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-To3 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
A Guide to Writing Combat-Related Mental IllnessComing Back from Combat: A Writer’s Guide to Combat Related Psychological Illness in FictionA Guide to Writing Combat-Related Mental Illness3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The aim of this guide is simple: plenty of people want to write about war, to explore it, to understand it and understand soldiers they know who are in it or have come from it. But, often times putting the aftermath, the pain, and the psychological impact war has on the mind into words is difficult to do well.
This guide exists to help fiction writers accurately portray psychological disorders in their work, because the people who suffer from these disorders and their loved ones deserve honesty and do not deserve to be misrepresented. The guide is here to help writers understand how these disorders come about, how they are treated, and how to think critically about how they might impact the person who has them.
1. A disclaimer, and polemics.
2. Why are you writing a psychological illness into your story?
3. Terms you should be familiar with for this
100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
13. Mother's love
15. Phone Call
24. Water Nymph
25. Bad Priest
31. Black Board
32. Long dress
34. Creamy Wash (It's facial foam that will turn into a creamy thing when used. If you have no facial foam like this in your place/city/country, just change it to regular facial foam.. = =
38. Little girl
46. Angel of Aurora
53. Love in the air
Anime Monologue 1 - Edward ElricBook one, monologue one - Edward Elric - Why I'm SearchingAnime Monologue 1 - Edward Elric2 years ago in Drama More Like This
We may be called dogs. We may even be cursed as devils.
That doesn't matter.
I'm still going to get my body back... And I know the truth. I know I'm not a devil. I know we're not gods.
We're humans. WE'RE ONLY HUMAN! *<- Hit ground/table as says*
We're humans who couldn't do a thing to save one innocent little girl... So what good are we then?
You think humans are supposed to be a lot weaker than our enemies...
And yet, even if they get discouraged after being beaten, and even if they get close to falling down after losing their paths, they continue to get up and fight...
That night... I lost my right arm, after losing my left leg, so my brother could live
Tyler-Smith. Chapter OneJennyTyler-Smith. Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed like the right name to give her, he thought as he sat on the edge of the bed, one arm wrapped securely around Rose's shoulder the other one - or at least a finger of his other arm - was encased in the firm grip of his new two hour old daughter. The brown eyes were definately Rose's, there was no mistaking them, but the hair? Well that was his, no doubt about it. Already it seemed to stick up, untamable, like his. When asked the name they wanted her to have, it was Rose that spoke up. He instantly thought it was going to be something like Isabella or Ellie, something 'cute'. So he'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd said Jenny. He'd told her about Jenny. He'd told her everything. Ever since Donna had first entered the TARDIS. And she'd told him what had happened to her ever since they'd first stood on Dalig Ulv Stranden, all the way back from Norway, all they did was talk. And it felt like old times, the times when they'd simply sat in the TARDIS, and ta
Thanks for the ReminderThanks for the Reminder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wish this pain will cease
reminds me a lot of my mistakes
reminds me of my disease
reminds me of my hate
They called me names
but I just turned away
but I felt the burning flame
I got so tired of the same old game
i walked and walked
I crumbled down, broken
I stuttered, I couldn't talk
my soul was stolen
my body, screaming
the pain never fleeing
the stares never ending
I walk on brittle bones
failed in my own solitude
wondering if anybody knows
how they could be so crude
thank you for reminding me
thanks you for the pain, for showing me the way
thank you for showing me to rage
I am finally awake...
How to Hook a ReaderHow to Hook a Reader2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I should note that this article will be primarily concerning YA fiction, as that is what I know most about. You may notice that some of these openings use elements that I cautioned against in an earlier article. Told ‘ya there were bountiful exceptions to writing “rules.”
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
“There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”
This one is just awesome. I adore some subtle humor in a book, and it’s a great way to start out if you’re witty enough. This short and amusing opening line tells us a lot about the character in a very short time. His name also gives an indication that he is not from the land of Narnia, but is probably from England, if this book is to be similar to the ones prior to it in the series. We know something about his age in t
The woman without face - 4th chapterThe woman without face - 4th chapter2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
- Losing faith in 2007
He closed his eyes in order to fix his last thoughts upon his own life.....he hated having to talk on the phone in that day....he hated phone calls....but in that day was worse than others....wasn't like he hated his birthday......he just faced that day like an ordinary day...but the hypocrisy of people who are not aware of the dark of their nature and judge him always....and even if couldn't accept his ideas in that day would wish a "happy birthday" to him....that words didn't value his day....or made him felt better....only worst....all people he liked and respected in life he lost or couldn't see as a punishment for his values and principles....or at least his fears...
He didn't want go out.....but in the same time wouldn't like receive all empty "happy birthday" on the phone before the night come......he had only one person in the whole university he studied he respected.....but he didn't want talk with him in that day...not in that day...further at beginning
The DoctorKeeper of time,The Doctor7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watcher of worlds.
Long rusted chain and broken pocket watch.
Dulled gears, dead batteries,
Raw springs and frozen time.
Never moving forward, never moving back,
Time has ceased to exist,
For there is no past, no present and no future
For the Lord of Time.
No ebb and flow of
They merely blur by,
Ages and eons pass in the blink of an eye.
But how lonely it must be for the man on the moon.
Blue boxes and screwdrivers,
The only substitute
For the last of his kind.
Bill x Tom - Twincest ch1I stared menacingly at the unappetizing food on my plate. It was odd but I just wasn't hungry...Bill x Tom - Twincest ch16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm going to my room" I said dully. Pushing away from the table and walking swiftly out of the room before anyone had the chance to disagree with me. I trudged slowly up the stairs unable to find the will to make myself move any faster. Once upstairs I locked myself in my room, almost wishing I could shut myself off from the world.
I pulled a chair up to the window and sat there. Staring out into the night I tried to forget about the disturbing thoughts that I'd kept having recently. But however disturbing they were I couldn't help but think of them every time I saw Tom. I could remember every exact detail of the nightmarish fantasies. The way Toms lips had felt against mine. The way he smelt. The way he had tasted...
A knock on the door disturbed my thoughts, I looked away from the window to find myself surrounded by darkness, how long had I been sitting there thinki
Falling 4 U-Bill Tom twincest-Falling 4 U-Bill Tom twincest-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everything had been pretty much normal for us lately...we aren't touring, nor are we recoding, so things have been, well, slow. Everyone has just been hanging out around the house, playing video games, swimming, writing songs, practsing. Personally, I enjoy sleeping! But, the other night a few things began to change...and at first I thought it would pass, but I was wrong.
It was a Saturday, and Tom, Gustav, Georg, and I were watching a movie. I wasn't paying much attention really, I have other things on my mind right now. I had this tune in my head, and I couldn't get it out. It was so annoying! It was a song that I came up with in a dream that I had the night before, only the tune, not the words, but still! Ugh! It was a romantic song, deffinately, the kind of song that you play at prom for the king and gueen. But I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't love anyone at the moment, so...where is it all coming from?
Shortly after I finished processing this in my he
Email Our Love Ch. 5Email Our Love Ch. 55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twincest - You've been warned-
Comments please!... Thanks(:
Tokio Hotel doesn't belong to me. I own the plot and nothing more. No money is being made by this. Lyrics from the song Fallin' apart by All American Rejects not mine. The banner isn't mine.
Email our L.O.V.E. - Chapter 5
Bill entered his room smiling with some designs in hand. He had entered fashion school, his mother had told him that it was never too late to make a new life, anyless for someone as young and creative as Bill was.
When he saw that there in his bed ,mocking him even, was his laptop.
He bit his lip and he could feel tears welling in his eyes, it had been a month since he had last heard from Tom and now opening his window he sobbed. There, waiting for him, was the must intense letter he could had ever read.
But he had to resist the inmense urge to run to Tom arms once again.
Sighing sadly he opened a new email and wrote another song, another one that wasn't going to be famous, another one that hurt him to
Email our love Ch.1Email our love Ch.15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twincest - You've been warned-
Comments please!... Thanks(:
Tokio Hotel doesn't belong to me. I own the plot and nothing more. No money is being made by this. LYrics from the song It Ends Tonight by All American Rejects not mine. The banner isn't mine.
Email our L.O.V.E. - Chapter 1
He bits hard onto his bottom lip and sighing he left the note on his pillow. All this cheating and intense feelings were becoming too much for Bill and he knew how much of a coward he was being but that was why he was leaving.
Not even the strong figure of his lover, twin and best friend sleeping on that bed could stop him. Part of why he was leaving was Tom's fault, Bill had warned him and he hadn't listen, so the only thing he was always good at was writing songs.
He looked back one last time and then, he was gone.
Tom woke up several minutes later and grabbed the note. He had seen Bill leave and he could have stopped him, but he didn't. He was a coward, a bastard that knew this could h
Interview Your CharacterINTERVIEW YOUR CHARACTERInterview Your Character4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(YOUNG ADULT VERSION)
Choose an original character you have created. All questions must be answered from the character's perspective. The character should remain "in character" throughout the interview. The character may refuse to answer a given question, but must say something in reply to it. The character must answer truthfully, but that does not necessarily mean that their answers must be true, only that the character believes them to be true. Have fun.
. VITAL STATISTICS
. ABILITIES AND TRAITS
. HISTORY AND INFLUENCES
. PERSONAL TASTES AND OPINIONS
. SELF IMAGE
. KEY SOCIAL INFLUENCE
. GOALS AND DREAMS
1: What is your full name?
2: Do you have a nickname, pseudonym, or alternate identity?
3: How tall are you?
4: How much do you weigh?
5: What kind of build do you have (are you thin, fat, gangly, muscular, etc.)?
6: Describe your hai
RemainRemain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Water trickles in,
among the weathered rocks,
and I cannot stop its coming...
I woke up from silent slumber,
the oceans ebbing lullaby of grinding earth.
Getting louder, stronger
silence of the mind,
And so I did until the waters crept in,
to softly remind me of life.
And life was realized,
Hands, arms, shoulders, back,
hips, knees, legs, feet,
Learn to crawl in sand.
Learning to walk on stones,
I learn to tread carefully.
Safe, sharp, unsure,
how much risk?
A young girl falls in love,
with anything she wants.
Flowers, birds, trees,
a beautiful ocean.
A young girl loves a man,
he hurts her regularly,
and she treads on heavy stones,
like bare feet upon the rocky shores.
A finger slides against the dam
grazing it softly
picking softly at its edges
but enough to peel it free,
and the blood rushes forward once again.
A scar forms
Meant to be Ch.2Meant to be Ch.26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I own nothing but the plot. TH belongs to their respective owners. No money is being made by this. PLEASE COMMENT(:
Beta'd by HeldRose and kornelyte (Yeah am I lucky or what? C: ), any mistakes are mine and mine only
Beautiful dawn - lights up the shore for me.
There is nothing else in the world,
I'd rather wake up and see (with you).
He was scared, fearing for his life. Gerard had just hit him and his cheek felt as if it was on fire, the burning sensation had him crying, since his boyfriend was quite big in comparison with him, even a little slap could hurt him pretty badly. He ran, he ran as fast as his feet allowed him. Going to work was the only thing he could do to get out of Gerard's reach when he made him mad, because like Gerard had told him before, he was the only one to blame when his boyfriend hit him out of anger. He was worth nothing; his father had told him so when he'd lived with him.
So that day when he couldn't take it anymore he ran to the metro station
Such Dark Silence...Nothingness.Such Dark Silence...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cold. Black. Absolute.
Stretching to infinity back and as insufferably lonely as the ocean floor, a whispered thread of sorrow before slipping silently through the cracks. Everything was dead. Dead walls, dead floor, dead machinery. Littering the derelict vessel like steel and glass plants, thick pipes worming into the mechanical ground, looking for their electric fuel. But, nothing. Ever since the last organic creature had died countless aeons ago, the lifeforce had gone with it, leaving the ship as cold as the space through whence it came and its hull as battered and ancient as the deadly debris it had travelled through.
The Hunter was silent, not even the faintest of sighs escaped her pursed lips. She never did like it here. For even though the gloomy underwater ocean of Maridia was sad, the wrecked ship was sadder, and where the roaring voice of Norfair screamed in rage, the wrecked ship was infinitely angrier. The only place surpassing it in terms of emotion was Brins
WithinAnother selfWithin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind
Me, the monsterNot a soulMe, the monster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To help me
In this fight
I'm all alone
On my own
I can't rest
Until I go down
I'm fighting myself
A dangerous opponent
I can't help it
I'm a monster who has to be put down
NightmareWelcome to my nightmareNightmare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to the darkness
Within my mind
A place where hope is lost
Love is a dream
And joy doesn't exist
A place where pain rules over all
Suffering is a must
And demons are everywhere
A place where life is meaningless
The living dance with the dead
And insanity is imminent
A place where the voices in your head
Never stop haunting you
And all the memories overflow your mind
A place locked within me
Growing in secrecy
Until the day I can take it no more
Welcome to my personal Hell...
A memoryA heartbeatA memory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A drop of blood
Dripping from my wrist
Coming out of nowhere
Frozen in time
Carved in my mind
Like many others
To be forgotten
To be replaced
By another sad memory
Two is better than oneTwo is better than one6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TWINCEST - Don't like it...Don't read it
SONGFIC- Song: Two is better than one, by: Boys likes girls ft. Taylor Swift
I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life
And I thought hey
You know this could be something
I was so nervous even though my outside was as cool as you could ever think, but you know sights are deceiving. I could never, in a million years, imagine that this angelic person would ever gave me a chance, he is so pure and innocent that from the moment I first lied eyes on him I couldn´t suppress this feeling, this need to protect his soul and delicate body from the world, but now, while waiting for him in his living room, with a death glare of his mom I could see how really innocent he is even if he is 18 and I'm 20, we got along from the beginning. "So, where are you taking my baby?" I looked up to Simone, My Angel Bill's mother, to answer but his sweet voice made me swallow and stare at him coming down with the grace of a princess from t