The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
Emo 101His girlfriend just dumped himEmo 1018 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
some freshmen just jumped him
his lifes got him stumped and hes so depressed
so now he wears makeup
to hide all his screwups
he says life is pain were not impressed
same pain, different poem .
Were all being whiners
lets put on eyeliner
your lifes on a timer in Emo 101
her converse, his girl pants
My Chemical Romance
so many depressed bands in Emo 101
hes feeling poetic
but all those cosmetics cant help him write
hes drinking and cutting
with boys now hes smutting
the world doesnt get him so he cries all night
same pain, different poem
Were all being whiners
lets put on eyeliner
your lifes on a timer in Emo 101
her converse, his girl pants
My Chemical Romance
so many depressed bands in Emo 101
dont forget to scream out on the very last note .
later that school year hes not glad to be here
hes pouting cau
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight TGJournal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight
A Costume TG Transformation Story by JanusDaGuardian
Pollux, also known to some locals as “the man-in-black”, “black-robed angel”, “creepy mugger”, etc... looked out the window of the small principals office of the rowdy Manhattan high school, counting the number of ticks coming from the nearby clock. Several months had passed since he'd begun to rectify the disturbances in the realms he was entrusted to protect. The snow was gone, and the frequency of rain in the small corner of the world he now stood in was beginning to lessen. Summer was right around the corner, the sun teasing his bare hands as he gazed onto the streets of the aging metropolis that was New York City.
The door to the office clicked open. Pollux knew who it was, so he didn't turn around.
“You're late, Mr. Washington. Have a seat.”
Jayden Alan Washington was a black teenager of about seventeen late-winters.
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
Zombie Country. Chapter 2.Zombie Country. Chapter 2.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Should we all go?" Splash asked.
"No, that'd be too dangerous." Vex sighed, he looked at Arya and then her body, Arya gave him a look and Vex caught it.
"No, no, maybe you should go because you're smaller." Vex suggested and Splash scoffed.
"But she's a female!"
"That doesn't matter. She's smaller so she has less a chance of being seen and-," Vex started but Splash cut him off.
"I don't care if she's smaller! I'm smarter!" Splash hissed.
"If zombies go after her, she probably has a chance of slipping between small spaces and getting away. Or even hiding." Vex hissed and Splash folded his arms.
Arya opened the back of the truck, the streets were deserted and a few of the shops windows had been smashed open. Vex handed her a large bag, "Just incase you find anything. Just get things that you think we'd need."
She slipped out of the truck with her bow in hand and the bag strapped to her back. Vex and Splash watched her as she pushed open the stores door gently and slid inside.
The Story Of A Flower In WinterThis is the story of a girl who lost it allThe Story Of A Flower In Winter2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whose words cannot describe how she felt before
Just drowning on air, suffocating on necessities
Waiting on something, anything to pull her up
Waiting for a god, or an angel at best
A fantasy of a man with golden brown hair
Fair skin and an angel like face
Passionate love, forever wrapped in lust
A cloak of down, with the power to fly
This poor girl, she so fell hard
Those strong arms lifted her up so high
She lost the moon while counting the stars
In her own way, she knew she would fall
Climbing up higher, gasping for air
Angel and human were never meant to be
Creating this monster that caresses her
Drink her in, blue eyes sliding over her body
Hands taking in her delicate form
Wings so strong, with one simple pulse
Even the stargazers fall down sometimes
Even the stargazers loose sight of the moon
How much does it take for a stargazer to bend
Bend to the point that it tends to break
This creature cast out of heaven
Tries to take his place i
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
The Dreams We KeepWhat deep-set dreams we keep, lest others pry -The Dreams We Keep8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As if to say that silence guards them best,
And keeps them most alive - there in my breast,
In silence born, and therein left to lie;
But not unknown, not they - for I had slept
As men and gods alike did haply dream,
And dreaming, knew of all my deepest dreams
Ere I. Thus, any hopes I hereby dress -
Desires bespoke, if not, in truth, confessed -
Shall mark me as a puppet born and bought
To shoulder wishes men themselves forgot,
Not knowing which are more and which are less
My own. A bastion, then, of debts and dues -
As others dreamt, I dream - and dreaming, lose.
Past the Dancing Days_Or: The True Lies of StoriesPast the Dancing Days_Or: The True Lies of Stories3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Past the Dancing Days
Or: The True Lies of Stories
A Dreamer Fanfiction
The excitement of the theater, the world in the pages, the scripted word--these used to thrill Bea.
She remembered dressing up as a child, in her mother's old prom dresses or her collection of costumes from birthdays and Christmases. The stuffed animals were her audience as she recited stories out loud. Sometimes she would shout her lines, just to make the house feel less empty. (The babysitter didn't seem to care.)
When her own stories bored her, she turned to her movies and would gather her favorite toys to hear her commentary while she watched. She would stand in front of the television and sing the songs she knew. Sometimes she would dance, pretending to waltz in the arms of her prince, tripping over her long skirt.
She dreamed of those lives, the story lives. On rainy days, she would sit at the window and dream up stories: The meeting in the rain with her one true love,
HINABN Fic - Years Go ByHe didn't really know why he bothered to keep coming here. It wasn't as if it really mattered, did it? It was reflex, force of habit. At least, that was what he told himself, lest it it all start to hurt again.HINABN Fic - Years Go By5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The clouds above blotted out the moon, only allowing the occasional chink of light to pierce the dark and illuminate the crumbling headstones. The air was still, silent - he was the only one here, of course. At this time of night, no one really wanted to be out here. Perhaps the occasional ghost hunter, but that was rare...and honestly, if he wanted to scare them away, it wasn't all that hard. It had happened, once or twice, in all these years...the first time he had hid. The second time, he had gotten angry enough to speak out, and the sight of his pale face and fanged snarl sent those kids running, screaming into the night. That had made him angry, too. Hanna wouldn't have run.
But then, that was why Hanna wasn't here anymore, wasn't it?
It was the only way things could have t
Principalities and Powers IINames MeaningPrincipalities and Powers II4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Beelzebub Lord of the Flies 2 Kings 1:2, Matthew 12:24
Belial Worthless &
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Love in the Remains of Hell: 6A week had passed and still, Heinkel did not wake and this was greatly concerning Hans. No one should be out for this long after being trapped under a burning building any longer, and she may never wake again this cant happen.Love in the Remains of Hell: 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hans did everything he could to nurse her back to health as she was out. He changed her bandages everyday, iced the burns on her skin, dripped soup and water past her lips so she wont starve to death the girl never looked so pathetic and sad it made him sick looking at her no, not disgusted his stomach just turned numb, his vision was slightly off and his heart ached not a normal illness hes ever felt before he should see Dok about this.
On occasion, Heinkel would twitch her hand, shiver, or moan and whimper softly. Those were the only signs that told Hans she was still alive and, possibly, would come out of this deep sleep maybe all this was a good thing. If she was awake and saw him,
My Journey to FaithMy own journey to faith has been a long complex one.My Journey to Faith5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Like most African Americans of the 30's, my parents were raised in the church, but neither
of them were really Christians. Furthermore my dad had a bitter experience in church when he
was young that forever soured him to religion and he had absolutely no interest in it.
Mom believed in God and enjoyed watching Robert Schuller's on TV, but her belief in God was mixed
with a hodgepodge of other things, including reincarnation. She was also a firm believer in 'to each his own.'
She thought that all paths led to God and that as long as one led a good life that was enough.
Despite this, God had His hand on me, because from the time I was little I instinctively sought Him.
Very early on I had a deep curiosity and hunger for spiritual things. I loved Bible stories and was
very curious about God. On the few occasions my mom or some other relative took me to visit a church
or Sunday school, I always felt a strange yearning. I wanted something
Hellsing: Bright eyes ~Hellsing: Bright eyes~Hellsing: Bright eyes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The rain came down hard, washing away whatever was left burning of the once great city of London. Everyone and everything was dead and burnt.
A few stragglers had managed to take refuge, some even burying themselves deep in the basements of their houses and flats, others in the dark underground tunnels.
Among those that weren't hiding, the ones that were fighting; the Hellsing organization, The Iscariots and the letzes battoulion millenium.
It was long and drawn out, but finally, the villains where defeated.
But what no one saw, was the inner pain and war that raged within some of those fighting.
~Anderson and Maxwell~
Like a son.
Like a brother.
Like a friend.
Like a pupil.
Anderson had now lost someon
Putting Up my WallsPutting Up My WallsPutting Up my Walls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to have my walls down for everyone to come in
Anyone who seemed to care, anyone who "loved" me
But then I was used, thrown on the ground and stepped on
Till I was bruised, bleeding, weak and completely paralyzed
And from that day forward, I began to build up very tall walls
around my scarred up heart filled with shards of broken glass
So tall that if anyone were to even attempt and climb over them
That they'd become tired, and their hands full of oozing blisters.
No, I never had the desire to let one person in again to abuse me
The walls that have stood for years have caused my heart to chill
Because I didn't want to allow any ray of sunshine to come upon it
In fear that it would eventually become a horrible haunting darkness
That would cause me to recoil further into deep depressing despair
I'd rather be alone within these tall walls, then to be hurt again
For I believe even if I do find that one who manages to climb over
There will still be
Ghost of the fallen: PrologueThe year is 2017,russia and america have bene at war with each other for 3 years now.A russian spetnaz squad assaulted a civilian mall ,killing over 400 people inside it.Then detonated a cluster bomb in the process.The us declared war on the russian federation the next day sending in over one hundred fifty thousand active combat units into russian providence's and countries allied with russia.Ghost of the fallen: Prologue3 years ago in Settings More Like This
After two years of bloodshed and conflicts the truth was brought to light.The Russian federation asked the united states if they could send a KGB opertive into a suspects estate in a five star hotel in Dubai.The united states agreed and gave russian 48 hours to find the evidence.A russian KGB operative known as "Sound" went into the suspects estate and found the truth,and brought it into the light, unfortunately giving his life soon after.The evidence was clear,what the united states and the russian federation uncovered shocked both them and their allied states. A man named Joseph marshal attacke
Mini Bio FormatName:Mini Bio Format4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
Is she Mary Sue? Clarifying Mary SueIs she Mary Sue?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So, I realize that everyone has heard of Mary Sue characters, but the thing that bothers me is that Mary has never really been as clarified as she could be. Girls go around crying Mary Sue at every character with long pink hair, then go and create even worse Mary Sue characters in the false illusion that they're making nonMary Sue characters (or even anti-Sues) when in fact they're doing the opposite. Allow me to explain how this seems to happen.
First of all the term "Mary Sue" desperately needs to be clarified to these people, so this brings us to the very important question: What IS a Mary Sue?
At least everyone can agree on one thing. Mary Sues are characters that are so perfect it's annoying.
But. What do they mean by perfect? Everyone has different ideas of that, naturally. Unfortunately, this is how many fanfiction (and other) writers make their biggest mistakes.
When you hear the name Mary Sue what pops up in your mind? A be