Poetry Self-Edit ChecklistPoetry Self-Edit Checklist4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Poetry Self-Edit Quick Start Guide and Checklist
The idea behind this is to give newer poets a way to better edit their poetry themselves, without having to rely as much on an external editor. It can be frustrating, especially for new poets to request feedback from a friend, or worse, to post a poem, and have all of the responses be about grammatical errors and other details. We write poetry to convey ideas and emotions, and when something is off technically about the poem it distracts the reader. When a reader is distracted enough to notice an error or other problem it means they might spend the time they might otherwise have spent glowing about your poem to post a comment correcting you instead.
After this introduction is over the checklist will be as brief as possible while retaining its utility. The idea is to serve as an organizational tool and a reminder rather than to educate on effective
Teen Hearts Are BeatingPART 1Teen Hearts Are Beating9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm going to sleep," I said to my 15-year-old baby sister Rachel as I turned of the light. I looked at the clock and it read 1:30 am, which is my usual bedtime these days.
"Are you staying up?"
"Um, yea. I'm gonna call Dustin." Dustin is her boyfriend, and the two of them are like glue, and they're either always talking on the phone, or are with each other.
"Okay, but you know that nana doesn't like it when you talk on the phone this late. You're not even supposed to be up this late, especially since you have school tomorrow."
"Oh, who cares? Nana is always complaining about everything I do, and she'll never stop." I laughed.
"True." I got my mp3 player and stuck the headphones into my ears. I fell asleep listening to the sound of Brendon Urie's wonderful voice, singing the music and lyrics created by wonderful Ryan Ross.
The next morning I woke up and remembered that I had to go into work early today to take an inventory of the store. I work at a 7-Eleven (I kno
I Love You Thiiiiis Much(LevixReader)“How in the bloody hell did we end up here?” You asked as you looked around you. “How should I know? You were the one that headed in this direction.” Came the cold reply from your companion, one Lance Corporal Levi. “I was not. I was following you!” You shot back. He glared at you, attempting to intimidate you, but you only huffed and crossed your arms, staring him down with a matching look of annoyance.I Love You Thiiiiis Much(LevixReader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two of you had a day off of work, and you planned to go walk around through one of the towns inside Wall Sina while the ever so joyful Corporal did paperwork in his office. Blech. When you found that out from Hanji, you had ‘politely suggested’ that he join you on your little excursion. And by suggested, it by no means meant you pushed every button the stotic clean freak had until he slapped the papers down on his desk and agreed to join you. Not at all.
The entirety of the trip was filled with you making conversation, while Levi comp
Introduction for FormsIntroduction for Forms4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There is a place. I used to go there sometimes, when I couldn't sleep. In the early morning hours, when I begin to suspect I can smell madness, like a gas leak. It seeps out of the artificial brightness of my room, out of my aloneness, and for a few panicked hours, I realise that I am defective, not quite a member of my species. In those quiet, dark hours I remain stubbornly awake, sober and alone, trapped by my own consciousness of my trappings. To walk, anywhere, aimlessly, and breathe cool morning air until I am calm and heavy and tired and the world is awake around me again (and I may finally sleep, somehow less lonely) seems like a comforting declaration of sanity. Being outdoors at 5am, it's what builders do, and nature enthusiasts. Joggers.
So it was, in aimless pacing, in half-light, that I first followed a sliver of bright glass and found the endless steel and glass skeletons of the green houses. Row after row, they hissed steam at alarming intervals and made mysterious clanki
So Much for the AutographsRyan Ross stared down at the coffee in front of him, watching as the black liquid chased the spoon around inside the confines of the circle of stained white porcelain that was the coffee mug that had probably been used one too many times. He glanced up as a petite brunette made her presence known from across the small table.So Much for the Autographs9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Five years after he had fled from Elle's apartment, Ryan probably looked pretty pathetic sitting in the diner he had gotten lost trying to find. He knew he looked like shit.
He couldn't even remember the last time he took a shower, let alone what city he was in. He was in debt up to the tip of his nose; both to the bank and to sympathetic strangers he couldn't remember the names of. Come to think of it, he couldn't even remember the name of the girl sitting across from him. He was probably seeing double when he met her.
"I'm sorry. What was your name again?" Ryan asked as politely as he could, which probably wasn't very, considering he most likely had sex with the
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form9 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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CongratufuckinglationsCongratufuckinglations, today is mandated by the court and youre about to chew the cuticle out from under your nail, third finger from the right, the one you use to express yourself in traffic. Speaking of which, you waited forty nine minutes in a foreign death-cab-for-cutie to get here, and now this: I apologize for the inconvenience but the Doctor is running late. Feel free to wait in her office, third door from the right Congratufuckinglations8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sweater your mother gave you for Christmas last year; it smells like death, its starting to itch. Its too fucking early for you to be up right now and just in case youre keeping track, youve been wearing the same sneakers for two and a half years now. The soles are gone. Youd be better off bare-foot. Youd be better off without any clothes at all. Hell, youd be better off with just one less personality disorder. Sometimes, youd be better off dead, if only you could survive it.
The room you
Pandora's LocketMy corset clung close to my breasts as I leaned close against the stone walls which cooed and teased at me like some deranged dogs. I suppose you could say I was quite mad. I was a Lady-In-Waiting to one of the Queen's who I shared a strong bond with. She had taken me in as a young girl, since she could not have any children of her own. I was princess you could say, but with limitations. "Pandora, Darling!" I heard my beloved Queen and mother speak. "Yes, Mum'?" my lips moved and she waltzed over to me. "I have a birthday surprise.. come come" her hand reached onto my shoulder and she pulled me out to her room.Pandora's Locket7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Ma'am I do not have a birthday" I spoke sweetly "Yes, but today would be ten years from when I brought you under my wing" she began to look through her jewelry box and I was slightly confused by her actions. "Here it is..." her fingers were wrapped in a chain of gold and dangling from the stem was a beautiful locket. Rubies, Emeralds, and Sapphire's. It was huge! Almost as if i