Write Better: Read MoreWe didn't believe it, either, but you really can learn a lot from reading a book! If you've ever wanted some worthwhile advice from someone other than your high school English teacher, this is the place to look. The authors below are experts in their fields, well-respected and admired by accomplished writers from all over the world, and we're bringing you a list of their most prized and collectively-effective books. (Tried-and-tested by our worthy administrators, no less!)Write Better: Read More8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So what're you waiting for? Learn how to make every word count!
Reading Resource List for the Aspiring Writer
Writing Reminders: Tools, Tips, and Techniques (Jim Burke)
Writing Tools: 50 Essential Strategies for Every Writer (Roy Peter Clark)
Writing without Teachers (Peter Elbow)
Writing With Power: Techniques for Mastering the Writing Process (Peter Elbow)
ProloguePrologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The old man stumbled along the sidewalk. He was dressed in grey shall, and blended perfectly into the Tokyo smog. His soft shoes swished almost silently on the concrete while his walking staff met the ground with a distinct click. The sun was rising to noon and a group of school children played a game of hide-and-seek in a nearby playground. The old man sat calmly on a wooden bench, painted a deep green, the greenest thing in sight. He reached into the weathered pocket of his linen pants and withdrew a handful of breadcrumbs, and began to scatter them amongst a flock of pigeons cooing and fluttering on the blacktop.
A child ran by, inadvertently frightening the group of birds. The old man sighed and dropped the rest of crumbs onto the ground. Realizing what he had done, the child apologized, stuttering in a thick American accent, "Su sumimasenga."
The old man chuckled warmly, "Your Japanese needs work."
Showing, Part OneShowing, Part One11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
If you've ever taken a class in creative writing, you've no doubt heard the teacher repeat the phrase, "Show, don't tell" over and over again. While there are few hardest rules in creative writing, this persistent little mantra might be the ultimate. Teachers and writers who write about writing spout it out all the time, but what does it mean anyway? After, isn't all writing really "telling" on some level?
It's best to view "showing" not as a single technique, but a summation of the most effective writing techniques. If we know anything about poetry, it's that the best poetry usually conjures specific and concrete images. Beyond language itself, images are the meat and bones of poetry. So goes most of prose as well. The prose writer has the added duty of creating situations and characters that seem real and believable.
Showing invites the reader into the world of out poem and story. If the reader can see, smell, taste, and feel the world through our writing, the reader is more
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
Automne EDITJ'ai des collants opaques et une jupe plissée de malice.Automne EDIT6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
J'égraine le temps comme j'inonde le monde
de feuilles mortes et de routes qui glissent.
Je saute dans les flaques pour faire s'enfuir
les oiseaux et prévenir de mon arrivée.
Je peints ma vie en nuances de gris.
Douce et câline je m'enroule dans une couette de nuages.
Je fais scintiller le ciel par les millions d'éclairs que j'ai dans les yeux.
J'aime me draper dans les odeurs de la terre fumante
Et hanter la nature de mes brumes Mystérieuses.
J'engourdis l'elliptique de mon passage jusqu'à l'hypnose hivernale.
Luthe, The Dimensional BIOLuthe, The Dimensional BIO1 year ago in Settings More Like This
(See my DA profile for more information on my Mythos/Creations/Stories.)
Luthe, The Dimensional.
Ability: Luthe, just might be the top tier of potency among the creatures. His ability, so diverse and wide spread in in in its variety, might be what forfeits a numerous existence of my fictional infinity. His abilities is merely the transportation of extreme proportions. He can traverse dimensions, universe(s) even material as need be. Luthe, with this ability can traverse cognitively into other beings, through himself, and anything the imagination with his ascended ability can conjure. Example: If Luthe needs so he can traverse his cognitive-constructive essence known as consciousness into another being, material or construct itself. Along with this, it can move itself (and others) through dimension(s) itself! As widespread as this ability is, the conflicting powers of it are enormous. Luthe, if a single mistake is made then the 'immor
The Magical Warriors Chapter 3: The BetrayalThe monsters’ element of surprise was gone, with the sounding of the alarm. The Warriors scrambled to face the monsters, hearing a few of their own already locked in battle. Battle cries, roars and screeches filled the air. Syndela, Serra and Sanja dove head first into the battle. Wolffe, having succeed in sounding the alarm, returned to find Guinevive. As she returned, Guinevive killed the adjule.The Magical Warriors Chapter 3: The Betrayal2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Are you alright? Wolffe asked.
I’m good. The others are engaging in the monsters from the sound of it. Get down! Wolffe dropped as Guinevive shot a bolt of crystal at a serpent like monster. The monster dodged and leapt at her. Wolffe countered with her own blast of fire from one of her heads and the monster again dodged. Guinevive took a breath to attack again with her crystal, the monster suddenly burst into flames. Leo spun his staff around, his stance now a defensive one.
Thanks, Leo. Guinevive said. I owe you one.
“Anytime, Guine. Let’
Of solace sleeping in today was the essence,Of solace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking up the process of becoming singular
I want to end it
but I can't stop associating you with these images
: a season being flung onto the ocean, making a mess of color
there's an insect caught in my poetry,
trying to mend its broken wing
L'arme a L'oeilSurpris à l'envers d'un regardL'arme a L'oeil6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A l'ombre de ce que l'on ne voit pas
Le flot soudain surgit de nulle part
par une larme qui lui échappa
Et elle hurle et elle court
façonnant ses rivages d'eau salée
Et elle jure sous sa houle
implorant de ne la dévisager.
C'est à l'orée du visage
s'accrochant à la falaise,
que la lumière comme un présage
la libéra de son malaise
Two Faced KnightI'm not brave or courageous, but i'm charming and contagious.Two Faced Knight2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All the ladies far and wide will agree.
I know, I look like a pirate, but trust me i'm no tyrant,
cauase everyone around falls in love with me.
I'm a knight in shinning armor, but i'd rather hide and cower,
from the dragons fire, i'd rather run and flee.
But, i'm a man of my honor, even though it's the last hour,
I was born on the code of chivalry.
I sail, golden seas,
on a hunt for keys.
Cause no un-locked box gives you gems for free.
I don't call it greed,
I call it mouths to feed,
i'm not sorry if my sharpened tongue made you bleed.
how I get what I need,
before you know it's stolen, I've fled the scene.
But i'm bound by creed, to do what ever you need.
Just call me your treasure huntin goodie-two-shoed theif.
I shattered many hearts, and my blood ran grey.
I became the hoarding dragon Iv'e came to slay.
Just like the wing I wish I could change my ways.
More treasure to claim,
mortal debts to
Piano PlayingI am a pianistPiano Playing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you are my piano, dear.
I play minuets along your ribcage,
Write love songs on your arms,
And press your vertebrae like keys
To let soft chords fill the empty space.
Your hairs are the resounding strings,
Your lips are polished brass pedals
That make everything loud and soft at the same time.
Kissing you makes the whole world shift up an octave.
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear
So let's write a duet in the dark.
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
The Magical Warriors Chapter 1: The Warriors' RiseSince the dawning of time, the world has needed heroes. The people were suppressed by monsters whose only desire was to kill and destroy. Led by the lizard like Gorgon, the monsters brought death and destruction to all they cam across. The people cried out for someone, anyone to save them. But no one had both the bravery and the skill to survive an encounter with any of the monsters. Anyone who was brave enough to stand against them fell, dying horrible and painful deaths. Until Aquarius arose. Imbued with powerful magic of Water, Fire and Earth, he defeated the lesser monsters easily. But he knew he could not keep fighting alone. And he could not hope to face the more powerful monsters and survive, despite his skill with the sword and shield and magic. Thus he searched the lands and recruited anyone with the smallest hint of magic. Aquarius’ warriors became known as the Magical Warriors, as each one could control the elements. Each Warrior was trained in their element, the moreThe Magical Warriors Chapter 1: The Warriors' Rise3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fairy TaleThere was a time when I saw dragons sleeping under the hills,Fairy Tale7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pushing up the rolling grass with their gently curving spines.
There was a time when the best climbing rocks were castles,
Crowned with towers and archers and with treasure rooms beneath.
There was a time when playground chalk drawings came alive,
Like tusked demon-gods doing battle on painted temple walls.
That was long ago. History lessons, daily troubles, the concept of 'myth',
All conspired to make the dream fade - though I still remember.
Nor would I ever want to forget. It comes in little flashes,
In a shining embroidered feather pattern, in a ritual Chinese dance.
Where does it begin? Where does it end? That strange process
Between earth and heaven, fancy and miracle, that births sacred monsters?
Somewhere on the wind, the faint sound of fairy pipes is calling.
Somewhere in the clouds, a gleaming ribbon with claws and whiskers flies.
I still believe. I wait for the time when my eyes will opened again,
And the veil bet
friends?I pride on my heart in likeness of a lionfriends?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Strive , and I mean to survive,
Tarot eyes and open arms lyin'!
promises attracting, but gifts deceiving!
Pretty eyes and kind caring words?
Live for feeling, always needing!
My love for them a statue beneath birds.
Is anyone forever? Should I surrender?
My heart wanders on weaker then before.
Anyone tell me what love is good for?
The Magical Warriors Chapter 2: InfiltrationWhen the rescue party returned with Aquarius, he was immediately ushered into the healing rooms. Now all they could do was wait and see if they had arrived in time He’d been badly injured and weak. Word slowly reached the rest of the Warriors and they began to trickle into the common room. Most everyone was in their humanoid forms, with the exception of Iris, who was weaving around in her ferret form and pestering random Warriors in an attempt to lighten the mood and shift everyone‘s minds away from the state their leader was in. Most just either ignored her or brushed her away. Until she jumped into Sena’s hair. The Shadow Hunter jumped up and gave chase.The Magical Warriors Chapter 2: Infiltration3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You little twerp!” Iris took off and soon the entire common room was in an uproar. The chaos is what Guinevive and Leo walked into, the last of the Warriors to join the others in the common room. The fire wizard stepped farther into the room, an amused look on his face. The water elf only shook her head
(needs title)Your arms stretch far and move galaxies(needs title)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you hold me ....I am less then these
your eyes see very far each and every star
but you take the time to watch over my heart
your words are shocking and mind shaking
but you delicately continue beckoning
Haiku EditL'amour c'est comme une cuillère et un caféHaiku Edit6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
On tourne d'abord autour du pot
On mélange amertume et sucré
On y dissous nos égos
et on en reverse à côté.
Blood That Binds: Part 13, Bound Through BloodI could never imagine a dream world feeling so real. Rather than seeing a foggy, blurry, washed-out world like I'd expect, there are the vivid colors, warm heat from the weather, and the musty scent from the forest. The only clue that I have about my dream's validity is that one minute I'm kissing my lover and the next standing in a patch of garden in a white dress, although I seem to be able to recall the events between, including the excitement when I went to sleep last night.Blood That Binds: Part 13, Bound Through Blood2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Apparently my wedding…our wedding, is to be held in the forest at night under a full set of stars. Somehow it seems too perfect, but perhaps Vicente's access to my mind gives him knowledge of the hopes and dreams I've kept locked away for so many years. After all, every little girl dreams about her wedding.
Not many little girls marry vampires though, I add to myself silently.
I stand in a garden of brightly colorful flowers away from where the wedding is to be held while my mother fusses over m
Loving a WriterWhen you read their work –Loving a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it is work,
and you will often come second to the job –
it’s best to know which pieces are fictions,
which ones are wishes,
and which parts are for you.
The List, 201-300201. The power of Akatosh does not compel me, nor anyone else for that matter.The List, 201-3006 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
202. Not allowed to go door-to-door as a "Sheogorath's Witness."
203. Not allowed to go bandit-hunting solely because their armor is, and I quote, "Shiny!"
204. Should not think too hard about why ancient, unexplored Ayleid ruins contain caches of septims.
205. The ability to control the weather in the Shivering Isles does not make me Storm, and neither does the silver bodysuit I made Haskill fetch for me.
206. Not allowed to go chapel-climbing while wearing my Shrouded Armor.
207. Not allowed to go chapel-climbing in the Crusader's Relics.
208. Not allowed to go chapel-climbing, period.
209. At the end of the Fighters Guild questline, I am not to announce, "All your base are belong to us" even if it is technically true.
210. Cannot test to see if I actually can hit the broad side of a barn with my spells, and I will be paying for that.
211. Not allowed to bounce people off of the wall a couple of tim
speleo-cerebralJe foule du pied l'immensité féconde de mon cerveau.speleo-cerebral6 years ago in Other More Like This
Aride et vide, s'étale devant moi le désert de la création.
Des souvenirs par milliards, en grains de sable tapissent l'espace sans eau,
Et s'envolent, tels une galaxie, jusqu'à brouiller les sensors de ma vision.
Aride et Vide, s'étale devant moi le désert de la création.
L'atmosphère y est jaune, et... kaki. Au loin une ombre, la mienne, médite;
Et s'envole, telle une galaxie, jusqu'à brouiller les sensors de ma vision.
La diversité étend l'angle de mon âme, et ouvre les portes de mes contrées interdites.
L'atmosphère y est jaune, et... kaki. Au loin une ombre, la mienne, médite;
posée au centre d'un amas d'idées informes séchant sur les câbles de mes axones
La diversité étend l'angle de mon âme, et ouvre les portes de mes contrées interdites.
Dans cette nébuleuse d'idées s'étirent à
Skeleton Sword UserA life was livedSkeleton Sword User8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A life was stolen
Betrayal runs deep.
Darkness. Still and sweet darkness.
There was no past. There was no present. Future? Perhaps.
The coppery taste of blood. Whose did not matter.
Life goes on, it grows on.
The earth feeds.
A skeletal hand plunges through layers of soil the arm is soon to follow.
Dirt tearing nails from dangling flesh, flesh falling soon after.
The abrasive soil claiming what is hers to keep. Sharing in kind.
The slow path to immortality.
Lo stands a figure, sans the man.
Life in death entwined.
Time passes. Life goes on. If not the life of the man.