Ejemplo - Hacer un guionHacer un guiónEjemplo - Hacer un guion2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tan simple como eso, La idea de lo que quieres hacer.
Un chico que sufre alucinaciones y como una de ellas insiste en visitarle.
La idea completa:
Aquí especificas personajes, apariencia, actos y la trama. Como está es una idea simple, no tiene muchos detalles.
Un chico está en su habitación tapado con su manta. Es muy nervioso y se nota que es un hikikomori, se abre la puerta y mira asustado, por ella entra una bestia terrorífica, no es la primera vez que sucede, por lo cual a pesar de que el chico está muy nervioso, no grita, pero no aparta la mirada del intruso.
La bestia se sienta en frente del chico y le conversa, el chico no dice nada, la bestia intenta sacar al chico de su habitación pero no tiene resultados. La bestia suspira.
Se despide cordialmente y se va.
Al cerrarse la puerta, la bestia es
Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 6Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was brought to silence at his words as sudden realization overtook me. I closed my eyes as his words sunk deep into the crevices of my mind, their true intention winding through me, unforgiving.
He meant to use me. For what purpose, I knew not. I was left with nothing- no understanding- and yet, it was clear to me that he meant to use me with the knowledge that I might not return with the breath of life still frequent upon my lips. But I was allowed a choice, was I not? I was allowed some will in my own actions, some rabbit hole in which to escape. My purpose lay upon my ability to trust him with my life- my ability to unhand my own soul and place it within his grasp. Had I the heart to do so?
Most certainly not.
No celestial power, no power of will might provide me the strength required to trust the God of Chaos with my own life.
"Ah. You do not trust the one who saved you." A voice interjected. "I had not thought any different."
I lifted my gaze to meet his, the fire of unanswered
How's Your Fandom? (Quiz)How good (or bad) are some of your Fan-Fictions? Let's take a look!How's Your Fandom? (Quiz)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If an item on this list can be said about at least ONE of your deviations, add or subtract a point for yourself accordingly. If the item can be said about five or more of your deviations, give (or take away) five points.
At the end of the list, add up your points and see what you've won! (And here's a hint: lower scores are better…)
*Note: "Canon" refers to Fan-Fictions that are entirely congruent with the original series that they are based off of, meaning that they could easily be published as continuations of those stories. This means that the fan-fictions could qualify as deleted scenes, flashbacks, prologues, epilogues, or sequels that in no way alter the original plot as it was.
…has any of the following words (or their synonyms) in the title: Shadow, Darkness, Black, Death, Wings, Rise, Life, Love, Truth, Blood, Always, Never, Believe, Beautiful, Imag
Home . . . . .Home . . .Home . . . . .3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Where is home ? . . .
That room they stick me in ? . . .
I don't like my home . . .
Bad things happen in there . . .
What is a homely felling ? . . .
Mine . . is . . . Terror . . . . . .
The SicknessIt affects everyoneThe Sickness3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Even if it doesn't feel like so
It's there !
Waiting . . . . Watching
Hunting you down , and attacking you when you least expect it . . . .
It's love . . . .
The most dangerous virus of them al . . . .
I'm tired of it AllI'm tired of being know asI'm tired of it All2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the person with "problems"
I'm tired of being known as
the person with "disabilities"
I'm tired of being a mistake to this world
An unworthy failure in this life
Just because I have these problems
and not many understand them...
I'm tired of being judged
because they don't fully know me
To deal with this pain
and faking it all day long
I'm tired of putting a mask on
I just want to scream to the world
and tell everybody how I truly feel....
I'm tired of living a lie in my life
To pretend that everything is alright
while deep down
I am dying
I'm just tired of dealing with everything
Pretending to have this smile
to not feel the pain
That I truly feel deep down...
Letter I: The other half.To my supposed half:Letter I: The other half.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You were my everything. My other half. The light in my day. Two made one. So, I had thought.
You didn't just break my heart. You ripped it out, still beating, and threw it into the ground. You spit on it. You stepped on it, over and over, until it burst into millions and millions of little pieces.
I was happy for you. Even with your new fire, it would never blaze as greatly as my own. Still you did not give the slightest of damn. I was left staring at the water, wondering who it was, who was truly looking back.
I can no longer fret. You earned your place out of my sight. Dare not to look at me, because I will simply walk further away. My place isn't here, it is far away from this ragged building.
I will continue to sit here, until I have picked up the pieces of my bleeding heart.
Your unwilling writer
radio silence--i.radio silence--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can fly me to the moon and back, if you'd like,
just to show me the view,
but it's really much too cliche
and i'd rather have milkshakes when the stars come out
in an old diner with pink plastic booths and a worn-out jukebox
and think about maybe going out to dance
in the middle of the deserted street
but i want the option of deciding not to move,
of deciding to curl into your shoulder,
the feeling of safe that lingers in your musky-soft scent
guiding me to sleep.
and options always change, but
you'll be right beside me,
smiling at my crazy impulsiveness in a way that says
you wouldn't want to be beside anyone else.
maybe you'd like me to sum myself up in a word:
are you happy now?
i hope so;
you've just lifted me into the most beautiful hug
and spun me around until the world is nothing but a kaleidoscope-blur
and we're all we can see.
i have sun dried tomatoes and questions,
but the latter doesn't matter much;
it's quiet in the lo
Strawberries in the WinterMy momma once said that it was impossible-Strawberries in the Winter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That trying to grow strawberries
In a room that murdered light
Was like telling a girl to live without love
Or demanding a fish to breathe midair.
Still, a week later
A pot of dirt found its home
On a desk in that room,
Daring to flirt with the color green.
Everyday a lamp was hit,
Life support was turned on,
And Thoreau was born to fight.
I told myself,
No more would the fat guy need surgery
Just to blend into an ocean of hypocrites
That would tide in and out of his “in security”.
No more would the nerd girl
Need tights that cut her once living legs
Because the boy she’s been watching
Only likes ladies that cost him a dollar,
Possibly fifty cents more
For something he can tell his friends.
No more would the emo boy
Take out wet stained knives
Because people don’t understand that once
A loved one has their face smashed
-Broken against a pavement-
It’s a little bit harder to feel your heart
And all you want is a si
Conlanging: A How-ToAre you the sort of person who looks at Elvish script and realizes with excitement that those gorgeous squiggles actually mean something? When watching Avatar, did you find yourself trying to work out certain Na’vi words? Have you ever wished you could make up your own language, whether as something to share with your friends when you were young, or else a deeper element to flesh out your personal universe? If so, you’re damn weird. But you’re also lucky, because this article for the layman is going to make your linguistic dreams a reality.Conlanging: A How-To2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We’re going to talk about language. More specifically, we’re going to talk about what happens when we take language apart into its little recognizable pieces, because it’s from these pieces of real, natural languages that we build our constructed languages, or conlangs. Essentially, you’re going to get a crash-cours
this is not a poem--sometimes i lie awake at nightthis is not a poem--3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stare past my empty twilight ceiling so laced with stars
pause my ongoing sentence in a sharp intake of breath,
and there is nothing in me.
these sharply focused constellations twinkle and spin frozen
on the tips of my miniscule, chipped green fingernails,
and i hold the universe with the thought that there
is no part for me in it.
in the whisper of writing is a moment
(are you going to take it back, hold your perpetual breath
or exhale the truth in a quick, calamitous burst)
where anything is possible.
you can write yourself into existence or out of it,
dress yourself in the adjectives of vanity
or strip yourself bare.
if you have a soul,
choose how to present it
and if the audience believes you, they will weep during the encore.
but this, these words
are not meant for finding.
i am a poet or i am a martyr,
i am a masochist or i am a saint,
i am a girl or i am a boy or i am neither and what can you do about it?
i am everything,
i am nothing
to save you--i.to save you--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is nothing poetic about you.
there are no pauses between your words,
there are no stars lighting up your eyes,
there are no smiles that mean anything to you,
not when you're holding on
instead of letting go.
and yet, if you're so broken,
so ready to drown,
so ready for the way out,
any way out,
how is it that i can hold your face in my hands,
look into your tired eyes and read your soul in
three and a half million words,
you think you're tough?
you think you're strong?
you think you're cold and empty and lonely and done?
and you think you're fooling me with your beautiful words,
your gracefully spun metaphors?
not a chance.
you may not think anyone sees you.
not the sun,
[all it does is shine when you're a thunderstorm begging to explode]
not the stars,
[all they do is dance when you're too tired to take another step]
not the eyes of those you love the most,
[all they do is see what they wa
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
A word about haiku - MS JamesA word about haiku - by Michael JamesA word about haiku - MS James8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I believe there are a few basic precepts about haiku that are largely overlooked, or just flat out just not taught in most basic literary (poetic) courses. Everyone seems to know that a haiku is supposed to be written in the structure of 5-7-5 syllables per line respectively, but there is much more going on than just a simple syllable constraint. I shall attempt to give a brief overview of the main points about haiku.
First off, the 5-7-5 syllable structure most often cited as being the sole 'structural rule' of haiku is based on the original Japanese constraint. However, the Japanese language and more specifically their word structure differ from English in a critical way when it comes to the definition of this structure. In the Japanese language, each sound unit is called an onji as opposed to our syllable. This unit of measure for a word is considerable more concise than what we use to define a syllable (typically only
things i cannot doi cannot sleepthings i cannot do1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
almost a fairy tale--and they lived happily ever after,almost a fairy tale--3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he was a grocery store clerk and she was a generous tipper,
he double knotted his laces and she rolled her hair up in curlers before bed,
he ordered his toast dry, butter on the side, and she never ordered toast at all.
too many carbs.
it wasn't romantic.
he spent his afternoons browsing the dusty shelves of used-book stores;
she spent her afternoons with two shopping bags on each arm
and heels marching indents into the pavement.
it wasn't romantic, and it only lasted a second.
she cast wistful gazes down from the rooftop gardens,
he cast exhausted eyes at the city skyline above,
counting quarters for the subway fare home.
their eyes met once, marble green and caramel cream,
but in retrospect she can't say she remembers him at all.
he fell in love, and she fell in love with love.
it was at the beach, sand clinging to his knee as he asked,
and she said yes. tiny diamonds glittering on her ring finger.
she sang her vows and
I was taught right from wrong I was taught right from wrongI was taught right from wrong 2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being surrounded with people
I was taught to be perfect
By those that wanted to see me fail
I was taught to be loyal
By everyone that ever walked out of my life
I was taught to make people happy
By everyone who ever made me miserable
I was taught to control my temper
By those with explosive tempers
I was taught to take care of myself
By those who tried to kill me
I was taug
100 Theme Challenge - 11. Memory100 Theme Challenge>100 Theme Challenge - 11. Memory2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Do you see anything, Raph?” Leo asked.
Raph held the T-phone close to his head to keep the sound of his brother’s voice muffled. “Nothing. The window we came through was crusted over with paint and we had to force it open. It’s pitch black in here and full of dirt. We can hear some faint noises coming from below us though, so I guess the action’s all on the first floor.”
“This is odd and I don’t like it,” Leo said quietly. “There’s always an obvious sign that the Kraang have been somewhere, even if it’s just the mess they leave behind.”
“Maybe whatever they’re doing don’t require the top floor,” Casey said, his ear practically stuck to Raph’s head so he could hear what was being said.
“It’s possible their activities are limited to the bottom part of the building,” Leo said musingly
and nothing will be perfect--don't pick that up, she snaps,and nothing will be perfect--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're going to be late.
a yank of the wrist:
untied shoelaces, sticky hands, chubby cheeks
stumble, struggle to catch up
come on come on come on hurry
it was pretty. he whispers.
a single sunflower:
wilted petals, scratchy leaves, dying face
turned toward the sun
searching searching searching for light
don't you know?
is no home for a flower
is not a race.
don't you know?
the most beautiful things in this world are the broken.
100 Theme Challenge - 15. Silence100 Theme Challenge100 Theme Challenge - 15. Silence1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Don sat in his lab surrounded by complete silence.
On a makeshift bed in one corner of the lab, Casey rested comfortably. The decision to move him had been partly Casey’s; he didn’t want the ‘grown-ups’ as he called Master Splinter and Mister O’Neil to know just yet that he’d gotten hurt.
The fact that he couldn’t leave the lair without any clothes was another part of the reason he was sleeping in the turtle’s home. He didn’t have clothes because Don refused to let him put them back on.
With Leo’s assistance, Don had extracted a small fragment of metal from Casey’s thigh, afterwards cleaning and stitching the skin. It was his first real practical experience as a medic for a human and Don was so excited for the opportunity that he forgot to be nervous.
During the entire procedure, Casey had never taken his eyes off of Don. Other than a quick intake of breath during a couple of the mo
100 Theme Challenge - 26. Tears100 Theme Challenge100 Theme Challenge - 26. Tears1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Despite the noise made by the heavy downpour, Don heard one of the Kraang say, “Kraang’s instructions are that Kraang must not destroy the turtle named Donatello who is the turtle that Kraang must not destroy.”
“Kraang may destroy the other turtle that is not the turtle that Kraang must not destroy,” said another of the Kraang bots.
“It looks like watching my shell is going to involve you losing yours,” Don said to his brother.
“Hey, at least now we have proof they really are after you,” Raph told him.
“Thanks,” Don said sarcastically, “that makes me feel so much better.”
“Off the walls?” Raph asked.
“Count of three,” Don replied. “One, two, three!”
As soon as the last word left Don’s mouth, the brothers separated, running directly towards the bricks walls of the buildings in front of them. Upon reaching the wall, Don used h
Slumber's Torture: C3: Sea of EmotionsSlumber's Torture: C3: Sea of Emotions2 years ago in Horror More Like This
“Where am I?” Donnie repeated. “Where’s the real me? The me from here?” His voice grew louder, and he glanced back and forth between his brothers, although Leo couldn’t see him doing so. He no doubt sensed it, but he, nor any of their brothers, spoke a word. “Please,” He pleaded. “I have to know.”
It was Mikey who finally broke the silence. “No, you don’t bro,” His tone was laced with an amalgam of regret, sorrow, and oddly enough, fear. “Donnie,” He sighed. “Just don’t go there.”
“Why shouldn’t he?” Raph huffed, getting up from his leaning position on the wall. “He has the right to know,” Looking at Donnie, he sighed. Crossing his arms, and keeping them close to his chest, he exhaled deeply. “It’s all my fault...”
“Raphael!” Leo scowled. “What do you think you are doing?” Donnie could feel
Donnie and Leatherhead - Your FaceThe four brothers were saying goodbye to Leatherhead for the moment. They were about ready to head home and plan out how they were going to retrieve the power cell Leatherhead had so painstakingly stolen. In the back of their minds they all felt guilty. They all also hid it very well. It was only Donnie who appeared openly disheartened.Donnie and Leatherhead - Your Face2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leatherhead noticed. He watched the tall turtle carefully.
Each turtle jumped into the water one after the other to return home. Leo as the leader was first, then Raph, next Mikey, and last Donnie. Donnie however hesitated. He looked back at Leatherhead fleetingly, hoping the large intimidating creature wouldn’t notice.
Leatherhead did. “Donatello.” His voice boomed.
Donatello instinctively cringed. He sucked his head almost into his shell and bit his lip. He had already been trained to fear everything about the alligator. “I-I have to go. I h-have to invent something. T-To…get the power cell…f-for you!”