How to be A Fanfic WriterThe Fizzaddict approach.How to be A Fanfic Writer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING. This method should only be used if you are willing to consume vast amounts of Dr. Pepper and swear profusely.
1. Promise yourself to go to sleep early the night before. This is so that you can wake up early on your day off, get it over and done with whilst still having time for other activities.
2. Wake at two o'clock in the afternoon and curse for ten minutes.
3. Get dressed and switch on laptop. Get distracted for an hour by DA updates.
4. Turn off the wireless internet so that you cannot be distracted and open office writer.
5. Spend fives minutes unable to think of an opening line.
6. Leave laptop alone and pick up rubbish/clothes/books etcetera off the floor, including fifteen empty cans of Dr. Pepper. This is so that you can have a clean and healthy environment to get the writer juices flowing.
7.Realize that all your anime dvds are out of their cases and put them right. Then alphabetize them, a
His Kiss of Choices"Snow?" Garrus asked, tilting his head as he processed the information. Shepard watched her companion carefully and her lips twitched at the sight of his curiosity. The turian's eyes narrowed, but the Commander had enough patience to wait out his apprehension. "What do you mean, snow?" His normally husky voice grew more vicious as he quickly became frustrated.His Kiss of Choices5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And he took the bait. Shepard's smile broadened and she felt her fingers twitch with the adrenaline, "I mean the weather- 'snow'. Is there any other kind of snow?" Snorting her own skepticism, she waved any possible answer away as if Garrus could consider one.
"I understand what the term snow refers to, but I'm more confused by your intentions with it," he responded with mild concern. Ducking his head further into his armor, Garrus unconsciously backed up a step, but Shepard had him in her sights. Uncomfortable, the turian's shifting glances focused on the stars passing out beyond the safety of the ship.
He was alrea
Landlocked 15Landlocked 157 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariel took Urchins request like a blast of cold air to the face. Refreshing, relieving, yet--
Why? Ariel asked, shaking the shock from her mind. Urchin laughed his beautiful laugh.
Take a look around, he said. I live in a hovel, confined to the ocean that everyone knows. Nowhere to go, nowhere to call my own. Everyone here knows my past and they treat me different for it. I want a clean slate, Ariel, and new things. Like you.
Ariel sat back, thinking this over.
Theres no way I can say no without sounding like a hypocrite, she mused aloud.
Of course, Urchin smiled. I planned it that way.
Have you thought this out? She asked, trying to be mature.
Have you? H countered. The excuses you gave me earlier were just that: excuses. If we go to the surface, theres no coming back, not even for a visit. Youre to important. You
Why Does the Witch Cry?: StoryHer name was Sunny.Why Does the Witch Cry?: Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was seventeen years old, and already the sort of beautiful that would have lasted forever. She was an accomplished gymnast and dancer, and had a remarkably haunting singing voice that landed her the lead in her school musicals each year. She got good grades, dressed appropriately, had perfect blonde hair, snowy white skin, and bright blue eyes. Her teachers loved her, she got along with everyone, and never once stopped smiling. Her father was a pastor and raised her to be a good Christian, and she spread love and compassion graciously. Her parents were proud.
She was born on Christmas Eve, and endured being dressed as an angel year after year. She loved the Christmas spirit, and at the age of four, belted forth an incredible rendition of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" at both her preschool and church, bringing warmth and joy to people in her city. She started school smoothly, waving a h
TalonsI rake my talons along the wall;Talons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so when I finally reach that light
at the end of the long tunnel,
I can cut the wire
and free the common truth of night.
It'll serve you well to prepare yourself
for the fall of the incandescent storm.
The torrents will drown out the sun,
the winds will howl as if you didn't matter,
and if you're not down when it hits,
then you'll be blasted down.
You'll find yourself trapped
right beneath the sky
as Paradise itself collapses
and rains burning fractals
upon the innocents around you.
And the mosaic that will form
from the fire,
and the cobalt,
and the struggle,
will siphon away your words and your voice
like blood from an outstretched arm
(just like you knew it would).
And in your last, dire moments
you might think to wonder "Why?"
but the answer will have escaped you,
escaped all of us.
So grab on to someone
who means something to you,
and find the strength to watch the horizon.
Aim a fist at the sky,
and shout "Carry on!"
What are they....What are they....4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You don't know me right now, but trust me, I look just like you!
Let me tell you about myself!
I'm a boy, that has brown hair, and blue eyes just like you mommy!
You don't know me but when you figure out who I am, I bet you well be proud and happy!
Today you told daddy about your little tube that appeared a cross after you urinated.
You seemed to be surprised to me!
When you told dad he seemed angry.
I don't think you noticed though.
You said later that night that you enjoyed and loved me so.
I love you too Mommy!
The next day, daddy had a weird smell in his mouth... He punched you.
And he hurt you. I heard your heart that soothed me to sleep, is now beating really fast!
I got scared. You jumped back and put your hands on me to protect me.
I don't like daddy. He is scary. The other day he came up to you and apologized.
I still think he is a bad man. When I grow up, I will make sure no one will hurt you!
Tonight, you didn't talk to me or touch me, or even sing. You usually do,
I love you, mommy.Mother: I love you, sweetie.I love you, mommy.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Daughter (Age 4): I love you, mommy!
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 10): Make sure to drop me off a block away from school, I'll walk.
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 16): Whatever.
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 20): Yeah, Yeah, mom. I gotta get back to work.
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 32): Aha, alright.
Daughter (Age 43): -Places rose on tombstone- I love you, mommy...
Love your mom.
You may not realize it now but she really does loves you.
Do yourself a favor and don't realize it last minute.
FemHawke x Fenris: The RitualThe RitualFemHawke x Fenris: The Ritual4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story Elements: drama/comfort/angst
Pairing: female mage Hawke and Fenris
Synopsis: Fenris and Hawke discuss the ritual that Fenris endured at the hands of the magisters/Danarius. Descriptions of the ritual with back and forth between the two. Implied Romance.
Hawke took a seat next to Fenris at her desk in the library. He had chosen a book about lyrium of all things. Such dry reading.
"Why lyrium Fenris? I thought you wouldn't want a book discussing something so... close to home," Hawke said gently as she flitted her eyes to Fenris' markings. He must have caught her glance.
"And why not Hawke, I shouldn't care to know more about what was carved into me?" He retorted. Hawke recoiled a bit from his gaze. He must have caught that, too.
"I'm sorry. It's just, this book has so many uses for lyrium. How Templars use it, how mages use it to augment their powers, but nothing about it being bran
2nd person fiction and YouYou like fiction written in the second person. You may not admit it to yourself, but deep down, you really do. It teases you with its confrontational otherness, its flamboyantly displayed post-modernism, its teeth.2nd person fiction and You5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do not look at its teeth. You do not want to look at its teeth.
Fiction written in the second person and you have a long history of denial. At first, you were sure it couldn't be done. Then it was done, and it was done to you, and you liked it, too, but it was only the one time and you were kind of drunk. It was an experiment, and it was interesting as an experiment, but that was all it was.
Only, of course, it wasn't.
Fiction written in the second person has invaded your dreams, and what's worse, your sexual fantasies. You'd be picturing a luscious blonde, rubbing her rubbables, yearning for your touch, when suddenly a voice would pop into your head, calmly narrating what you were doing: "You are picturing a luscious blonde," the voice would say, "rubbing her rubbables. Hey
In the Middle of a FestivalBrown eyes widened and fingers twitched as a young individual stepped closer to the booth. With a quick lick to dry lips the youngster reached out his hands and cringed.In the Middle of a Festival9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And don't let me catch you around the fireworks booth!"
Umino Iruka stopped, the razor edge warning from his cater-wailing mother drifted through his head as he took a step back from the booth decorated with fireworks, each in different sizes and shapes to entice the lil' bastard of a prankster inside of him. Honestly he was a ninja... academy student; they were trained with handling exploding objects.
The eleven-year-old shook his head as he wandered down the busy streets of a town wrapped up in a celebration. Iruka had never attended a festival outside of Fire Country, heck he had never been to a festival outside of Konoha and it seemed his family had just landed in a village that was still ripe in a week long festival dedicated to some event of days long past.
He and his parents were on their merry wa
Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 10Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day! On Christmas day! And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day in the morning!"
"Thanks, Sir Cadogan. I didn't know 'I Saw Three Ships' had nine verses," replied Rose, hoping he would take a hint and stop singing.
"Hush, thou knave in maiden's clothing! You are to stay silent for your punishment! Now, another song I rather enjoy goes something like this! On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, a puffskein in a pear tree!" he sang in a robust baritone.
Rose let out a low moan before she continued polishing the gold shield award. Her father and uncle had won it back in 1993 for special service to the school. She could not imagine such heroes could ever be found serving detention by polishing trophies. They h
Why Christine Loves StormsChristine shivered as a crack of thunder split the warm summer air up above the Palais Garnier Opera House. Christine had always loathed rainstorms, but the showers with huge bouts of lightning and thunder scared her half to death. Christine had been frightened of water since the age of six. That was the year she had witnessed her mother being pulled from the sea, drowned like a rat. Christine had always shuddered away from meeting the same fate.Why Christine Loves Storms3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ever so relieved she was seated in a plush armchair in front of a cozy fire, she began to wring her hands. For each thunderous boom, she gave a small yelp and wrung her hands tighter. She was worrying obsessively over the possibility that in her current location, where there was a lake, the situation would give rise to flooding.
Each time Christine yelped, her lover Erik felt another pang in his already broken heart. Erik knew Christine loved him, and he would do absolutely anything she asked, but this was a
Howling Ghosts - Chapter 13Howling Ghosts - Chapter 134 years ago in Drama More Like This
Summary This is the journey made by a Champion trying to make her own fate, and why does Varric mention only her love interest remains at her side?
The further south they traveled, the more the heat tapered off but seemed to dog their footsteps within the next hour. Despite the soupy air slowing their pace to a snail's crawl, they didn't dare make camp for the following three, long days. Finally, drawing near the Dales, Bethany's complaints grew insufferable.
The share of luggage she towed dragged along the ground behind her and the fabric finally caught on a sharp rock and spilled the contents all over the forest floor.
Outraged, hot, tired, and slightly delirious from lack of sleep, Elesee took a long look at the ground.
"I'm tired." Bethany threw out the excuse before her older sister could say anything, her voice tight and defensive. She took a step backwards at the seething glare shot her way.
"Didn't I t
Beside You in Time: 18881888: London, EnglandBeside You in Time: 18884 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ghosts roamed the streets when the fogs rolled into London. Men, women and children grew quiet and moved slowly, because they couldn't see more than half a block in front of them, and half of the things they did see weren't actually there. After decades of walking through the pea soup, it was still difficult to overcome the natural, human fear of dark corners and shadowy figures. Even the light from the street lamps along the wide street of Piccadilly fractured in the haze.
Kagome had prowled in the dark for far too long to fear the shadows - the few things that could hunt her didn't bother to hide. Instead, the fog provided anonymity, protecting her from stares that followed her whenever she left the East. If not for the acrid smell and the yellow film that clung to every surface, including the lungs of every Londoner, she could have appreciated this ethereal world created by the burning of soft coal. At the moment, she wished she could walk in the fog rat
Acidic LiesThe deceptive web of lies was set in motion by a simple false promise. That false hope was delivered by such a skilled actress that I didn’t stop to consider the alternate meanings lurking in the depths.Acidic Lies3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The first lie, “I’m not afraid of you”, could have just as easily been turned to describe her. As simple, naïve, and innocent as she appeared to be, she held me in a never ending, captivatingly exquisite state of terror. As frighteningly ghastly as I was, I never held such an absolute power over her as she did over me. Any change in her easily swayed whim and I could be destroyed mercilessly and without proper reason. She was free to annihilate me any way she desired.
The second series of lies, “I love you”, began to eat me alive. All people know that vile monsters such as I are not fit for any type of affection. My greatest yearning was to be truly loved by her for who I was, malformed and all. &
I Will Wait: Erik's StruggleHope you all like my first post to our group's page. This is a simple one-shot about our Erik.I Will Wait: Erik's Struggle3 years ago in Drama More Like This
What do you do when you love someone so much it aches every tortuous moment you are separated from them? How do you cope when you see their smile at another's voice, their hand enclosed in one that isn't worthy to touch their sacred skin.
The Vicomte! I could tear him apart limb from limb, torture him with the slowest most painful methods ever thought of and still I shall not be satisfied. How I loathe his existence. She trusted me before that fool appeared to woo her and court her. She wanted me. She sang for me. She came to me!
Christine Daae. What curse has she laid upon my heart that I cannot write for thinking of her? Music no longer satiates my thirst for beauty. No, only she can. Her lovely voice inspires me, her sweet na´ve heart that can look past a mask to the monster that loves her. Or cou
Your Phantom is Here!Are you lonely? Are you a hopeless romantic? Do you like music? Are you a girl or just an extremely feminine guy? If you answered at least 3 of those questions, then this is for you!Your Phantom is Here!3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Tired of those guys that "just want one thing"? Are you the obsessive type? Are you turned on by death? The Phantom of the Opera is here to Take You Away!
With any voice, any race and any language, the angles of music are here to suit YOUR needs!
If you are depressed, he will sing for you!
If someone pissed you off, he will "take care of them"!
If you need to get away from everyday problems, because you are a poor unfortunate soul that just can't take it because everyone loves you too much, he will TAKE YOU AWAY!
If you want to settle down, he has already taken the liberty of sneaking into your room at night to get your ring size, and has stolen the measures of your bodice from the dress maker! Your ring and dress are ready!
If you lost your father, he will BE YO DADDEH!
Get your angel of music, today! Try
SPICE - Lovi+PiriLet's see.SPICE - Lovi+Piri4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Last night was with Liechtenstein, so that skirt on his lamp must be hers. It only makes sense, as the two of them had haphazardly thrown off what they wore since they had to be quick or her trigger-happy brother would see his sister was past curfew, find where she is, and ultimately go on a rampage. But didn't Belgium stop by before dinner? Right before Liechtenstein arrived, she knocked on his door with a bag of tomatoes for him and a willing grin. Unless it was yesterday and not the day before that Seychelles walked home with him after school. Who leaves a skirt, of all things, anyway? What, did they just up and go out his place in nothing but their underwear and a shirt? He must've loaned her a pair of his slacks or something while still half-conscious with sleep. Yeah, that seemed about right.
Looking out his penthouse at the lights of Pseudo-Rome in the night, cigarette on his lips, Romano puffed out a smoke ring and ran his fingers through his tousled mahogany hair, t
MeadowThere is a meadow near the houseMeadow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on Lily Street.
It is the place of the gardener
who trims the flowers and the wheat.
Often times I wondered of
The sweet-smelling air
Then I found roses on the doorstep
Of the house near that flower affair
I found the gardener in her drab dress
And gave her the white roses
She denied them, twice
Then when back to her plain prose
The flowers grew about
In their bridal dresses and gowns
But the gardener's hands
Remained dusted from the ground
I watched as she clipped the petals
The broken twigs and branches
As she kneeled beside the irises
Reviving life in the sovereign stances
A morning came and went
Again, I had returned with poem
And presented her the roses
But twice, she denied them
I sat on the limbs of the old tree
As I looked upon her figure
Her standing posture was crooked
Amongst the beautiful flower moor
I found myself growing with age
As I slept within the tree
Then I awoke to a frightening sound
Of crows made of ivory
The gardener had vanished
DemonsEveryone has demons... Whether they're small ones, or big ones that haunt your every move. Zuko's demons, Katara noticed, were big. Every step he took, he breath he inhaled, every second of life was haunted by his past. By his sister. By his father.Demons3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And with every passing second, Katara realized that she wanted to soothe him. To alleviate his pain. To be the balm to his red, hot wounds. It wasn't a want, she decided... But a need.
She needed to be the cooling water on the burn in his soul.
Katara loved Zuko.
10 Ways Challenge: Being There10 Ways Challenge: Being There5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nicky was having a really good day. The morning sun was shining brightly after a full week of rain. For breakfast, he had his favorite buttered toast and soft-boiled eggs. And best of all, he had been assigned to work with Dawn alone. 'Just her,' Nicky smiled at the thought as he headed towards her apartment. Zack had allowed the pair to work together on a case, as he himself was taking a few days' leave to get together with Ava.
'That son of a gun just wants to get lucky' Nicky chuckled to himself. Not that he was complaining. Zack had passed on the white collar crime case to Nicky, who took Dawn as his partner. The blonde had been casually dropping hints on Dawn since he met her, but they had never done anything alone. He'd even secretly asked Rylie to go over to Ryan's place, which Rylie happily obliged. No one understood the relationship between the two, but none cared as long as they were both happy.
Nicky took a deep breath as he neared Dawn's apartment. He ran his
Borra Week: 1Orange and yellow robes appeared in the corner of Korra's eye. Korra tried to suck in her sobs; she didn't want her mentor seeing her crying like a child. Not now. "Go away, Tenzin," she muttered.Borra Week: 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"But you called me here," said a voice, gentle and teasing. She'd only heard it in dreams and visions, and yet it was more familiar to her than her mother's.
Korra gasped. "Aang?" she breathed, turning slowly to look at the figure.
He smiled at her. He looked just like all her visions: calm, confident, strong. Korra looked up at him, and her eyes filled with tears again. She hid her face againto mask her shame or her tears, she could no longer tell. "No, no," she whispered. "Go away. I'm not the Avatar anymore. I'm not anything."
A hand touched her shoulder. It was as solid as any she'd ever felt; she buried her face deeper in the circle of her body, trying to get away even though she knew there was nowhere she could hide. He was her, she was him, and he would know just how she felt.
England X Reader : A Day of MemoriesEngland X Reader : A Day of Memories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stared at him gently, saying your name as you stroke his golden hair with such calmness.
Arthur closed his eyes and he quickly ventured to a deep slumber.
Looking at his face, it made you want to doze off with him "I wonder what is he seeing in his dreams?" You asked yourself. Then you suddenly remembered that he's been calling everyone unicorns at the drugstore a moment ago. So you thought that maybe, he's been dreaming of them. You simply laughed. "No. I don't think so "
Then He began talking to himself again. "Unicorns Pixies . Pirates " He whispered as you stared at him. You even thought that he's eerie, strange and You imagined that he's chanting a spell to curse someone.
"You're weird But " You chuckled at him.
"Whhhhat..?" Arthur asked.
You glanced at him with shock. "I thought you're asle