Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.
Republican and ProudYeah I'm a republican,Republican and Proud8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't like war.
Sure I'm a conservative,
But who's keeping score?
I support gay marriage,
And I'm also pro choice,
The media lies about us,
But don't we have a voice?
I'll respect your opinion,
If you respect mine.
Im tired of getting flamed all the time!
Dont hate me because Im for McCain,
Dont tell me Im living without a brain.
Im a republican, elephant, conservative,
and it might suprise you to know that
6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point (Call to Action)6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 3 “The First Turning Point”
With Links to Supplementary Material
We have finally arrived to the last part of Act I in your story, when your Protagonist-driven story will really take off. The First Turning point, also called the “Call to Action” or the “Minor Inciting Incident,” can be thought of as a tremor event after the earthquake, (Inciting Incident) that disrupted the balance that was your protagonist's life. Only this time, it will drive your protagonist to specific action.
Step 1: Connect some dots between your planned
10 Tips for Writing Fantasy10 Tips for Writing Fantasy10 Tips for Writing Fantasy7 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 1 “Genres” – Section 2 “Fantasy”
With Links to Supplementary Material
As you might have noticed from the Outline, my section on Story Genres is rather bare. And so during the following few weeks, I will be remedying that—starting with fantasy. I have written quite a bit of fantasy—especially mixed within other genres. But more than that, I have read both excellent and profoundly horrible examples of fantasy. Today, I'm going to talk about some of the major elements that make them so. If you don't write fantasy, I still advise reading because many of these topics expand across and array of genres—a
Skyview Drive: An Epic TaleIn my three weeks young age, when I was still a tender and moralistic soul, my driving instructor asked me to do something. It is something I have regretted ever since. To recount the events of that day.Skyview Drive: An Epic Tale7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Well, if you should feel like it, we could perhaps go up Skyview Drive."
He said little more on the matter and remained gravely silent, as I, a terrified but tender youth at the age of 17 unsteadily drove towards what I did not realize would be one of the single most terrifying experiences of our lives. As a result I have lost my tender young self, trading it in for a for more sarcastic and unruly youth.
With cliffs at either side and death clearly waiting to make a quick meal of another idiot who decided to drive along Skyview drive. I realized suddenly I was the idiot he had been waiting for. This of course was unacceptable and my brainwaves went through a few little odd hiccups.
The first change came when a woman walked towards me, I, who was still driving the car that was teeterin
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.
REWRITE Tale of Origin Chp9-A Week to RememberREWRITE Tale of Origin Chp9-A Week to Remember4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Tales of Origin
By Arecus. Conberma
Chapter 9: A Week to Remember
*note: underlined words are Sapphire's signing. Italic words are her and other people/characters' thoughts*
--In Sapphire's Room--
“Lesson #4: be observant,” Sand said from the top of her bureau as Sapphire braided the quills on the right side of her face. “You have to slow down, take a deep breath, and watch what everyone else does first. Everybody you meet knows you don't belong, and if you keep acting too Atlantian somebody is going to notice. For example, that bow you gave the queen yesterday could have sealed your fate. It's a good thing she's done her best to forget everything about merfolk or else you would have been thrown in the dungeon.”
Sapphire's and her reflection's eyes popped wide in shock and she covered her mouth. 'Oh no! I didn't even think of that. If Queen Athena finds out what I am...will she have me executed?'
One finger slid along he
Black Waltz In Cut-TimeBlack Waltz In Cut-TimeBlack Waltz In Cut-Time12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I never thought much of philosophy at first. Do as you are told, fufil your duty. No arugement.
There were my associates, three chosen out of the mindless mass of mages to be improved. Made better for the general's top minions. The first failed in his quest, slain quickly by that young twit of a blonde. The second, much like myself, was haughty, proud that he would succeed. But he didn't. Slain just as easily as the first, only by four of the princess's little entourage. I held no remorse for the two before me. Only disgust that neither could get the job done. And then I was sent with the queen's little joker minions to stop the princess. She would not come willingly. And her friends would not let her go willingly.
And then I laid eyes on the little one the spies had heard about. He was short, a runty little black mage. The same amber eyes, black face, pointy hat as any of the others. He was a child. And he was a member of a large class of mages like him. The pr
Coffins.His hands build coffins,Coffins.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
built up from blood and reflections of his own regrets;
pinning people inside and making them see
His loss and His agony in a twisted attempt
at building a bridge of familiarity because they deserve it.
They, the ones that looped rope around his neck unintentionally.
They, the ones who exists and dare to be happier than He;
They who meld into Us, crumbling down until there's only Me.
And I'm sorry, dear, I really am.
Nail down the lid and drown me in dirt.
Hidden TruthThe hidden truth from our public is that there are those who suffer from the procedures from the so-called "Planned Parenting". People make excuses that abortion is there to save women's lives and undo pregnancies done from rape when most of the pregnancies don't even occur in these areas. Abortionists like the Scum, Kermit Gosnell, have been considered champions of women's rights and have killed teenage girls and women in the process of aborting millions. It may seem like most women survive but the truth of the matter is there are no survivors. Because of these people who have the nerve to call themselves people and yet produce a program that turns our some of our surgeons into psychopaths, many woman suffer from regret because of what they have done and some of the fathers are left broken hearted. The sorrow they go through is a situation in which death is preferable to life.Hidden Truth2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Others who do not suffer from regret of what they have done are practically dead inside since they don't know