Cassandria the Assassin Part 7Raven was right: I would have been sea-sick if I went on upper deck. The boat rocked side-to-side, I myself rocking with it. For my first time on a boat, I hated it. It was so dull compared to my room, alone. I was surrounded by the same tedious and pompous russet colour. The only other colour I could adore was my robes' colour. A static, pure white. From the robes, I took off the lace and placed it aside. Then I stuffed the sack with the garments and fastened the hole. Who knows, this Strattonshire might have been a nice place and I might be wearing my robes more than my armour.
The sack was just the mere size of a pouch, only a little bigger. I tucked in the loose end of the sack into my waist strap and securely knotted the excess lace to my stomach. Perfect.
Suddenly the rocking stopped, and a thud thumped the walls of the ship. The entire ship would've been in a wreck if it thumped any harder. We must have stopped; I heard a lot of commotion coming from the upper deck. I made for t
How to Write a Fight Scene (Guide)What this guide will cover:How to Write a Fight Scene (Guide)2 years ago in Writing More Like This
1) Introduction to this guide
2) What is a fight scene?
3) Why should you have them? Are they needed?
4) The ‘dos’ of a successful fight scene
5) The ‘don’ts’ of a poor fight scene
6) Extras and personal preferences
7) A good-bye and good luck!
Firstly and foremost(ly), I am, by no means, a professional of fight scenes. What this document, or this guide even, should employ is a step up to the dos and don’ts of a successful fight scene that I have learned over the years. You could say that this is me giving you what I know, which it is. Most likely, you already have some knowledge of how fight scenes work because you’ve read books. I’m hoping you have, dear god. Also, you have good grammar skills, or you know the basics at least. By the beard of Zeus and the limitless light of Helios, please tell me you do! You do, good, good. You wouldn’t be here else.
What is a fight
Being the Reader of Your Own StoryBeing the Reader of Your Own Story1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
“If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything.” ---- Win Borden
I’ve been wanting to touch up on this topic for quite some time and, as many times I’ve had brainwaves of it, I’ve never got around to doing it. It’s a fascinating topic—heck, it fascinates me. The title, too, should make this topic fascinating. A lot of fascination, I know. We are fanatics! The joys of fantastical fantasy—okay stopping.
As the title pompously denotes, I’ll be talking about ‘reading’ your own story… as you write it. But you’re sitting there, or standing, or hop-scotching and thinking ‘well, we read our stories anyway. It’s logic to look over it.’ Not in that sense, no. I’m talking about impromptu. You’re writing but you have no idea where it’s going and as you’re writing you’re reading it and as you
The Small Defiler (Short Story. Inspirational)The Small Defiler (Short Story. Inspirational)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Setting: Europa - Rising Sun Kingdom (New Released Quarter)
Year: 1009 (After the 5th war)
1st person view: Master Donimix
As every other day, I woke up in my bed to the singing of the spire chimes. "Another day at the New-Released Quarter!" I joyed, stretching my arms over the sheets and hauling myself towards my toes. Ameriyx woke up to my side, her eyes flaring out a subtle green and luscious dainty lips, gleaming a smile.
"Excited today?" She questioned to my side.
"Yeah," I said, swinging my legs out to the side, "Lord Satix is coming. We got a letter from him saying he is coming to visit us and the new-borne."
"Must be something special," She said getting out of bed with me, "Coming to bless the Quarter you think?" She asked rhetorically.
"Maybe-- He's probably just checking up on us." I guessed, fitting into my golden-blue uniform.
I stood, posing stern in the clear mirror and assorted my cuffs to make them more c
Nullification - Part 2It felt like my feet were cemented to the floor.Nullification - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn’t move. A second hand, even grimier than the first, reached over the edge of the corner. Then its besmirched head staggeringly revealed itself. Its jaw dangled freely and the insides of its mouth seemed charred. Two hoary eyes stared at the ground. Whether it stared with hatred, sadness or wonderment, I didn’t know. As the Defiler strenuously pulled itself from the wall, it lurched head-first to the floor. Its skull split. A line of dark red liquid spilled from its nose and branched out.
That was easier than expected. I lowered my wrench, feeling a wave of relief wash through me.
By now, someone would have come down and found us, but if a Defiler got down here, then I was on my own. Well I wasn’t. Those observers back in the controls’ room were still alive.
Slowly, I turned, my eyes fixed on the still body of the Defiler. Stretching over the discarded boxes and clothes on the floor, I made my way to the h
Cassandria the Assassin Part 1My body was losing a lot of blood. The white quilt that was loosely wrapped around my body was soaked in the scarlet liquid. I had a battle with my endurance; I tested how much a person needed before unconsciousness took over. My serrated wounds were crossed with black and blue blemishes, each one telling a short story of how they happened in almost an instant without mercy. I gritted my teeth and forcefully shook my head side to side, prolonging my knock out that should have been executed hours ago.Cassandria the Assassin Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seeking comfort, I brought my sore legs up to my stomach, curling myself into a frail cocoon position. The pain that existed through my veins never ceased; it felt like my blood was replaced with crippling poison. My heart thumped my chest, wanting and longing for a break from the mixture of lingering adrenaline and hatred. I felt broken, yet I resisted. The smell of iron loitered in my nostrils and a putrid taste of phlegm bleached my throat. Every night after training, I was expected to
Nullification - Part 3There must have been something I could have done.Nullification - Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I frantically rushed up to the control panel of the door and shot it a long, doubtful look. Locked, in red neon letter, covered the black input screen of the panel. The code was zero-zero-six-nine-one, I guessed from memory. Sometimes, when I got the slightest chance, I saw the guard and the observers punch in them numbers. An attempt was better than nothing. Swapping the wrench in my left hand, I pressed the big ‘zero’ button twice.
‘Error’ flickered on the input screen. “Access denied. Sector is currently on lock down. Please standby for sector administrator.” The mere words from the intercom struck me like a bludgeon to the temple. I glared down the panel with a mixture of fear and rage. There were two screws. One at the top and one at the bottom right of the panel. Two metal binders were on the left side. It can be opened, I figured. Maybe it could have been tampered with inside. I nee
Europa: How the first war started pt1Europa: How the first war started pt12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
***Copyright of Europa and Matsudaria***
Setting: Europa - Lunaris and Solaris Hierarchy
Year: 900 (A few days before the first war)
1st person view: Matriarch Pentadictux. The 1st hand of Khethix.
How calm. The Hierarchy. 'Would you give up everything to live in such a peaceful place?' That's what I was asked, and by the Abyss I don't regret it for a second. I stood proud with my hands cupped behind my back, tickling the acute point of my ebony sabre. I watched from the marble balcony as every knight below went about their daily life. Some ready for sleep; some ready for night duty and some ready for one last martial spar. It was a pleasant sight from up here; a white blanket went on for miles ahead across the mountainous range. I could never tire from its presence; every morning I am welcomed by it, and every night I am silenced by it. So subtle, yet so simple by its enrapturing colour. I stretched my arms to the boreal ledge o
Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.Interprequy - Dragon of Flesh2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.
Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes staring daggers and failure and hatred. To avoid your now blackened heart, they flee to purer air.
They leave you to rot.
To die on the ground.
As with each breath, the deathly herald draws closer. Its cold, intoxicating touch runs up your spine like fire licking string.
But, despite your black heart, you can grow your wings once more and heal. So wh
Using Colloquialisms: Are you down with it? Colloqualism: You down with it?Using Colloquialisms: Are you down with it?1 year ago in Deviant Events More Like This
A word or phrase that is not formal or literary and is used in ordinary or familiar conversation. synonyms: slang, idioms, patois, dialect.
Examples: whatcha, gotta, face on, ovver.
I’m sure you’ve had a good telling off by your teachers for using colloquial language inappropriately in your writing. I’ve had essays returned with the word “too informal” scrawled along the margin or a big red exclamation mark next to a certain word, who hasn’t? What just me? Oh right… my bad!
So WHY would we use colloquial language in our writing, after years of tackling the angry red pen?
I know we’re not supposed to judge a book by its over – or a person by their accent – but it happens. You can tell us a lot about a character by the kind of language they use. Are they all gangsta, dropping hooded verbs
Presentation Evening Award SpeechGood evening ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, lads and lasses, chaps and chapettes. To be truthfully honest, I didn’t intend on doing a speech tonight. But after intense interrogation from my parents on as to why I wasn’t going to do one, I thought ‘let’s do it’. And so after few dozen modifications, adverbs, adjectival phrases, superlatives, verbs, a few cups of tea and a barking dog, I think I have concocted the most greatest speech I have ever, single-handedly I might add, created – and here it is.Presentation Evening Award Speech1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
No, I’m joking.
No, I cast my mind back to when I first came here at this school. I didn’t come here in year 7. In fact I came here in year 9. 2009, actually, in April. The 12th. At 8 o’clock. Yes, it was an emotional time for me; I had to mark the time down.
When I came here, though, I felt like an ant amongst mountains. I felt like an outcast. But that feeling didn’t last long. This ant found frien
The Minecrafter's PrayerOur Programmer, who art above the maximum building height, Notch be thy name, thy cobblestone fortress come, thy code be executed on our computers as it is on yours.The Minecrafter's Prayer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give us today our daily bread made of three bushels of wheat in a horizontal line, and forgive us our griefing, as we forgive those who grief against us.
Lead us not into fatally deep mineshafts, and deliver us from creepers, for thine is the coding and the l33tness, for ever and ever.
Of Little GrimThere he stood hunchbacked, skinny, in fact bony if anything. He weighted an oversized clipboard in one set of phalanges, and a quill in the other, scribbling down gibberish and nonsensical circles and crosses on a three by three grid. He wore an ashen cloak; a baggy hood hauled over his blank eye sockets.Of Little Grim2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The most egotistic, if not most pompous and slightly comical, of his features was a huge badge pinned into the fabrics of his cloak. It proudly read, in bold letters, ‘LITTLE GRIM’.
His name reflected his weak stature. He was small, petite. A simple toss of a rock, or a pebble, would have placed him on his backside in seconds. In his mouth, where he bared his infamous gap-tooth, which was eye soaring, was a fat cigar. Despite it being unlit, the end smouldered a ribbon-like smoke. People had often wondered how such a cigar could seethe without a light. But after some intense musing, people had begun to suspect his incited anger which heated the cigar.
Little Grim had prob
Interprequy - One dayOne day, one night. Upon when the third eye noiselessly speaks, it alleviates our invisible barrier of inadequacy; the physical barrier of intolerance and the emotional barrier of conscious withdrawal.Interprequy - One day2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Upon when the invulnerable, indiscernible herald of one’s inner self bears witness to the cousins of inspiration, light shall spout. Whence darkness is but a pawn; whence light is but your stimulant, allow it to be your parallel’s fuel to drive a mighty sea of innovation through bodiless aspiration.
Upon when the unseen, the unthinkable, and the uncatchable sickness congregates at your feet, see to it with your cousins and emancipate their negative eye; stab their untouchable hearts with your renowned gift of limitless illumination.
One day they will repent; they will follow; to bathe in your soaring sea; to join your legion of light.
Upon when the mortal harbinger is wielding the smallest piece of darkness, be ready with your lines of solitude and light and cousins.
Introducing Prose BasicsOnce again, the Literature Community is taking over projecteducate and this time it's to work on our prose writing. What better way than to go back to basics, right?Introducing Prose Basics1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
What is prose?
Okay, maybe not that basic. Over the course of the week, we're going to be educating (or re-educating) you on the fundamentals of prose. Simple things that we overlook, but hear about constantly when receiving feedback and critique. You know, the flow of your story, crazy text walls, your dialogue and it's effectiveness, point of view and NOT switching it in the middle of the story, even how to start your story to have an effective hook and a bunch more but we don't want to give away all the surprises!
And since I don't have fancy schmancy GIFs to share :
I keep six honest serving men. (They taught me everything I know); Their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who. -Rudyard Kipling
How to Improve Your Writing StyleHow to Improve Your Writing Style2 years ago in Writing More Like This
While I’ve written articles about writing style in the past, they were designed mostly to define what style is and didn’t provide much help for improvement. This article contains some practical tips I’ve discovered that will actually help you improve your style and hopefully provide a foundation for why good style matters. I believe good style is important for many reasons, but mostly because I want my readers to feel like the time they spent with my story was worthwhile, pleasant, and maybe even a little enlightening.
“All readers come to fiction as willing accomplices to your lies. Such is the basic goodwill contract made the moment we pick up a work of fiction.” – Steve Almond
“Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.” – Kurt Vonnegut
1) Be clear.
“To be clear is the first duty of a writer; to charm and to please are graces to be acquired later
Cassandria the Assassin Part 2Awoken by the knocks at my door, I shot up out of my dream and back into my aching pain. My half open eyes came to the brass circular handle of the door, still rocking side to side. No voice came through, not even a sound and immediately I began to doubt my imagination. It must've been me. Rubbing my eyes, I slumped down to my pillow and tried to get some more sleep. The door knocked again with four consecutive taps, making a beat that was familiar. This time it wasn't my imagination. I called grumpily, "Hello?"Cassandria the Assassin Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's Gantis. I was just checking if you were awake."
"Well I am now." I said back and sighed into the pillow.
"Can I come in?" She asked, almost like it wasn't a matter of choice. I rolled my eyes and glared at the door handle, still waving side to side.
"Sure." I groaned and sat up with both arms straightened behind on the bed. The door slowly opened with Gantis slipping through. She wore her carmine-red robes, the waist lace fastened tightly and length reaching from neck to
Writing Lesson: Your Character's Parents While I am not a professional by any means, I have been writing for many years and, more recently, beta-reading as well. In all of my experience, I've noticed that a lot of to-be authors follow the easy trends and miss out on some great story telling opportunities. Hopefully this guide will help you improve your story and learn that the easy way out isn't always the best! If you would like more writing guides and tutorials, check out the description below.Writing Lesson: Your Character's Parents2 years ago in Writing More Like This
For this "Quick Tips" entry, I'm going to focus on an important part of back story: parents.
*Please note! I understand that, unfortunately, not everyone reading this has parents. If your parents have passed away or are otherwise absent, please forgive anything written here that might be considered upsetting. These scenarios are for fictional parents only and when I say "dead", I do not mean it to sound nearly as insensitive as it