Write Better: Read MoreWe didn't believe it, either, but you really can learn a lot from reading a book! If you've ever wanted some worthwhile advice from someone other than your high school English teacher, this is the place to look. The authors below are experts in their fields, well-respected and admired by accomplished writers from all over the world, and we're bringing you a list of their most prized and collectively-effective books. (Tried-and-tested by our worthy administrators, no less!)Write Better: Read More8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So what're you waiting for? Learn how to make every word count!
Reading Resource List for the Aspiring Writer
Writing Reminders: Tools, Tips, and Techniques (Jim Burke)
Writing Tools: 50 Essential Strategies for Every Writer (Roy Peter Clark)
Writing without Teachers (Peter Elbow)
Writing With Power: Techniques for Mastering the Writing Process (Peter Elbow)
Showing, Part OneShowing, Part One11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
If you've ever taken a class in creative writing, you've no doubt heard the teacher repeat the phrase, "Show, don't tell" over and over again. While there are few hardest rules in creative writing, this persistent little mantra might be the ultimate. Teachers and writers who write about writing spout it out all the time, but what does it mean anyway? After, isn't all writing really "telling" on some level?
It's best to view "showing" not as a single technique, but a summation of the most effective writing techniques. If we know anything about poetry, it's that the best poetry usually conjures specific and concrete images. Beyond language itself, images are the meat and bones of poetry. So goes most of prose as well. The prose writer has the added duty of creating situations and characters that seem real and believable.
Showing invites the reader into the world of out poem and story. If the reader can see, smell, taste, and feel the world through our writing, the reader is more
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
Armies of Chaos Chapter 3Chapter 3Armies of Chaos Chapter 39 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sora sat up in bed groggily. He scratched his head and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Mumbling sleepily to himself, he got up and got dressed, wearing the same outfit hed worn on his return home. He didnt need to use the combination powers it offered any more, but it was, he admitted, the only thing that fit him right now after being away from his home for 2 years.
Sora paused, now a bit more awake. He frowned as he remembered the odd dream hed had last night.
That was a really weird dream he said to himself, thinking about how it had felt extremely real
Should I talk to the others about it? he wondered, walking over to his door. As his fingers wrapped around the handle, Sora looked up suddenly, tensing.
Something was different.
In his grogginess, he hadnt noticed it, but he knew there was something about, or perhaps, in, this room that hadnt been there when he fell asleep. His eyes narrowed.
Exiles-Prologue: BoExiles-Prologue: Bo10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A long time ago, someone told me that human wine was watery. I hadn't believed him at the time; wine was wine, ale was ale, no matter where it comes from. But, you know, after having to choke down their so called 'wine' for nine years, you start to miss what you had at home:
A decent way to get wasted.
"Come on, guys. Calm down. You really are making a scene."
It's cold out tonight, which is unusual for the tail end of summer. This right off put me into a foul mood. The weather has been a little off kilter since last year when we had that dry spell. Still, it annoys me. So, to brighten my mood, or at least dull all my senses to the point where the temperature doesn't matter anymore, I decided tonight might be a good night to drink.
Of course, it would be a whole damn lot easier if someone would shut the Hell up and let me.
"Look, I simply don't have it with me. You can't expect me to carry it with me all the time, can you? That would just be irresponsible. What if I dropp
Dont Let GoDont Let Go10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you begin to fall
I'll help you stand
I'll pick you up
and hold your hand.
No matter how much pain you feel
I'll be here
to help you heal.
Dont ever tell me good-bye
I need you more than you know
without you here
I have no where to go.
You are my angel
you gave me my wings
you are my savior
who sings me many things.
Tell me you wont ever leave
and that you promise to stay
make sure you'll keep my skies blue
dont ever let them turn grey.
Look into my eyes
and promise me this
you wont ever go
without one last kiss.
I could not live
without you here
I am able to breathe
when you are near.
Never will you know
just how much i love you
I just hope you know
I love you so.
Welcome to the Machine.I'm on a plane right now, watching the ominous line of The Wall through the window. It's a scar on the surface of the desert, too far away and too high to see over. The window is real, which makes this a spectacularly old plane, and I'm feeling stupid because I thought it was a viewer at first. My nerves are on edge and I'd like to take my mind off of what lies ahead. I unfold my notebook and start writing with flicks of my fingers and eyes. Optic/haptic interfaces are for grandparents and Luddites, I just haven't got around to getting an interface yet. The pilots have shut off all wireless and I desperately need something to do, so I start writing yet another journal entry about how I, and the rest of the world, got here. It's a stupid hobby of mine. And it might provide some blessed distraction.Welcome to the Machine.5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I like history.
I think that's what really got me into junk mining. Being able to pay my rent probably had something to do with it too. But I still like history, and junk mining was a
VampireVampire10 years ago in Horror More Like This
I move with the agility of a bird, on light feet and clear intention. I am of unbreakable bones and unblemished flesh, immortality flows through my veins, and I have no use for air. I am a legend embodied, a myth personified. I live on death and perceive through pain, yet my love for existence is greater than the sun is hot.
You will recall such creatures as myself from literature in the genre of horror, and from motion pictures full with gore and heart-tugging scream. But the truth of my kind is far from horrible. To ignorant minds yes, we are a force to be feared, but to those who are willing to be wise we are a species to be idolised. Answer me this: why would one not desire eternal youth, sensuality free of guilt, and lust that is never unquenched? The perfect existence.
We are paradoxical to the mortal eye; for we are you fear and desire incarnate. There is endless possibility in immortality, so those of you who seek knowledge and adv
A Riddle I MadeOne digit range is what you seek, a count of seven within it be, but yet it has a dual three. This duality is both neutral and not, yet math is not what is required for you. What is this counting range to this cryptic clue?A Riddle I Made8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Here is something I came up with last night. Can you all figure it out?^_^
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
KH3: Armies of Chaos Chapter 4Chapter 4KH3: Armies of Chaos Chapter 49 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Under the radiant sky of the After-Light, in front of Xehanort's research lab, the three sides of Xehanort stood. Xemnas wielding two crimson blades of light, the Seeker of Darkness acting puppet master over his Demon Shadow, and the new Xehanort brandishing his radiant Keyblade. Xemnas noticed Xehanort was smirking slightly.
Even though he's outnumbered, the bastard thinks he can win…? Xemnas thought angrily, raising his swords and charging. Xehanort quickly raised his Keyblade to counter, and a flurry of sparks rained down as the radiant sword effortlessly deflected the two beam blades the Nobody wielded. Xemnas snarled, increasing the fury of his strikes.
As the two were distracted, Ansem rose up behind them.
"Take THIS!" he shouted, having his shadow lash out with its claws at the armored Xehanort. Seeing this, the Keyblade wielder blurred suddenly, vanishing to the side impossibly fast. Xemnas had to jump back awkwardly.
"Idiot Heartless! You almost
Jaxshou's Nobody Profile: WIPName:- JaxshouJaxshou's Nobody Profile: WIP8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Proof of Existence:- The Alterist
Somebody's Name:- Joshua
Weapon:- For his weapons, boy, this'll take a while to describe. XD For it, it has many forms, but his most commonly used ones are hidden multi-purpose weapons, disguised as hilts hidden in the outer side of his Composite Gloves. First, they're made of metal, but they almost look like skin due to the rumples in the metal that look like folds of skin, and on the hand, the metal is stretched tight to look like taut skin, before his fingers end up with claws. The gloves are nearly all black except for certain parts that are white, though the gloves do have a reflective surface. Then, that's when the design gets complicated after that.
For the fingers, they are somewhat like the taut skin look in texture, ALMOST looking like fingers themselves, but noticably metal and segmented, despite the seams between the metal being nearly unnoticable without a magnifying glass. Oh, and the gloves extend to slightly before reachi
KH3: Armies of Chaos Ch. 5Chapter 5KH3: Armies of Chaos Ch. 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The battle between the three Xehanorts continued before Axel, Larxene, and Ansems disbelieving eyes. The Heartless, Nobody, and Keybearer were all bloodied and increasingly desperate as their free-for-all prolonged the stalemate between their immense powers.
Xehanort winced as he dodged a sudden attack from Xemnas, one of his shoulder pads absorbing the blow. He hadnt expected the fight to take such a toll on his strength; individually, he suspected he could overpower either of his counterparts, but the disorganized melee was keeping him from being able to turn the tables on his opponents. Gritting his teeth, he once again used his Light Sprint to put some distance between himself and his enemies at the speed of light.
Xemnas growled, before noticing a large shadow falling over him. He barely teleported away before the claw of his Heartlesss giant guardian struck the ground hed been standing on. The Seeker of Darkness snarled in frustration.
The L, The O, The V, The EThe L, The O, The V, The E10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The L, The O, The V, The E
I found a hand in my heart
The one that you gave me
Without the fingers or blood or skin
Just the bones and blue threads
I thought I could drown myself in.
I found a hole in my heart
The one that you gave me
With bladed tounge and soft lips
Just a tear in the middle to close with a zip
I thought it would beat with ease.
I found a word in my heart
The one that you gave me
With the l and the o and the v and the e
Just four letters that made it stop its beat
I thought I would never break free.
The Thief Dilemma IThe Thief Dilemma I10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Thief Dilemma: Chapter One
"Who's there?" The figure in the shadows asked in a deep, gruff voice. The arrow, half pulled on the tense string, hung poised in the air. The black hood hid his eyes, but his clean-shaven jaw was set. He shifted, growing impatient for a response. "Speak up."
The two shadows in the corner shifted nervously. One stood up. "We- we sort of… fell… into the game…"
The thief's eyes narrowed. "What game?"
Inching into a standing position, the second shadow whispered to the first, "Megan… I don't think this is such a good idea…"
"Shut up," the first shadow hissed back, "I'm thinking, okay?"
With caution, the thief moved his hand slowly to an arrow marked by a red feather in his quiver. His gloved fingers felt the texture of the fletch at last, and with a deft, lightning fast move, the first arrow fell to the floor, instantly replaced by the brilliant blazing fire arrow. Light from the tip cascaded into the room, showing everything. The thief's eyes widened
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
10 Tips for Novel Writers10 Tips for Novel Writers7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Dont Find Time, Make It. Too many authors think that they will find the time to write sometime today or this week or next month. But think about it: when was the last time you said, Hey, look! I just found a twenty fifth hour in my jacket pocket! You know how many hours there are in a day, so stop fooling yourself. If youre going to have time to write, you need to make time to write. Whether you set aside the same hour every day or use those few minutes you have between classes, make sure youre devoting that time entirely to your writing, not sharing it with your favourite reality tv show. Writing during commercial breaks cuts your time by at least two thirdsimagine what more you could have written had you been able to focus your time and energy.
2. Have A Backup Plan. In this age of technology, the traditional pen and paper routine has been flung quite far out the window. It is rare that anyone will write a novel by hand
Sinusitis: A HaikuNasal cavitySinusitis: A Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fascinating petrie dish
A mucoid rainbow
Another CatgirlAs Aaron awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found he was transformed in his bed into a teenaged catgirl. His boxer shorts felt too large, two nipples poked at the thin cotton of his T-shirt, and he had a tail. Moreover, it was already 9 o'clock; he should've been out the door an hour and a half ago.Another Catgirl10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aaron?" his mother's voice called. "Your boss is on the phone! Are you there?"
When he tried to talk he gagged silently instead.
"It looks like he's still asleep; I'll have him call as soon as he wakes up. I'm sure you already know how easily he gets sick. Yes."
Aaron spat out a wad of saliva and hair onto his bed sheets. "Ugh. What was that?" His voice had become much higher too. "Hello?" he said experimentally. He was hearing through the top of his head too--through two big cat ears.
"Oh my!" His mother had poked her head into the room. "I don't think we've been introduced..."
Aaron pulled the blanket up over his chest. "It's me, Aaron."
"Your name's Erin? That's so cute! Aar
The Price of Honour TEASERHe breathed heavily, dropping down onto one knee as he embedded the blade into the ground, staring up the mountain as the Garuda swarmed towards him. There were close to fifty and somewhere in the midst of all of them lay the woman he loved!The Price of Honour TEASER6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And this was entirely his fault
Angeal Hewley, SOLDIER Third Class, forced himself to his feet, his breathing laboured from the battle he was still engaged in. He took the standard issue SOLDIER sword in his right hand, tightening his grip before pulling it free from the ground, his left hand coming up to grab the blue hilt as the first of this wave of Garuda reached him.
A diagonal cut upwards sliced the monster in two before Angeal span, slicing horizontally through one. Another scratched his left arm and he released the sword, catching its neck in his hand, snapping hard before throwing it into the incoming flock, knocking a few out of the air.
With a growl Angeal began hacking through the air, his sword moving fast enough that it ap
Death Note 1: Kira returnsDeath Note 1: Kira returns8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Ryuk returns
"Matsuda," Aizawa confronted Matsuda in the park during their break from work.
"Oh, Hi Aizawa," replied Matsuda.
"Are you still upset about Light's death?"
"Get use to it, he's a murder,"
"I can't, he was also my friend,"
"Listen, Light still trusts me! Even after he told us he was Kira! I think he's still my friend,"
"Matsuda, Light was never your friend in the first place,"
Aizawa walks away. Matsuda looks at the ground.
"Light wasn't so bad. I bet he was normal before he found the Death Note," Matsuda suddenly hear something drop. He looks behind him. The Death Note.
"Another one???" yelled Matsuda. He stared at it for awhile, then started thinking, "I better take it before a kira worshipping finds it," Matsuda takes the Death Note and runs to his house.
"i-I can't believe it. I have the Death Note! I have to burn it!" Matsuda takes out a lighter, but interrupted by a guest who shows up behind him.
"I asked the Shimigami King multipl
C x V Chapter 3Vincent. Hey, Vincent. The ex-Turk was wakened by Cid shaking his shoulders.C x V Chapter 39 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hey. Come on, Vince. Dinners ready. Cid whispered, still holding his shoulders. Vincent shifted and removed himself from Cids chest. The pilot stood up once Vincent had moved and walked into the kitchen. The ex-Turk slowly looked around the living room. The TV was off, the blankets folded and placed on the back of the couch, his cloak and shirt, both folded neatly and placed on the arm chair next to the couch.
Hey, Vince. Come on. Cid called from the kitchen. The ex-Turk looked to where Cid had called to see him and Shera setting the table. Vincent then looked at the clock to see what time it was. 6:35. He had been asleep for nearly two hours. Sighing to himself, Vincent slowly stood up and started walking to the kitchen but he was barely able to take two steps before Chaos chimed in.
Well now, isnt that cute. Hes setting your place at the
Death RequiemI see their lives flash by,Death Requiem10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I see thousands of them cry.
I say goodbye to them all,
And then I watch them fall.
Young and old, rich and poor,
They all end up at my door.
Evil I should be,
And yet it is not me.
I have no freedom, but free I am.
I am not in Pandora's plan.
I bring death, I bring disease,
To humans, animals and even trees.
Do not judge me so harshly yet,
We'll be 'Best Friends' when we meet, I bet.
Thud thud, my heart should go,
Yet thud thud, it is not so.
Don't come knocking on my door,
Or you'll end up on my floor.
My clothes are dark, but I'm darker yet,
I'm at my darkest when the sun is set.
The Angel of the DawnI am your angel of the dawn,The Angel of the Dawn10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The render of the night.
I come when hope is all but gone
To shed on you my light:
To pass and leave unseen, but always in your sight.
I follow you as one would see
A star against the sky.
To fill my heart with sight of thee,
To make our spirits fly:
My soul and yours as one, together up on high.
I follow close, just e'er so near,
My wings about your frame,
To take you close, to catch a tear,
To softly speak your name:
A name from Heav'n given, as human it became.
When Fate so grants the pow'r to soar
I'll float along your glide.
But Fate uplifted once before
To bring me by your side:
To bring me to my love, my love and soon my bride.
But when such Fate a cruel part plays,
And eyes glisten wi