Afterlife Wars: Part 1 The first thing I noticed was the water seeping into my clothes.
Stunned, I opened my eyes and looked up at the bridge above. There was a giant rip down the middle, as if there was a sudden earthquake. I was positive it wasn't there before I went onto the bridge. Come to think of it, why was I down in the water in the first place?
My eyes widened as large chunks of debris started falling from the destroyed bridge. I dove down into the water as chunks of rock splashed down all around me. I kicked my legs and swam away from the area, and swam to the surface, gasping for breath.
"Oi! Are you going to float there all day, or swim out of the way and let us pass?"
Kicking my legs, I turned and took a look at the giant boat now headed my way. Perched on the
The Rights of Sentient MachineThe Rights of Sentient Machine9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am assuming the existence of sentient machines. A working definition of sentient machines is given. My argument: though a sentient machine would have many of the same rights as a human being, the very nature of a sentient machine would drastically alter the rights and obligations of a sentient machine from the rights assumed for human beings, and that with some reflection on the nature of a sentient machine, we, as a society, may be able to clarify exactly what the rights of a sentient machine are. I first argue that sentient machines deserve rights. This argument presents and refutes common arguments that machines, regardless of their level of consciousness should not receive any rights at all; in the process, it shows why sentient machines should have at least some rights. Next, I argue that sentient machines deserve human rights. This argument begins with a critique of the characteristics that implicitly make a moral demand for special human rights and shows that con
InfinityInfinityInfinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling into empty space.
Covered by shadows of death.
I watch the world as it dies.
No longer among the living.
I see the future we all lost.
Our souls depart from this world into the next.
Some go to hell others to heaven to get what they deserve!
Endless suffer or endless glory.
The Earth dies with the rise of the sun.
The planet meets its fiery doom.
Everything turns to ashes.
The world dies in just seconds.
All that's living now its dying.
No more hope, no more sorrow no more life.
Time to face the judgment day!
The time ends and all burns.
Only ashes remain after the end.
The hopes we had are nothing but a fade memory of our world.
The dawn never came again only twilight.
All ended in the silent kiss of the burning sun.
Our souls faded in the magnificent heat of the fire.
Eyes closing and breath fading we cry our last tears.
No more tomorrow will be and no more night will come.
The time to be silent comes!
Death embraces us in her silent and cold hug.
That is our last ki
To War Against the Dialogue Tags!I am waging a war. Consider this your invitation to join my army.To War Against the Dialogue Tags!2 years ago in Writing More Like This
What is this war about, you ask? It's about destroying dialogue tags. What are dialogue tags, you ask? They are the parts that explain who's talking, like "he said" and "she asked". Why am I doing this, you ask? It's not that they kicked my puppy (I don't even have one, despite the opposition's claim). It's not that they burned my toast. It's not even that they opened my favorite book too far and creased the spine. Here. Let me explain why you're going to be fighting the good fight.
Dialogue tags have a use. It's a very useful use, even. They prevent confusion about who generated what dialogue. So why am I up in arms about them? Simple. They take up space and often are unnecessary.
There will come a time in your career, if you pursue your writing, when you will have to pay close attention to word count. Dialogue tags are used so often that they eat into your precious word total something fierce. So what can be done? Read
Arlyn of the Ocean My childhood summers were filled with the salty air and sea shells of the Gulf, my favorite place to relax and play. I vividly remember the cold ocean water splashing at my ankles and the taste of the popsicles we ate between bouts of play. I collected hundreds of sea shells and made magnificent sand castles, dug holes as deep as I was tall and even caught a few fish. What I remember most of all, though, was Arlyn.Arlyn of the Ocean2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first summer I spent with my aunt was an entirely new experience; I had never seen the beach or played in salt water before. She coaxed me gently toward the water, armed with an array of floaties and toys. I followed her cautiously, reassured by her claims that I wasn’t meaty enough to interest any of the ocean’s monsters. I figured she had to be right; I weighed next to nothing as a scrawny, awkward ten-yea
How Not to write a Mary SueHow Not to write a Mary Sue3 years ago in Writing More Like This
How Not To Write A Mary Sue
So, what is a Mary Sue? It is used as a form of criticism in literature and refers to an idealised and somewhat "perfect" character that appears to have no flaws or if they do they are so limited that all the "perfect" characteristics overwhelm them making the character "flat." Mary sue often refers to a young female protagonist and male "Mary Sues" are often called "Larry Stu".
From my experience most Mary Sues are written in non-published works usually by young writers especially in fan-fiction. However there are a few Mary Sue writers who are actually published (sadly). It shows a deep lacking to create perfect characters unless it's done for satirical purposes.
So why should you avoid writing Mary Sues? Simple, perfect is boring!
We don't like perfect, we don't want perfect! Ask anyone in a relationship to list the positives traits, charms and idiosyncrasies of their partner and I guarantee at least one will be something that is weird, annoying, bizarre
The War in HeavenHe stared at the storms billowing in the sky; green streaks of energy webbed the sky in random order. Radiated winds blew and howled the scream of a slow, painful death always in the minds of the Necrontyr. He sighed and turned the rumble and flash of the oncoming storm too much to handle. Death, which was his inevitability. How can life be so cruel? He could not fathom an answer, no one could. Ra'tesh sat on his crypt, feeling the soft cloth that lined it. Feeling the rough feel of the glyphs stitched into the fabric. What kind of life is worth living when death will sink its cold hands into you when your defenses are down and the consciousness is gone? He was tired and sick, from both the blighted storms that plagued his dying world and the thought of not surviving. A thunderous boom shook his undercroft; motes of dust fell from the ceiling. He quickly ran to the slit of a window that let in the dark light of the star, oh that blasted star that was killing his people. He stared at itThe War in Heaven1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
AnarchyAnarchy,Anarchy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life of individual responsibility
A system of Government
With but one law,
Bring no pain to others.
So why are anarchists viewed as villains?
Because of people who claim anarchy
To order to bring about the destruction of peace,
Causing a whirlpool of truth and lies,
Confusing the observer,
While observing the confused.
The Antichrist is pain.
StereotypeDon't shove a name on me Stereotype2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your stereotype can crash and burn.
You cannot keep me down;
I will always rise and return.
Your labels mean nothing to me
Utter nonsense through and through.
Every person is unique;
I am me and you are you.
Skinny, smarty, four-eyed freak...
Chubby, lazy, forgetful, meek...
Afraid, coward, forgetful fool...
Follower, do-gooder, mindless tool.
All these names are meaningless
I am me and you are you.
But when names cease to be
How can you tell who is who?
Labels define us and create us
Remind us of who we are.
Every person is unique,
But stereotypes can go too far.
10 Easy Tips to Improve Your Writing.These are some very basic things for new writers. If you see somebody that could benefit from this, send them a link!10 Easy Tips to Improve Your Writing.2 years ago in Writing More Like This
1. Use correct punctuation, spelling, and grammar everywhere, not just in your writing.
I see a lot of writers that text-talk in conversations, leave out punctuation, don't capitalize words, etc. Even if you're just shooting a message to a friend on Facebook remember those rules! Not only does this create good habits, but I find that it leads to better and more intelligent conversations
2. Learn those tricky rules like "laid/lay" and "effect/affect".
A lot of people slack off on these. Personally, I have to look up things like this all the time because I just don't remember. They're annoying, but learning the differences can help you out in your writing and in real life. Also, the difference between "good" and "well" is a must-know! I hear this used incorrectly every single day.
3. Paragraphs and when to use them.
Obviously your wr
The Necessity of Flaws in CharacterizationOkay. Close your eyes (well, maybe just one) and imagine your favorite fictional character. Are they strong? Compassionate and giving? Witty and clever? Wise and intelligent? No matter the make-up of their awesomeness, they probably bring a smile to your face and that warm, fuzzy feeling to your insides. You probably remember vividly their adventures and hijinks, their clever retorts, or how amazing they were at figuring out some wild and crazy puzzle. They probably inspired your own writing. You probably wanted to recreate that smile and fuzzy feeling with your own readers, so you made your version of the character (or took some of their traits) and integrated them into your prose.The Necessity of Flaws in Characterization2 years ago in Writing More Like This
This is all fine and dandy, especially considering there's nothing new under the sun, but there's a good chance you missed out on something really important. Let me explain.
It's great to have a badass character who kicks ass and takes name. But what makes them so badass? Is it that they can lift a Hummer w
AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!Anarchy11 years ago in Open More Like This
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.