Writing Tips -1Writing TipsWriting Tips -14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so writing. Something you are interested in? Well,
lets get to grips with just some of the basics of great writing. These tips
will transform your attitude from "How can I fill this page?" into "How can
I fill this page with good quality writing?"
Part One: Initial Idea
Why is it that finding an idea can be so hard?
Why does everyone else have the power to come up with amazing ideas, and what
are you left with? Nothing... Well, to you, that may be what it seems
like, but I'm sure if you dig deep enough, you don't really lack in
ideas, you just have a hard time bringing them to the surface. Here
are some ways to bring out that buried inspiration:
Base some ideas on real life events
Its probably the easiest way to write, you may have experienced what you are
writing about, this helps the mind describe the situation, it also makes it
sound much more realistic.
Use inspiration from other pieces of writing
RA: IntuitionRA: Intuition3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer
Intuition over Intention
Four dark figures with different colored goggles, one wearing a distinctive black and white jacket and another a military hat, marched along a wide street between city buildings, passing piles of rubbish, debris and broken glass.
It was another bitter cold and cloudy day in the wastelands. The sky glared a bright gray tone above the charcoal land, interrupted by single dark clouds every now and then. Countless broken skyscrapers and towers loomed out of the city below, covered in a soft mantle of clouds.
The Captain had brought his people his minions, as he liked to call them to a ruined market place to show them something he'd found.
"Behold, my minions, zee absolutely holy and original, unique, wonderful statue of eternal awesomeness!" he declared in front of his
Birthday With CthulhuIt came in the deepest stirrings of my subconscious, a kind of shudder in the recesses of my soul. In a dreamlike state I slept and walked along those dripping, greenish soap-stone monoliths as old as time, dread waking in the pit of my flesh. A voice, eons old trembled in the depths, waking the stars and galaxy dust from their slumber as the heavens shook and sunlight fell away into darkness. He was calling me.Birthday With Cthulhu3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mad seas rolled in strange lullabies, and mourning-cloak moths flew with hollow eyes towards the moon. I was a helpless puppet at his beckoning, stumbling in a dream towards the terrible eyes, the cruel mouth, the wicked, monstrous head that spoke of strange beings that the dead wept over. Alien things from another world that the earth cloaked to herself like a terrible secret best left forgotten or abandoned to the utterings of mad men.
The ether held its breath, and supernovas swallowed themselves into black holes. The creature lifted a great, swollen hand from the oceani
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.Inspector Wolf10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
Emerald Wave BioEmerald Wave Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Emerald Wave
Nickname/Alias(es): Emey, Wave.
Age: Older Filly 14-ish
Additional Status: Average
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Green, short on head but longer on tail. Somewhat spikey and wavy.
Eye Color: Light Green
Cutie Mark: A single green fish
Other Scars/Markings: Has freckles just above her nose.
Physique: Somewhat skinny and ever so slightly taller than most ponies.
Current Residence: A Small cottage in Whitetail Wood
Job: Swim teacher. She provides swimming lessons to ponies who simply don't know how. She also helps take care of the underwater animals.
Closest Friends: Candy Wick (art coming soon!)
Courting/Courted By: None
Likes: Swimming , Fish , Water , Summer , Mysteries , Friends , Sweets , Nightmare Night, Braeburn
Dislikes: Flying , Not being able to fly
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
The Chains that Bind chapter 2The Chains that Bind chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Chain of Command
Heavy winds and violent rain lashed at a cloaked figure as she galloped through the Ever free forest. Zecora had been kind enough to offer her hut to weather the storm, but the shadowy figure had politely declined. In truth, the trinkets that decorated the shamans hut creeped her out no end. Of course, she would never admit it, if anyone found out that she of all ponies was afraid of such things, they would laugh at her, and she couldn't stand that. I must get to Ponyville she thought to herself, closing her eyes as the water beneath her hooves splashed up at her face. The wind whipped at her pale blue mane, even within her drapes, and she was forced to find a moments shelter from the raging storm. As gales howled and a veritable curtain of torrential rain battered the sleepy forest, the pony looked out from her little nook, her heart pounding against her chest.
"You couldn't even begin to be this powerful, could you?" a voice spoke out, one that soun
Writing Tips: Never Assume It's FunnyThere's a very memorable scene in Roger Rabbit where the title character almost randomly breaks out of his handcuffs. When asked why he didn't do it sooner he says that he couldn't do it before because it wasn't funny before. Now Roger Rabbit is a great movie, but that one joke doesn't seem to have aged very well. Since 1989, cartoons have become a lot more story-driven, a lot more in depth, and generally less gag-based. Can you get away with breaking logic or continuity if a joke is funny? Yes. Can you get away with having an asshole in your show who is nothing but a sadist as long as he's funny? Yes. Should you ever, ever do it, especially if you're just getting started writing? Hell fucking no.Writing Tips: Never Assume It's Funny4 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Let's start with the very, very obvious: if the joke you assumed was funny broke continuity, placed a character out of character, or could destroy the story wasn't funny... then things fall apart. It sounds like common sense, but I can see why some people need to assume that things are funny.
Two Women, One HulkTwo Women, One Hulk4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Two Women, One Hulk
The Realm of Asgard
Thor was now leaving Asgard after visiting his father Odin, who wished to speak with him regarding the mortals that helped saved the nine realms from destruction at the hands of Loki. The conversation between Odin and Thor, like most of their discussions, was very brief and left the Thunder God wondering, for it seemed like Odin knew something that nobody else did and was intentionally hiding it. Thor could only begin to guess what his father was hiding, but whatever it was, it was something that was not meant to be revealed to anyone at this particular point of time.
He could only hope that whenever this secret was, it would be revealed to him and his fellow Avengers before it is too late. Thor continued to walk through the halls, his mind deep in thought regarding his conversation with Odin, and thus did not seem to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. It was only when this particular person announced her presen
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.Dragons3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
ClaustrophobiaClaustrophobiaClaustrophobia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little Wally Wentworth was a fairly normal happy little boy. He collected monster cards, he played with action figures, he had a dog and a backyard, and a loving family. Well, almost loving family. His big sister, Amanda, was a nightmare made flesh, and there was oh so very much flesh. Even at the young age of 15 she was easily three times his weight, her stumpy bulbous legs creaked the floors wherever she walked, her fashionable 'hawt ass' pants stretched to the limit and her designer cardigans could have been used to swaddle baby elephants. And she knew that tiny, timid little Wally was terrified of her and relished every second of making his peaceful life misery.
Only yesterday she had declared him offensive for bringing a action figure in the car with the family on the way to the park, and when they had gotten home she chased him down, put him in the dark, cramped closet... and sat on his head with her enormous backside. Wally had screamed and suffocated, like he did
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she saidmushroom cloud2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
Dear Sir[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]Dear Sir5 years ago in Drama More Like This
We regret to inform you
That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair where warm nights are cracked by
ceilings let you sink into plaid cushions and listen
FriendshipFriendship. What is it that drives you so?Friendship3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pushes you to limits, brings you to the edge?
That little something, that itty bitty click?
That single pulse, that great love?
Filled with eternal laughter
A closeness only rivaled by intimacy
That loyal cut, forged in trial
A bond so deep that every pang is felt
Is it the keen eye of cruelty that brought you together?
Some strange glimpse of fate?
Or is it a greater work, something so far beyond us?
A random flick of chance?
No, it is beyond that
It is a power
Bound in Blood
Bound in Tears
Bound so deep, that the taste of betrayal
Cuts so deep, that none can feel, for they are defeated
Yet it is a revival
In a world littered with lies
And like love, it is bound, yet boundless
It transcends the trivial
And in the end, it makes trivial so significant.
Looking at the stars
Counting the clouds
Giggling, twisting, and squirming
Upon a blanket
A girl I used to knowThere used to be a girlA girl I used to know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who I'd talk to everyday
We always had a laugh
And had so much to say
But one day she dissapeared
Just vanished into mid-air
I don't know where she went
It's as if she was never there
A long time later she came back
But she was a subject of change
She was like a different person
Even her touch felt strange
Everytime I see her now
I think back to how it used to be
Now she has returned however
She barely even remembers me
There is a girl I know
Who I see everyday
But we no longer talk
As we have nothing to say