The Cure for Writers Block Breaking Out Of Writer's BlockThe Cure for Writers Block6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
By Apryl Duncan
You stare at the blank page. The white of the page embeds itself in your brain, resulting in your mind going blank.
Breaking out of the block doesn't have to be a mind-boggling challenge, though. Explore the causes and the cure and you'll be writing again in no time.
If you've decided that you're going to write from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. every single day - no matter what - then you're probably pushing yourself too hard.
Your writing will become dull and drab. The natural flow you once knew will temporarily escape to Writer's Block Island with the rest of your writing talents.
We all know how stress can affect your mood. But stress can also affect your writing.
For instance, say all you wanted to do was come home from
Tomb Raider - SurvivorJust a girl...Tomb Raider - Survivor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once a student
deserted. On my own
among the unknown.
my life is torn
I am scared
I am not prepared.
Signs "be bewared"
I am warned
How will I survive?
At the end of this nightmare
will I still be alive?
I know this is the place where...
I shall not be mourned.
I am just a girl
Just me, a castaway
hoping to last day by day
To get out, only one-way
This life is torn.
A survivor is born.
The AbusedTheir EyesThe Abused3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have many stories hidden behind them
They stare at you blankly
Sadness and pain buried deep within
But you won't catch a tear shed from them
Their hands and feet
Brutally beaten, trashed, slashed, and stepped upon
By the ones who cruelly made them victimized
Forced to live fearing for their lives
Yet they refuse to break and continue to survive
Forever scarred from being completely broken to pieces
From the tortures of abuse for the many years
Not knowing who to trust
Though they continue to stay strong
Images carved deep inside them
Of everlasting turmoil
Confused on what they did wrong
Yet still able to live life like nothing is wrong
Is Incomparable to anything on this earth
As they fight to survive for those who have been silenced
By the deeds of the criminal minded abuser
And will together have the courage to break past the chains of evil
Together they stand
Hand in hand
Refusing to be de
Last KissI see the fear inside your eyesLast Kiss2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you fall into my arms.
You look up to the skies
Hurting from your harms.
My tears drip on your cheek
As your blood pours from your chest.
I will try not to shriek,
I will try to do my best.
Our lips softly meet,
It's our first kiss.
You taste so sweet,
But why will it end like this?
There you lay,
And now I pray,
I pray somehow.
Now you are gone,
Gone from this earth.
As dusk turns into dawn,
Life begins to lose it's worth.
Without you my love,
Life is worth nothing to me.
A Soldier's LoveThey told her to refuse. To never give in. Nothing good can come of him. From him. All she'll receive is pain and anguish and suffering. Her joy would only be momentary. It wouldn't last long.A Soldier's Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing good would come marrying a soldier.
But how? How could she? She knew what she felt. Even now.
An eternal vow.
And as she stood upon his grave, the words, those blade-sharp words echoed through her mind. It came with the emptiness. And along them, the memories as well. Both happy and sad.
Unwillingly, almost automatically, she thought back to the beginning of their love. His persistence to win her over, to claim her as his own. How others would penetrate her mind about promises of death, of pain and of being left alone.
She remembered her confusion amidst her joy of his company. How she fought with her own happiness and responsibilities. And how others meddled in the crossfire. She traveled back to the sleepless nights filled only of thoughts of him. The times she felt wrong and
Our Last Dance I closed my eyes and leaned forwardsOur Last Dance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pressing my warm face against your chest
as we twirled in slow circles beneath the moonlight
x. we were always dancing in the brightest light
always holding each other so fiercely,
like we really thought we would fall,
if we let each other go .x
I remember that I opened my ey
MonsterRun.Monster1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters are following you, they tell you to die.
Smile as long as you can, it won't last for a while.
You're not normal, my friend, that's all in your head.
Don't cry, you stupid child, it will start again and again.
"Talk to us.
Talk to us!
Listen to us.
We tell the truth!"
Life or Death? You need to choose.
It was too much for you and now you're dead.
And no one will be sad.
A Viking RebornA Viking Reborn:A Viking Reborn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Gods have called upon me
In a time when the hammer's sign.
Has fallen from the heavens
By the bloody heathen's design.
Now weeping for the children;
That will never know his name.
Odin has now sent me
To ease our inner pain.
Remember the days of old
Where once we sailed the seas.
We used to be the masters
Of the mountains and the trees.
We tamed the rushing waters
And sailed across the world.
No mortal man could match us;
Even mermaids gave us pearls!
Our strength was the very fire
That roared in the dragon's belly.
We proudly wore the scales
From the beasts in the valley.
The dreaded monsters of legend
Trolls and Giants alike.
We fought them all and won;
We defeated the Thunder Shrike!
The heart that beats within us
Once carried a sacred fire.
A world in which we've lost that
Has a fate that's rather dire!
Out there beyond the stars
Lies a sea that thrives anew.
The vast ocean of space;
You know it to be true!
Where once we sailed the rivers
Passing Me ByYou are young, they sayPassing Me By2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't hurry, don't cry
But it feels like the world is
Passing me by
Happy for others
On their big days, I try
Not to feel like the world is
Passing me by
I laugh and I smile
As I wave them goodbye
Still feels like the world is
Passing me by
My heart is confused
I always ask why
Why it feels like the world is
Passing me by
Never a bridesmaid
Never a bride
Feels like the world is
Passing me by
The Ezio Retrospective: Part IA retrospective on three games with Ezio and my opinion on the character’s role in them: Part I.The Ezio Retrospective: Part I1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I think it’s pretty much common knowledge to most of my DA watchers that I'm not a big fan of Ezio. While I was once a devout Ezio fangirl who would blindly defend the character, after the post-Assassin’s Creed II games, I don’t think I will ever regain that sentiment. I already expressed my concern about the multiple games with him in other essays and as the games came out, I am sad to say that I found every one of my fears to becoming a reality. In my eyes, this once brilliant character ended up becoming a washed-up cash cow, a one-trick pony that Ubisoft kept making games around way beyond the point of him still having a purpose or being remotely interesting. I easily dare say this character gradually took away everything that I found fascinating about the concept of Assassin’s Creed and nearly obliterated my faith in the franchise, unti
Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.Just Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
The Ezio Retrospective: Part IIIA retrospective on three games with Ezio and my opinion on the character’s role in them: Part III.The Ezio Retrospective: Part III1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So after three games that centered around Ezio’s life, we get to Assassin’s Creed: Embers, a short movie and basically the epilogue of the Ezio trilogy that Ubisoft deemed absolutely necessary to make. It basically follows Ezio’s final days, because it is somehow important for the overall plot that involves a solar flare in the year 2012 to see some Renaissance man pass away, like people tend to do after approximately 60 to 80 years.
As you can probably gather from the above sentence, I didn’t like it much. I guess that at least in part, this is because it continues the story of Assassin’s Creed: Revelations, which I consider the worst game in the entire franchise. I also admit it probably has to do with the fact that at this point, I was more than sick of spending time with Ezio. Still, it also goes a bit deeper than just these two
Black RibbonImagine a dreamBlack Ribbon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dream you are walking towards a tree
a beautiful tree full with hues of red and gold
it is intoxicating.
but no this tree in not favored by the stars nor the sun
though in this dream, you are in a forest with many trees, all the same
but not the same cause in this dream you are right in front of this tree
for no apparent reason
Why, is it special?
This tree is the one you chose.
Maybe it is your path
maybe it is your fate
or maybe just floating down a river with out the strength to swim to the shore
but this tree is special, for it is your dream
you see a hole…. in the trunk of this tree
A little below eye level, not to big, just enough to get your hand though
One would expect to pull a rabbit out of a hat
but seeing as this is a tree and no ordinary tree at that.
You pull the end of a ribbon…, out from this hole in a tree
but ordinary it seems.
for a ribbon…
So you pull
And you pull
WhoWho3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Two pits of utter darkness.
The only reflected emotions are resentment and bitter sorrow.
'Who is this, that I am starring at?'
You ask yourself,
not recognizing this new figure,
But you know everyone.
Yet as you stare the being in the eyes,
a sudden truth dawns on you:
You know this person.
Their movements, so similar to yours
The same vigilant eyes that you have,
Yet this person is older than you,
their face worn with unseen angers and regrets,
Whereas yours is young and free of earthly worries.
It can't be true,
Yet as you so desperately try to deny,
The truth that is utterly un-deniable,
you know deep inside yourself,
The identity of the person you observe.
It is you.
ASK the ARTIST Interview - ZombiesmileASK the ARTIST Interview - Zombiesmile1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with Zombiesmile
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Zombiesmile, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Zombiesmile.
Hi, thanks for having me! :3
* Zombiesmile is super excited, oh god! * -*;
~rankirubai asks "In what ways has Shaun helped your art and creativity improve? What kinds of insights on art, character design, storytelling, etc has he given you?"
Before I met Shaun (`endling) I was pretty much on my own when it came to art, looking things up and reading tutorials etc. It's been really hard sometimes.
Nowadays, he's the person I talk to all the time, discussing art and stories and games and such. it's really important to me to have another opinion on my work, especially from someone
Red Thread, Pt 3 - Old VersionRed Thread, Pt 3 - Old Version3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Major edit!!! I'm updating this part of the fic, extending some scenes and whatnot. I'm moving this version to scraps as I submit a new version of Part 3. Stay tuned!
Warning: this is a femslash fic based in the "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" universe, so if you don't like this kind of stuff, just bear in mind that you don't have to read it. That is all.
Sewing the Red Thread of Fate - Part 3 (Old Version)
By The Lovely Penguin
Twilight Sparkle cantered towards Sugarcube Corner, intent on her mission. "I can't let Fluttershy down," she said to nopony in particular. As she approached the place it was apparent it was closed: Twilight knew the Cakes took Sundays off, but Pinkie Pie should still have been there
Gone for a teenie weenie, itsy-bitsy little bit; be back at 11! Read a hastily scrawled note taped up in the window.
It was f
Kuroshitsuji : Yes, my ladyNotice! In this story, Ciel Phantomhive is a girl! ( to make it more interesting )Kuroshitsuji : Yes, my lady3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The early morning arrived and the butler silently opened the door to the chamber.
"It's morning, young lady." he said and opened the drapes, letting the sunlight float in.
He walked up to the bed and watched Ciel Phantomhive slowly open her eyes.
"Sebastian..?" she mumbled, still half asleep.
"Yes, young lady." Sebastian started preparing the tea. "For breakfast, I have prepared a minted potato salad, served with toast."
Ciel got out of bed and walked up to her closet. She chose a vermillion dress with pastel laces and a linen robe to wear underneath. She took of her nightgown, completely ignorant of Sebastian, and put on the robe and the dress. She then walked back to the bed, took the tea from her butler and turned around, allowing Sebastian to tie the behind of her dress.
"Today's plans, Sebastian." she said.
"Yes, young lady. After breakfast, madam Rodkin will visit regarding the ball next
A Forest at MorningI dreamed of trees. Bright boughs and bloomsA Forest at Morning2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through gloom and morning spilled
While I brushed back their silver leaves
That sunlit skies had filled
With gilded wash--the vermeil sight
Above the dusky bark
Seemed starry trains above the moon
And night's enclosing dark
And I stepped under such a sky:
New-formed, bejeweled, and bright
And wished I could forever dwell
Within its dim half-light.
There nothing stirred; no beast or bird
Dwelt in the forest there
Though I heard silent rivers trill
Still wand'ring swift and fair
Through banks embraced by cattail roots;
Through drooping willow leaves
That rustled in the water's rush
Bereft of any breeze.
Oh, I stepped under such a sky
Composed of darkling boughs
Flushed with the swell of morning leaves
All silver-gold endowed
'Till awe forestalled my reaching foot
And stilled the step, half-made--
And oh! to breathe seemed mortal sin
As if each sound betrayed
Whatever heaven I had found.
But when I breathed at last
And put my foot upon the grou
HTTYD: HicStridTitle: sorry don't have one D:HTTYD: HicStrid4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Theme: HiccupxAstrid (HicStrid?)
Setting: The story takes place, I don't know, maybe a day after the whole ending.
A punch and a kiss. That was the only way Astrid would show any affection to Hiccup, but deep inside, the boy wanted just a little bit more, a walk by the bay maybe or a day watching the sunset or even just a quiet evening together. There wasn't anything wrong with that, right? He just didn't want everything to always end with a punch and a simple kiss.
The sun was beginning to hide behind the trees and the cold of the night crept along the west. Everyone in the village was beginning to hurry with their duties before it got dark. Not because of the fear of dragon raids, that was resolved a while ago, but by the fact that during this season the nights become longer than the days.
Near a shallow river the rhythmic cutting of an axe could be heard. Astrid had been out getting lumber since the early morning. It was a chore she ha
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers