How To WriteAbstract: an analytical approach to plotting and writing fiction upwards of 1,000 wordsHow To Write10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Acknowledgements: the potentially amazing Rachel (IfrozenspiritI) served as guinea pig to this; go and tell her to finish the product of that experiment, because you'll love it. Chris Widdison (tearstone) approached me indecently with the idea of writing a longer essay (which will still happen, and be a lot more purdy than this here thing), which would incorporate this essay in another form, amongst others. He doesn't need to read any of this, because he already knows it all.
Target audience: young, inexperienced writers, especially those that find themselves pulling off vignettes and other super-short forms with an ease, while chronically unable to produce anything with more than a handful of scenes and more than 1,000 words.
Part 1: The Premise takes a look at the basic idea behind a piece
Part 2: The Story fills in some of those blanks and gives u
Design a country work sheetDesign a country work sheet4 years ago in Settings More Like This
For those people who needs to design their own world.
This is a form I will use from now on to help me design it faster and more complete.
original from: droemar's journal
Edited by mayshing 2010
Colors: (An example would be red, white, and blue)
Symbol: (An example would be stars and stripes.)
calender measure (time table): (Does their calender go by the moon, or sun? Or other planets?)
Races: (The races that inhabit the area, whether or not they're native.
Physical: (The ethnic description of your race: skin color, hair color, builds, dress)
Preference to fashion and beauty:
Weather patterns: (Tropical? Stormy? Cold? Earthquakes? Climate in general?)
-how the weather influence inhabitants behavior, travel
Major river and lakes?
Any construction a
Homework 7April 29, 1809Homework 76 years ago in Horror More Like This
Every night for two weeks, Id watch the old man eat supper, play with his evil henchman of a cat and go to his room. He laid on the bed and fall into deep sleep at exactly ten o clock. That gave me two hours to stealthily make my way into his room, shut the door quietly, go into the closet, close it slightly without causing it to creek, light my lantern and peer it open to watch the old man. But every night that I had done so, I always heard a faint ticking noise. Like that of a clock wrapped in cotton. I figured that it was my imagination but every night I heard it. It got louder and louder and louder until finally, I thought that it mustve been something big and pure.
His heart! That must be it! I whispered to myself on the last night as I peered the lamp once more to the old man. I remember seeing his eye open and me quickly shutting the door. I remember the fright that I heard as the old man panted.
Hantises SecondesHantises SecondesHantises Secondes6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Là encore, une scène. Là encore, des sièges vides. Là encore, on ne s'en rendra compte que plus tard. Classique, propre, net.
La chanteuse s'avance, se présente, souhaite la bienvenue à son public (absent). Peu importe. Elle retire la mèche rouge qu'elle a devant les yeux et réajuste le micro. Test du son. Elle annonce qu'en ouverture, en hommage à Mister X qui était son idole, qu'elle va chanter une de ses chansons a capella.
Elle s'approche du micro, y colle quasimment sa bouche, prend son inspiration et...rien. Oui, rien. C'est ça. Que du vide. Elle réessaie, parle, du son sort. Mais dès qu'elle tente de chanter, sa magnifique voix a disparu. Je n'ai pas le temps de voir ses larmes qu'elle s'en va en courant.
On devine à son grand cri que son groupe n'existait pas, qu'il n'y avait jamais eu de concert organisé à son
Star Fox Movie ch1 -Japanese- 宇宙への星のフォックスStar Fox Movie ch1 -Japanese-6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
ThinkingWondering what the day will bring nextThinking6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ponder and justify what is right.
Everyday is so unpredictable.
Wish I could change the days that come.
Wishing they never did.
Some days wishing they never end.
Others to pass by unnoticably.
Thinking like I do is nothing simple.
I always skip too far ahead.
Too far to that it doesnt make sense.
Never did I ever guess right about these new days.
A day is a day.
No one has any control over what happens.
Things just happen.
Somethings for the best,others the worst.
But no matter how many days there are.
I always wish differently about each one.
No matter what situation.
I wonder if I'll ever guess right...
About these new days.
I hope I never figure it out
Whats the fun in that?
BeatenYASOUBeaten7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Listening to the soft songs emanating through the house I would never would have expected my life to be any different from how it was now. Happy and carefree with everything and anything I could ever want or hope for at my fingertips. As I danced about my spacious family room in the twilights rays shining through the open windows waiting for my loving parents to return home I had no room in my young mind for any concern. I only could bask in the fortunes that had been bestowed upon me.
Smiling as I twirled about, my arms out, my eyes closed, I recalled just the winter before how we had flown to Paris for a marvelous vacation. I had been captivated by the city of lights and lost my way on the snowy evening. It was the first and only time I could recall tears ever flowing from my eyes during my short life as I wandered aimlessly searching feverishly for my lost parents, for their warmth and comforting arms, for them to w
Just CrazyNot my best I may agree,Just Crazy7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Maybe it is something more,
Who knows what I talk about?
Rambling about nothing,
Talking to the wind to blow,
Speaking the nonsense that is there!
Weird that I am,
Strange that is too,
Crazy might better as well?
Smiles at people of the unknown,
Bow to those in respect,
Hug for the hope you get one back!
Now I am not one of those,
Who know how to teach lessons,
But just a mer stutdent to learn to study!
Now listen up and listen down,
See the world and see the ground,
Speak the silence and speak the sounds!
Once again I ramble to no one,
Blabber away to nothing that's there,
No body listens anyway so why does it matter?
I'm just a stranger that you've never meet before,
Weird and strange I am too,
Always happy and do you know who I might be?
A smiple strange person I am really!
Not gothic, not emo, not on of those cheerleader types,
Me, I'm just an outcast, but a happy one!
I'm more of a dork then anything,
At least that is what I am told,
But I'm happy to be on
Le CielIl fait nuit.Le Ciel7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Le ciel n'est pas noir,
Non, il ne l'est jamais,
Et ce n'est pas à cause de notre grand astre,
Mais bien à cause de nous-même,
Qui vivons ici sur Terre.
De là où je suis,
De là où nous sommes,
Nous dédaignent et se demandent
Comment pouvons nous bien préférer
Notre bazar électronique impur
À leur luminescence sacrée.
Hélas, mon humeur est bafouée,
Comme celle d'autres gens,
Comme celle de ces étoiles,
Comme ce ciel
Auquel la nuit est refusée.
Il fait nuit,
Le ciel n'est pas noir,
Et je reste là,
Mais ne sais pas pourquoi.
My dedicationAnd if they were to find out,My dedication7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If they were to know,
I'd tell you to leave me,
Just leave me and go.
No dont look back, dont make a sound,
Dont you cry for me,
'Coz i'd rather it be me in this hell prison
And you finally free.
Though we'll say goodbye, how far apart we'll be,
Know deep witin my heart
Your the one for me,
Coz your the one I love.
Faithless -KyoyaxKaoxHikaru- 3 Kyoya laid Kaoru down and stared to play around with his body. Pinching and kissing him in all of the right and wrong places. "K-Kyoya...S-stop...Please..." Kyoya ignored Kaoru and reached for his pant zipper. As he got closer to it, Kaoru's phone began to ring. 'Saved by the phone...' Kaoru thought as he sat up and answered the phone. "H-hello?"Faithless -KyoyaxKaoxHikaru- 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hikaru coughed for a few seconds before saying "Dad says you have to get home now since he's leaving and he doesn't want you out with out him there..." Kaoru sighed. "Alright. tell him that I'll be there." Kaoru put his shirt back on and fixed his hair. Kyoya pushed up his glasses and stood up. "Do we need to drop you off?" Kaoru turned around to face him. "If you can, please." Kyoya smiled and walked downstairs with Kaoru, holding him by his waist. "I'll be back soon!" he called out to his maids and butlers. They all nodded and Kyoya lead Kaoru out. When they got back into the stretch limo
If only, a SSB Wish ListAlright alright, I think I've been tempted enough from the various comments I've received today to give off a list of potential "I WISH" list on playable characters I WOULD have loved to play as in a Smash Bros. game. Appeal to agree with me or not, here is who and why I think its just a dandy idea:If only, a SSB Wish List7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Andy from: Advance Wars.
First off, let me say I like any character who handles my name. All joking aside, I'm SHOCKED that Nintendo hasn't made any mention over main characters in some of their more notable series. Well, I'm not too sure if Advance Wars is more notable than Kid Icarus, but still, if the seres qualified for an Assist Trophy (Infantry & Tank sprites), why not a main character? The character wields a wrench, and has a variety of supporting characters to add to his abilities i.e: Sami and Max (Woah wait a second, did I make a Steve Purcell reference?... oh wait, no I didn't.) Good idea for a Final Smash? Call out th
The Tome-introMano browsed around the dusty shop with a sort of high-seated indifference. "I really hate coming here, why can't they have this stuff on the Internet already?" she thought. Normally this was just not her kind of place, and if this weren't the only place to find what she was looking for, Mano would not be caught dead in such a clearly rundown old bookstore.The Tome-intro6 years ago in Humor More Like This
First off, it was old and dusty, and Mano didn't have a thing for either. Secondly, she had to brave the uninspiring masses of the public bus system since she simply could not afford for Sakura to drive her and learn of the place where Mano found all of her tools of the trade.
Pacing down a particularly dusty aisle of the cramped bookstore, Mano browsed the various selection of black magic tomes with a accusing finger, running down the titles of each. Some of them were clearly old and authentic, and others were clearly pathetic mock-ups of the real deal. Running her finger down the rows of neatly stacked
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 19 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
The Tragedy of the StickertreeOnce upon a time, there was a tree. The tree was special, and it was alone. It lived with its mundane brethren and watched life parade around it. In its youth birds tried alighting in its branches, but they did not stay, and in time no animal came near the tree. One day, a young woman came to the glen by accident, for it was in an obscure place, and no man had been there and cared enough to tell of it. She spied the tree, the special tree, and sat beneath it; she let go a heavy breath and slept beneath it. When she awoke, she felt as though a whole night's sleep had filtered through her, and she returned home, light as down on the breeze.The Tragedy of the Stickertree8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
For years, the woman would come under the tree to rest. She was a teacher, she was, at a schoolhouse nearby; and though she was gentle, she was under great stress, for the children were an unruly bunch. She was glad to live a spartan life, for it was her dream to t
Homework 2April 24, 1809Homework 26 years ago in Horror More Like This
Its sunny outside now much like the next day of my story
The old man had left me a slice of the apple pie that he had made with his sister and with it was a note that read:
I will be in town today and I wont be back until tomorrow afternoon.
Please watch the house and Mr. Whiskers. Just dont over or under feed him, please.
Homework 6April 28 1809Homework 66 years ago in Horror More Like This
I remember waking up the next morning with the cat laying on my lap and the old man on the other side of the bed, watching me sleep. I see his vulture eye and start to sweat. That was some fall Basil. I hope you are feeling well. Mr. Whiskers told me all about how you fell down and hit your head on the parlor table and fainted. That cat. Did he tell him everything?! Im also sad to announce that Miss Loretta, well, she has left the earth we walk on. I am very sorry Basil. Die. Die. Die you wretched being! Curse you and your eye of Hades! Its your fault! Why dont you rest? Poor Loretta would have wanted you to lay and mourn over her death. As he got up from the bed and started for the door, I speak out, How did she die? It was quiet. Too quiet. He sighed and gave me a shrug. No one knows yet. They found her dead on her bed with no heart beat. I gritted my teeth a
Clouds Love For...Cloud: *walks on into the bathroom*Clouds Love For...6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vincent: *taking a shower*
Cloud: *stops in front of the shower an stares at Vincent*
Vincent: *turns around (still in the shower) and spots cloud* WTF? O__O *falls out of the shower in horror* aghh
Cloud: nooo *rushes to catch him* GOT YA!!
Vincent: Cloud..why in the hell were you watching me take a shower?
Cloud: Oh ..um..uh..I..I..
Cloud: Ahem *mumbles:I love you*
Cloud: O____O um I..l..ove you
Vincent: .___. *speechless*
Tifa: Whats wrong Cloud?
Cloud: ..Oh nothing..
Yuffie: Of course there is or you would'nt be this moody than you already are.
Cloud: Just forget it ok?
Vincent: *walks in*
Tifa: Oh vincent your back!!
Yuffie: Your early how come?
Vincent: Yes i know..and because I've came to tell Cloud something..
Tifa: What is it?
Vincent: Cloud..*walks over to him*
Cloud: What vincent? *looks down*
Vincent: *lifts Clouds face up,looking into Clouds eyes, then suddenly Kisses him passionately*..I love you too.
I love you, so muchI love you, so much6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I love you, so much.
I knew I was going to die. Dealing behind her back, I should have seen it coming. Karma was coming, right up the hill and right at me. Even before I saw the bright red I knew, as I was getting ready for my girlfriend. She doesnt deserve what was coming in a couple hours. I dressed in the clothes she favored the most so maybe then shed enjoy me as I lay dead in my tracks. The jacket shed sewn for me with her quick, steady hands. The pants I continuously wore her enjoyment, worn out at the ends that hid half of my white sneakers she decorated with Sharpie. And, the white t-shirt I wore when we went to watch the sunset, high up on the hill next to the school.
I hope she puts the clues together; maybe the present would help more. The wooden box I spent half a lifetime putting together and carving her name into wasnt carefully wrap
I Don't See Why: IntroductionIntroduction- I'm not always this bubblyI Don't See Why: Introduction6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not going to lie, my story is rather morbid. Flipping through cream colored pages at late hours. Taped together as into bandage the wounded. Dusty books. You'll get a paper cut on the first page. Now where to begin. I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm a taste of alcohol. A mix of insecurity plus intoxication. Maybe you can relate. Self-estine fractured by those not worth mentioning. I live where getting wasted becomes an art form. Stitches tattooed around my finger nails. They look like they were drawn on with a black sharpie. Like the one I stole from Ned Nerdy last week. Just so you know, I don't have a last name, I merely go by Sibley. I have a head of hot pressed gases most likely placed there by a cigarette. I never was good at making decisions. And my heart could be descrided as a hand grenade. The way it works is cruelly unpleasant. There are moments where I'd much rather have it rupture and dominate me inside to my surface than live
les Hantises IHantises Premières.les Hantises I6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Elles disparaissent ces lumières qui t'accompagnaient lorsque tu entrais en scène.
Désormais, le public, ce n'est plus qu'une infinité de rangées de sièges vides.
Mais tu ne le sais pas alors. On t'a toujours dit "Ne le regarde pas. Toujours au dessus, toujours à côté, jamais dedans. Joue. Récite. Parle." Et tu ne le regardes pas. Toujours au dessus, toujours à côté, jamais dedans. Tu joues. Tu récites. Tu parles. Mea culpa, je ne t'ai pas prévenue. Mais ce n'est pas grave. Ce n'en sera que plus amusant. Regardons...
Oui, tes yeux sont vides, tu n'y croies pas mais continues de sourire. C'est ton travail. Jouer un rôle qui n'est pas le tien. Mais ne t'inquiètes pas, ça vient. Un. Deux. Trois. Clac. Bravo. Voilà du vrai. Tes yeux redeviennent vivants. Tu regardes sans pouvoir t'en empêcher la salle. Et tu ne vois que du noir, j'avais oublié. Clac. Voilà,