transformat in lumea noastra. Apoi vine furtuna; ea imi spune ca nu mai putem continua, ca nu e ceea ce si-a dorit si ca sunt baiat bun, si nu vrea sa sufar, dar e mai bine asa pentru amandoi.
Eu.. acum sunt singur. Si doare. M-am saturat sa ies pe strada sa privesc oamenii, cand stiu ca bratele mele s-au racit si buzele mi s-au uscat. Si dupa ce ea m-a parasit am continuat sa sper ca intr-o zi se va intoarce, spunandu-mi ca a gresit si ca nicaieri nu a gasit unul care sa o iubeasca la fel de copilareste ca si mine, iar eu ca un fraier as fi iertat-o. Dar lemnul u
Face a faceEt la mort m'emportaFace a face4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Non, non, non, tu ne peux pas m'avoir aussi facilement ! Tu as déjà répandu ton odeur putride dans ma chambre, mon teint est déjà suffisamment blafard. Cela ne te suffit donc pas ? Je n'ai plus senti une brise sur mon visage depuis une semaine, 3 jours et 5 heures. Oui j'ai compté, car c'est comme me priver de vie que de me priver d'air. Ingrat.
Plus le temps passe et plus j'ai du mal à rester concentrer sur mes idées. Ma concentration se perd, mon esprit se trouble. Je vois, je sens, je touche, mais je n'analyse plus. Tout ce qui est autour de moi se ramollit Non, je me ramollis.
Il fait froid. Ma femme avait laissé plusieurs couettes sur moi. Elle doit dormir à l'heure qu'il est. Je ne sais même pas quelle heure il est. Mais elle ne viendra pas, pas maintenant. Personne ne viendra d'ailleurs. Je veux leur dire adieu. Non je ne peux pas, j'attendrais demain matin. Oui demain matin je serai toujours
Scrisoare catre Alex IIAlex, îţi scriu din nou, deşi m-ai rugat să nu o fac. Mi-ai spus că ai treabă. Ţi-ai întins regretele prin toată casa şi ai început să le numeri. Când ai ajuns la 14 te-am întrebat dacă ai încercat vreodată să trăieşti fără să clipeşti. Te-ai enervat pentru că ai pierdut numărătoarea din cauza mea. Nu mi-ai răspuns. Ai luat-o de la capăt. Şi aş fi vrut să te întreb ce rost are să-ţi numeri regretele, dar deja ajunsesei la 62 şi mi-era teamă că iar te voi încurca. Aşa că te întreb acum. Ce rost are? Tot atâtea or să fie, oricâte pături, oricâte preşuri sau oricâte cărţi ai pune peste ele. Şi oricâţi de saci de gunoi ai umple.Scrisoare catre Alex II4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Şi Alex, de ce iubim atât de mult cerul? De ce ne alegem stele, le dăm nume ş
Scrisoare catre Alex IAlex, stau aici şi încerc să-ţi scriu, dar sfârşesc prin a desena jumătăţi de inimi, sferturi de petale şi suflete întregi. Deşi sufletele sunt mai mereu fărâmiţate. După ce le desenez, le colorez în negru. De ce? N-am idee. Închid ochii şi iau la întâmplare una din cariocile de pe masă. Mereu se nimereşte negru. Şi colorez în grabă. Depăşesc liniile. Mă enervez. Tai de şase ori după care mototolesc foaia. Privesc spre coşul de gunoi. "Dacă nimeresc, o să fie bine". N-am ratat niciodată. Şi totuşi, de ce nu e bine? Când ieri era? Când n-am pierdut nimic de ieri până azi? Când singurul lucru care s-a schimbat este numărul de bătăi de inimi?Scrisoare catre Alex I4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Cred că mi-e dor să mă joc. Vreau să mă joc de-a v-aţi ascunselea cu florile şi restul lumii
Shattered MirrorsShattered Mirrors (Fragment II) (english version) [scorrete giù per la versione italiana]Shattered Mirrors6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears, only tears stream,
now, inside me;
and they drown me.
Those same tears corroding,
merciless, my limbs,
without stopping they consume
me; violent, they get out
until they crush against my eyes
and find, being reflected
in them, the truth.
A fragment of time.
And my tears dont stream anymore:
but now my heart is crying
and the sorrow originates again
from every tear vainly shed.
The heart is the greatest
suicide I've ever known.
Specchi Infranti (Frammento II) (original italian version)
Lacrime, solo lacrime scorrono
ormai dentro di me;
e mi affogano.
Quelle stesse lacrime che insensibili
corrodono le mie membra
senza fermarsi mi consumano;
prepotenti escono fuori
fino ad infrangersi nei miei occhi
e a ritrovar nel rispecchiarsi
con questi la verità.
Un frammento di tempo.
E le mie lacrime n
Honolulu Hassle Part 5Its finally time for some music!! Here is the link to the Youtube music segment:Honolulu Hassle Part 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Remember to fallow the hints! They will tell you when its time to start and stop the music. Enjoy!
The crowd in front of the stage was roaring, thousands of fans cried out as the suns rays just barely flowed over the horizon. The stage was empty up front, but behind the scenes it was full of people sitting at their stations, or running back and fourth between stations. Stage hands manned the computers that ran the lighting and special effects, the computers had finally been fixed only minutes before the crowd reached maximum capacity.
Dave stood behind them all in the center of the back stage, his arms folded and a headset feeding him every last bit of information he needed. His eyes darted back and fourth as he watched all the stage hands do their jobs, it was almost with military like precis
Honolulu Hassle Part 2The two of them sat around the dinning room table, Dave at one end and Mr Talbot at the other, sipping from a cup of tea that Dave had prepared for him. Putting the cup down, Mr Talbot put his arms up on the table and clutched his hands together as he looked at Dave.Honolulu Hassle Part 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mr Seville, as Im sure you know there has been some suspicion around the fire, Mr Talbot said flatly.
Yes, I was talking with Mrs Miller about it earlier.
Then Im sure you wont be surprised to hear that the possibility of a student starting the fire is very real, Mr Talbot added as he sat back in his chair.
Yes, Ive heard that rumor, Dave said as he tried to figure out where Mr Talbot was going with this.
As have many, Mr Talbot said as he dug into his pocket for something, Which has sparked a full police investigation, they have already started to inspect the room the fire started in.
Is that so? Well have
ars est mortem1.ars est mortem4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The artist left his work unfinished and went to bed. He was soon asleep, and while asleep he died and went to hell. Contemplating the dark aesthetics of the river Styx, the artist boarded Charon's boat and crossed over into hell actual.
Brushing aside drifting ghosts, the artist trod the wide, smoothly paved road to Hades' palace. There were no guards at the door, and the artist entered immediately, attempting bravado.
Good evening, the doorman greeted him politely.
Hades is waiting for you.
The artist began to feel nervous. He had never been on friendly terms with Hades. He followed tremulously as the doorman guided him up three flights of black marble stairs. The walls were hung with paintings, mostly depicting the Olympians in chains. Mediocre, the artist decided.
He is in this room. The doorman left.
The artist vacillated on the doorstep, pretending to examine a statue of Cerberus. Low grade, he thought. The statue snarled. Th
Honolulu Hassle Part 3Woohoo!!Honolulu Hassle Part 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alvin made a running jump onto the king sized bed in his gigantic hotel room, Simon, Theodore, Brittany, Jeanette, Eleanor and Cody were all still standing in the doorway of the presidential sweet in awe. Mike had the key card and was sticking in inside his jacket pocket as Alvin started to bounce around on the bed.
Common guys! Youve got to try this! Alvin said as he did a somersault in the air.
Oh oh! I wanna bounce too Alvin! Theodore said as he grabbed Eleanors hand and began running over to the bed.
Yeah me too! Brittany said chasing after them.
Soon all four of them were jumping all over the bed, the once neatly made bed was now a mess of sheets and pillows. They had been in the room for all of one minute, and had already succeeded in making a mess.
Alright guys settle down, Mike said as he walked inside and shut the door behind h
Element Entry - DarknessElement Entry - Darkness4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The element that everyone fears above all else, darkness casts a shadow on those with a weak will. Magicians who control this element are usually shunned or feared (but not without good cause, for Demons thrive in this element), but any who can look into the darkness in oneself without being corrupted is one with a heart made pure with courage and complete honesty, for as it was always said, the worse sinner is one averts one's eyes to one's own darkness. It still would be subject to dread, as many of the skills a magician gains from this element are harmful. Darkness can become a veil to hide and protect the caster, but also a terrible weapon that attacks the senses, bodily and otherwise. Some witches and warlocks can even siphon health and magic from living things to replenish oneself, and call dragons and other monsters to one's beck and call. Powerful against the physical elements it corrupts, darkness is nonetheless quelled and calmed in the presence of light.
To Us- Synesthesiai.To Us- Synesthesia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
excites a burst
of color; an
tastes of mangoes;
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
all become a
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
each number becomes
its own plane
all the numbers
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
a perfect pattern.
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
Honolulu Hassle Part 4Dave peered inside the living room of their lavish presidential suite, his tie loosely wrapped around his neck, he watched as his three boys slept peacefully. They had all fallen asleep by their instruments, Alvin was sprawled out on the couch, Simon slumped in the arm chair and Theodore laying his head on his snare drum. Dave laughed to himself as he reached up to finish fixing his tie, they had been up until the early hours of the morning practicing. Though Dave hated to do it to them, after hours of practice they finally had gotten the song down. The proud father couldnt have been any happier with his boys and their dedication, even at their age they were staying up till 9 in the morning to learn a new song they had dropped in their lap just that day.Honolulu Hassle Part 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
God these kids are amazing, I dont know what I would do without them Dave said as he turned and walked back to the bathroom.
Dave had also slept in a little late, it w
Honolulu Hassle Part 1The New Adventures of Alvin and the ChipmunksHonolulu Hassle Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Episode 3: Honolulu Hassle
It was another peaceful morning at the office, the work load was light and the sun was shining. Dave couldnt have asked for a better day to be up in his 80th floor office, the huge glass windows that sat behind him as he worked let in so much light that he could turn the overhead lights off and still be able to write his music without a problem. Today he was working on a new song for the boys, all his other work being done either early this morning or yesterday. Yes sir when it came to song writing, there was no one better for the job than Dave Seville.
The lyrics for his latest song had come to him in the middle of the night last night, the fast approaching summer tour schedule deeply seated in the back of Daves mind was his inspiration. And a few notes that Theodore had been humming to himself while he was drawing the night be
tears don't drown your sorrowlost one,tears don't drown your sorrow4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why do you always seem so sad? Your eyes are deep cerulean swirls of the sea, calm on the surface but fatal underneath with endless anfractuosities. Crestfallen rivers find their way down your cheeks and fall like raindrops on your cold hands.
If you were a song you would be the most broken and desolate winter nocturne in solo. You would be the beautiful heartbreaking tune of the violinist in the park, leaning down to close his old case full of coins.
You said you could play the piano for hours, from sunrise to sunset and into the quiescent night, but I know your slender fingers always remain the same temperature---below zero. And sometimes, your heartbeat is so silent and your eyes so icy blue I could almost see the snowflakes waltzing in them, an endless snowstorm. What happened to your passion?
When the show is over, the stage swept sterile and the actors all gone home to live in the monstrous truth, you sit in the dark and hear the walls breathing, and the whisper war in
Spike and S'lite chatYou say:Spike and S'lite chat3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even after all these years, you still call me that?
No matter how old we are, you're still my baby bro. Can't change that.
So, what's up, S'lite? You don't sound very cheerful
You can tell by Intergalactic Chat?
That, and you normally don't sound as depressed.
I think I know you well enough to tell that through chat.
Well, been better.
What do you mean?
I've had better days too.
How's your hands and leg?
How do I respond to that
They feel robotic?
I dunno, I can't actually FEEL anything with them.
PM said the sensors would eventually activate. You just have to get used to using them.
That's what everyone's telling me