The FieldsCarl,The Fields3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
a confession1. in eleventh grade, our teacher told us disney was fucked up. she showed us some video where all these little girls said they felt bad for belle, but if she had listened to beast, she would be okay. she should let him hit her so they would be okay. so they could get married. but then all i could think of was how i remembered ariel gave up her fins and her voice for some boy. and all i could think of was how fucked up it was i would give my legs up for you, too, like i was used to strapping them to your thighs. that i learned not to speak, but move and wail. and that’s what love was.a confession3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. meeting you was kind of like meeting that part of myself i had forgotten. like i’d dropped you when i was walking to class one day. then i came back to you, through the arbor of the rain, soaking wet and on my knees, begging, my hair and eyes a collection of weakness and water. and you were a new kind of jesus, complete with blue jeans and a crooked smile, nailed to the bed, your halo a pil
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
The Moon's Curse 10"OHMIGOSH!!!" Alyssa squealed as she read from the journal, along with Haley, Angel, Eliana, and Allison who hovered over her reading the journal, while Matt and Damon waited for their turn.The Moon's Curse 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can you girls stop squealing already? That's the third time in five minutes!" Damon complained. Matt nodded and took out his ear plugs.
"What in the world are you guys squealing about?" Kellie said as she walked into the room, with a sly grin playing on her face.
"We just read like a cliffhanger in Emmaline's journal! It's so suspenseful I could like " Haley trailed off.
"Do a backflip!" "Eat a goat!" "Do a Dance!" "Explode!" The four girls replied to Haley's sentence, a little bit too imaginatively.
"WHAT ARE YOU READING?" Kellie managed to say above the others while Damon and Matt looked at each other and sighed.
"Mel sent us a journal that just happens to be Emily Kinney's great-great-great-great-great- ." Matt said as he was interrupted by Angel.
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Angel said, bo
Truth Without Love?(2/04/2014)Truth Without Love?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I see this happen way too often, even in the comments section of my own deviations; you can even see it happening on the pages of my stamps:
Too often I will see an atheist post a comment in disagreement with the deviation, and a believer replies to that atheist's comment in the same snarky manner as the atheist who disagreed. And the comments will go on and on in snark-to-snark combat as they attempt to correct each other.
What's worse, sometimes even an atheist won't necessarily be acting snarky--perhaps just having an honest disagreement with reason behind it--but the so-called "Christian" who tries to correct them does act snarky to them, even so much as insulting the non-believer for his/her statements.
Well guess what? Out of my love for all of you and my love for God's Truth, prepare to face some honest and well-needed correction.
Do you know what the bible says about that kind of attitude that t
The words I cannot tell you"Open your heart", you sayThe words I cannot tell you6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Well did you know, beautiful, that we can only see a portion of the whole spectrum of light?
There are infrared rays, defending my inner ugliness.
Once upon a time I would have called them prison and I would have realized how they only make it impossible for us to really understand, really be in, each other.
Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales.
There are gamma radiations, feeding this cancer.
I wish I could utter them, the words I cannot tell you. I wish there was a chemotherapy I could undergo, I wish there was a rehabilitation capable of teaching me again that if I give my true self to you
I wish, but I am no Genie; only a disappointed Aladdin.
There are ultraviolet anchors, sinking my bravery.
I used to be attracted by you with the intensity of gravity, 9.81 m/s2 and growing. I used to think that I'd never be able to stop Newtons from getting me nearer to you.
I used to know how this law of phys
Easter Sunday--S.H.Its been about 1862 years now since the event that causes this day each year to be celebrated. I think, probably, it has lost the meaning with most of the people that celebrate it. As I smoke my morning pipe and look down out of my window, I see many people, dressed in their finest, on their way to church.Easter Sunday--S.H.8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many of them go only on this day each year. Many of them will sleep or daydream, or think of their own self-righteousness during the sermon.
Their minds are very likely not on the death and resurrection that occurred in order to save their very souls. Mine most certainly was.
It was now a little less than a year since I had returned to life myself. My absence had been three years, and my friend had not acted any less stunned to see me I dare say than Jesus disciples to see him. Both had thought their master and friend had died for sure at the hands of enemies.
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
5 Tips for Cultural Diversity in Writing5 Tips for Cultural Diversity in Writing5 Tips for Cultural Diversity in Writing4 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 7 “From Story to Art” – Section 4 “Diversity”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Diversity—it almost seems a trap word meant for snaring unwitting people into a political debate. But why is it important to writing? Many will argue that it is a means of political correctness, popularity, and seeming hip to all your liberal friends at the coffee shop. While coffee shop creds are pretty important, the real reason for creating a diversity of religion, nationality, culture, ethnicity, philosophy, sexual orientation, gender, economic background, and any other sort, is that it gives a new layer of depth and realism to anything you write. By understanding the specific ways in which to apply diversity so that it adds this depth, we can also learn h
The Key to Writing Romance Your Readers Will LoveThe Key to Writing Romance Your Readers Will Love9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'd like to address an element that has been bugging me for some time that can make or break a romance storyline. The thing is, all too often characters are purported to fall deeply in love with each other for no apparent reason and without ample time to even do so. Thus, there is a plot thread or even an entire novel wrapped around a relationshi
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...
Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity
Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!
And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed
What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
What I learned from Zelda1. While it may seem like fun to go into people's houses and break their stuff, this is in fact wrong and you may be forced to pay compensation for it.What I learned from Zelda3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. The fairies may give you a second chance at life- or four.
3. You can get drunk on milk.
4. When you find something suspicious, blow it up.
5. Don't worry about falling from cliffs; you'll just respawn where you started.
6. Postmen are very reliable and dedicated public servants.
7. Averting the apocalypse is as simple as playing a few notes.
8. Translation books may just save your life one day.
9. Sometimes, goats just need to be petted.
10. Do not attack chickens. Ever.
11. Don't be discouraged from trying even if there are bigger fish in the pond.
12. Be careful to never get lost in a forest.
13. When sailing, be sure to leap over any hazards you may come across.
14. One man's trifle is another's treasure.
15. Don't play Whack-A-Mole with dragons.
16. Masks can bring either a blessing or curse- more likely the latter.
17. A visit
5 Tips for Increasing Dramatic Tension in Writing5 Tips for Increasing Dramatic Tension in Your Writing5 Tips for Increasing Dramatic Tension in Writing3 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 7 “From Story to Art” – Section 7 “Rules, Limits, and Stacking the Odds”
With Links to Supplementary Material
If you've got a draft of a story or a story in mind, sooner or later you will begin to realize that you might want a certain quality—a certain epic intensity that you've seen and experiences with books and movies that keep you on the edge of your seat with tremulous excitement, and then makes you feel like your mind has been blown after you are finished. But wait! Doesn't Shyamalan try to make his movies epic, and just leave his audience irritated because in doing so he makes his stories seem terribly bloated and self-absorbed? Yes! But YOU can reach epic tension without making your story self-pleasuring and pretentious
What Type of Writer Are You?What Type of Writer Are You?What Type of Writer Are You?5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 1 “Self-identification”
With Links to Supplementary Material
While there are still a few topics in the genre section that I need more time to think about and research, I feel the need to take a break from it and move on to another section of major importance—Types of Writers. There are many types of writers—each separated by their motivation for writing. It is important to know what writing groups you fall into, so that you know your strengths, weaknesses, and can devise strategies so that your motivation can meet with your medium in order to create the best possible story. Today, I'm going to list the types that I will be later discussing, as well as giving readers the chance for input, in case I forget any of them.
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.zero.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite
8 Tips for Writing Dialogue for your Characters8 Tips for Writing Dialogue for your Characters8 Tips for Writing Dialogue for your Characters3 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 5 “Choosing and Designing Characters” – Section 4 “Dialogue”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Dialogue is a tricky topic, and for two key reasons. The first is that creating realistic dialogue is a difficult skill to master—even in day-to-day life—without speech coming out plastic, pointless, or otherwise unconvincing. The second problem is that the proper dialogue for your story is deeply rooted within the other elements—the characters, the setting, the genre, etc... Because of this, writing dialogue that is custom fitted to your story, requires adjustment and cannot stand up to any “one size fits all” set of guidelines. Today, I'm going to try to give some new approaches as well as some time-tested tips f
6-Word Story - Final CurtainFinal curtain's down, exhaustion takes over.6-Word Story - Final Curtain3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
How to Hook a ReaderHow to Hook a Reader2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I should note that this article will be primarily concerning YA fiction, as that is what I know most about. You may notice that some of these openings use elements that I cautioned against in an earlier article. Told ‘ya there were bountiful exceptions to writing “rules.”
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
“There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”
This one is just awesome. I adore some subtle humor in a book, and it’s a great way to start out if you’re witty enough. This short and amusing opening line tells us a lot about the character in a very short time. His name also gives an indication that he is not from the land of Narnia, but is probably from England, if this book is to be similar to the ones prior to it in the series. We know something about his age in t
Naming Characters (tips for writers)Naming Characters (tips for writers)6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Choose a Name that Fits
People often make judgments based solely on an individual’s name—it’s a natural thing to do. You can use these stereotypes to yo