Writer's Block SonnetHer feet are wearing holes in the carpetWriter's Block Sonnet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While she paces 'round and 'round with a scowl
Apparently her book gives her a fit
And no one dares to talk to her at all
Her fists are clenched and waving through the air
Making gestures no one can understand
She has been pacing several hours there
Immersed in some issue that is at hand
Her eyes stare off into some unseen world
As if she is squinting at a wet page
The ink has run and everything is blurred
Her eyes too tired to read it in her rage
But then! some idea strikes her at last
I never knew that she could run so fast.
I Have Writer's Block!Don't panic. Don't bang your head against the wall. (All you get is a headache... trust me on that.) Writer's block requires a thoughtful, logical approach, so hating yourself will go nowhere.I Have Writer's Block!5 years ago in Writing More Like This
The first thing we tend to do when we have writer's block is to leave the book. We close the file or notebook and say we'll get to it later. Well, sometimes that works, but sometimes we still haven't touched it a week later. Or a month later. At that point things get a little worrisome. That's why I've compiled this list.
1. Try taking a walk or bike ride. Sometimes you just need the time to yourself. I know you've probably heard this before, but that's because it works. Let your mind drift to your characters, and an idea may arrive.
2. Think about your book before you go to sleep. Sometimes you dream about it, which can provide ideas. Sometimes you figure out the answer to your writer's block before you fall asleep. (If you're like me, you'll grab the nearest Post-it, scribble down your ideas, a
Another M Chapter OneWhat a mess...Another M Chapter One3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The stars in the viewport, which were zooming by faster than the speed of light, faded into the spectacle before me. Was this a ship?...a space station?...some sort of Noah's Ark in space?
"Was this the origin of that distress signal?" I asked myself as I gazed out at the massive gray metal cylinder that lingered in my view.
Whatever it was, it was badly damaged. Entire pieces of it were detached and drifting near the wreck. It sure looked the part of an S.O.S. Only a few lights on its exterior were lit. Maybe there was still someone inside who may know what happened? I didn't know. Neither my eyes nor my ship's scanners could find anything that could have caused this kind of damage.
However, what I did find was some sort of docking bay. It was located on one of two ring-like structures that looped around the thin end of the cylinder. "I hope it still has working teleporters. This thing is huge!" I commented aloud as I piloted my craft in.
A few minutes later, the landin
Spirited Halloween"Matty Matty, wake up!" A 9-year-old boy with blonde pageboy hair was eagerly trying to wake up his best friend, who was still sleeping despite it being 10.00 in the morning. "Come on, Matty, wake up now!" he whispered a little louder and poked him repeatedly. The other boy rolled away from him so he was facing the wall, murmuring something inaudible. The blonde grew impatient. His best friend never took such a long time waking up. "MATTY!" he shouted loudly. "It's Halloween! Hurry up and get out of bed so we can Wait, what's the matter with you?"Spirited Halloween5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The boy, Matt, had just turned around again, and his best friend quickly realized that something was off. Matt was unnaturally pale, but his cheeks were flushed, and he looked very tired and red-eyed. "I don't know, Mells," he replied with a hoarse voice, "but I think I ACHOO! might've caught a cold or something " "No way! You can't have a cold now, not today! It's probably it's probably just a coincidence
Stay With MeStay with meStay With Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Link?" Zelda asked, looking over to the blonde headed young man sitting on the top of the fence.
"Hm?" He asked, opening his eyes and looking back at the Princess who was standing behind the brown wooden fence he was sitting on.
"Well . You know that the Castle was finished being rebuilt last night, right?" She asked him, looking down.
"Wow .." Link smirked. "How long has it been then . 3 years?"
Zelda looked up at him and shook her head. "It's been five "
Link's eyes widened and looked at her as he jumped off the fence to the opposite side Zelda was on.
Zelda nodded and closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears. "You know . I'm soon gonna have to go back as soon as they finish with the furniture "
Link kept looking at the Princess with the same expression. He didn't show any sign on if he had heard her.
"But " Zelda sighed, still fighting the tears. "I-I really I really want to
Essay Writing for StudentsEssay Writing for StudentsEssay Writing for Students4 years ago in Writing More Like This
First off, this is informal, meaning this is how I do my essay plans, not what some academic that lives under a rock has handed out for use. It’s a rough skeleton or framework that you can use to plan for the contents of your academic essay without having to write a proper, full draft. Drafting a complete essay isn’t always an option for in-class essays where the question is given to you on the day or you simply lack the time. If you know your material well then this will be all you need to pump out a nice A grade for your in-class essay. For assignment type essays, it can be used for the initial planning stages of your essay, but in that case a full draft will still be required for editing and handing in purposes (naturally). Think of it a shorthand prompt guide for your essay which you only have to expand on come exam day. If your memory is terrible like mine, then this method will be your best friend. I’ll attempt
Goosefeather's Judgment--Ch. 2"Can I go play outside with Poppykit and Adderkit and the others?" Moonkit asked, pawing at her mother's shoulder.Goosefeather's Judgment--Ch. 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Silverheart smiled, looking down at her other kit. "Why don't you take Goosekit with you?"
Moonkit threw her brother a disparaging look. "But Silverheart, he doesn't even play the games right."
Goosekit was curled up between Silverheart's paws, his head resting against her leg. He lifted his head and scowled, his brow furrowing as it so often did. "I do try, you know!"
"It's not my fault if you're no good at it." Moonkit sniffed.
Goosekit's face crumpled, and immediately his sister hopped over, hurt. "Oh, Goosekit, I'm sorry." She mewed, nudging his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Yes you did. I'm terrible at your games." He said bitterly, turning his head away.
Moonkit was obviously torn between having fun and being kind to her brother. She looked out towards the entrance. It was a beautiful daythe sun was bright, and she could see Pinekit and Poppykit
Do you know what I hate?Do you know what I hate? The question: Who are you? Everyone knows of those prompts in school where the teacher expects you tell your life story in so many words. They anticipate a list of experiences, a bald statement of facts. They think that knowing these things will help them get to know you better or the class if it is an assignment you must read aloud. They say that you need not reveal anything too personal, that if it makes you uncomfortable then do not talk about it. But what they do not realize is that not everyone can look at a blank page and pour shallow, impersonal truths upon it.Do you know what I hate?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They do not realize that to some of us, the question of 'Who are you?' is painful.
And when you do not give them more than a few elusive answers to their prompting, they poke for more detail. "Detail," they say, "I do not feel as if I know anything more about you." What if I do not want you to know more about me? What if the way I answered was the only way I knew how without trudging up old h