How to Write Like Tolkien First I must make one thing clear: This is quick guide for anyone interested in writing fanfiction in Tolkien's style. I am not claiming that is the best way to write fanfiction for his works, or even that it will make your writing good (that is up to the individual). Good fanfiction can and has been written in styles very different. Please do not make anything more out of this.How to Write Like Tolkien4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So, let us begin with the most obvious part: the language. Tolkien uses a high style of writing, which is perhaps best exemplified in his own words: "We are being at once wisely aware of our own frivolity if we avoid hitting and whacking and prefer 'striking' and 'smiting'; talk and chat and prefer 'speech' and 'discourse'; well-bred, brilliant or polite noblemen (visions of snobbery columns in the Press, and fat men on the Rivera) and prefer the 'worthy, brave and courteous men' of long ago." Here are some tid
blasphemy IIgolden even as nights grew paleblasphemy II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and long, the little light reminisced
glimpses of a tattered face;
it was with eyes that sought in
blindness that he reached for
a figure, and it was with intention
named for an angel he only knew
briefly that he became the little
brother named shealtiel, the one
and in bitter reconstruction, Heaven built its fabled trees from blood-soiled wreckage, planting wayward flowers and whispering of betrayals for there were those that had almost-but-not and fewer that had remained wholly loyal.
in a skin that blossomed with
novel sensation, shealtiel recalled
few moments of infancy: there was
sunset, there was warmth, there was
one called abdiel who spoke like he
pained; in the midst of violent hands,
against a backdrop of peril, he stood
like a terrible specter, and had shealtiel
ever known such a love? it burned like
needy bile, retching ugly thoughts of
never finding his memory in the heaps
of lesser brothers or finding abdiel les
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Chory na samotnosc- KAAATE! - dziewczyna usłyszała przeraźliwy wrzask, a zaraz po tym niczym burza do jej pokoju wpadł Nathan. Dziewczyna wypuściła odtwarzacz z rąk i spojrzała na niego wściekła.Chory na samotnosc1 year ago in Horror More Like This
- Kto Cię tu wpuścił?! - huknęła rozzłoszczona, schylając się po upuszczony przedmiot, w myślach posyłając Nathana na ścięcie.
- Twoja mama... - odparł po chwili wahania, opierając się o framugę drzwi.
- No dobra. - burknęła, odkładając słuchawki na biurko. - To czego się drzesz? - warknęła zaraz.
- Znalazłem świetne miejsce! - ożywił się zaraz.
- Kontynuuj. - poinstruowała go, czekając na coś więcej.
- Opuszczony budynek, kawałek za miastem. Mówią, że tam straszy, więc można by było iść to sprawdzić. - opowiadając uśmiechał si
Elle and Mias: Chapter 10Elle was trembling as she watched the scene before her unfurl. She had no idea what to do. She believed Mias deserved a good wallop and a stint in prison, but not death. The uncharacteristic expression of pain and torment didn't suit the dark featured man at all.Elle and Mias: Chapter 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh God, please stop this," she said in a whisper. Mias' death would mean she'd be trapped in this world for the rest of her life. Even if she ran away, she could cling to the hope that she might one day see the streets of her home town again and the faces of her family. If he died, so did her hope.
"The title of head of the family is mine Mathias!" Elias declared as he raised his dagger.
Mias glared at him, refusing to bow his head in acceptance to this fate. He refused to be murdered in such an ugly manner. But what could he do? His entire right side was paralyzed and his left wasn't feeling much better. He could barely move or summon the strength to cast a spell. He was losing blood too quickly to think clearly. For the fir
Our Meaning and PurposeIOur Meaning and Purpose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of death is death. Life,
too, is like death.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
I was confused
so I asked God: What should I do?
Move your body and have emotions. The birds were dancing.
Could you be more specific?
But now God was busy arguing with Moses.
All of life is life. Death,
too, is like life.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
Tomorrow is the sound
of a question falling
on a bed of questions.
Today I hold out
your name, God,
in the public square.
Yesterday reason, the slayer
of song, wended its way
into our will.
All of light is linking. Dreams,
too, would see us separated.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
All of God is God. Dark,
too, is like God.
The way we usurp it
laughing and spinning.
Elle and Mias: Chapter 20Elle's fingers slowly turned her teacup around in her hands that afternoon as she watched the horses in the pasture. The owners of the estate, a middle aged couple who bred and trained horses as a full time hobby, offered them lunch on the veranda, which Mias and Elle gratefully accepted.Elle and Mias: Chapter 203 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares had been unhitched from the coach and allowed into the pasture with the other horses, but his sights remained focus on the white mare he had been introduced to earlier. He trotted behind her, whinnying and trying to catch her attention, but the mare never once replied and simply kept putting distance between them.
"She doesn't seem to care for him at all," Elle commented.
"The owners told me she was a difficult filly to break," Mias said before chewing on a bit of bread.
"Maybe she just doesn't like the idea of being forcibly paired with a mate she barely knows," Elle suggested, her tone hinting at the parallels between the horse and herself.
Mias looked at her for a moment before chuckling, "I s
Elle and Mias: Chapter 5Elle was amazed how fast her legs were still willing to carry her. Her lungs once again were on fire as she ran without controlling her breathing. She ran in a nearly straight line, every once in a while having to weave around a tree or jump over a bush. She contemplated stopping and hiding, knowing very well Mias would catch her if the brothers were unsuccessful in detouring him. For as much faith as she placed in them, she wasn't about to underestimate Mias' abilities.Elle and Mias: Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She slowed her pace as she scoured the trees for one that looked easy enough to climb and hide herself in. She was grateful the clothes Abernos had given her blended in well with the foliage. She finally spied a tree with a low lying branch and she latched onto it, walking her legs up the trunk until she could wrap them over another branch and pull herself up. She climbed up a few yards, enough to be out of sight, but enough to keep in sight what was on the forest floor.
She didn't need to wait long to hear the thunder
She who destroys the lightfirst seedShe who destroys the light4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Darling, you and I both know
in a better world I could be your Lethe
wrap around you, drown you
that ever tried to bring your fate down on you.
Still if I picked up the pieces
I'd hear their soft hum
the one shells moan for the sea
for even then there would be places in you
still not free.
Surely women must have learned by now
never to trust fruit.
A garden is a prison earned
and there is nothing satanic, nothing sacred
Yet when your body curls in on itself
seduced by not-seeds that need only thirst to root
you find your lips wet
and what might be blood or juice
becomes the same as sweat.
Your skin is singing
I swear, hymns to the colors
the way the world's ringing hurts your ears
the salt of the Dead Sea come alive in your tears
the smell only in the sky as the rain clears
the poppy-eyed bud people who spend years
walking around, faces turned toward the light
thrusting pomegranate crown
Elle and Mias: Chapter 12"Lord Elias, I must insist that you cease this," Duncan said while watching his master practice his knife handling techniques on a most unfortunate tree. "Your wound may reopen "Elle and Mias: Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias paid no attention to Duncan's warnings. He whittled away at the tree trunk until the boughs couldn't take it anymore. The trunk snapped and fell to the ground, defeated. Elias grinned while panting heavily, the bandages wrapped around his abdomen slowly turning red across his gut. He grit his teeth in pain and fell over, holding his injured stomach.
"Lord Elias," Duncan knelt at his side and moved Elias' hands to tend to him. "Please sir, there's no need to force yourself."
"He's not dead! I can feel it! I failed to kill that bastard!" Elias panted as his dark eyes stared into the deep abyss of Duncan's. "I won't rest until I've burnt and pissed on his corpse!"
"Yes sir, but if I may speak honestly, you have no hope of killing him if you're half dead yourself."
"Don't mock me you blood sucker!"
Elle and Mias: Chapter 19"Oh, wow " Elle's mouth stood agape as she poked her head out the carriage window as they approached the city by the sea.Elle and Mias: Chapter 193 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A breath of healthy wind blew past her face and Elle found her heart nostalgic for her homeland, for only a moment. The air was crisper, cleaner than the polluted clouds that too often hung over England and brought only gray weather. Here the sky was bright blue with hardly any clouds reflecting in the crystal clear water.
It seemed almost mysterious for a place to hold such beauty while supporting a populous Elle would guess numbered in the tens of thousands. Wooden docks outlined most of the shore line as Ares trotted into the city along the coastal road. Facing the docks were several two and three story buildings whose ground floors all seemed to be devoted to business. Elle could smell the pungent stink of a fish stand, the gentle aroma of a bakery, and of course the merry scent of a pub and its happy patrons.
"The main thoroughfare is primarily filled with
On conversationsIOn conversations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have upset the order
of things, birds
fall fast and featherflappingly from
shaken skies, and leaves
curl backwards into trees
from frost in summer, my heart
is a bell that rings until
glass shatters and frost falls
fearful on the ground and I
just do not know how
to tell you.
blasphemyin a Heaven no grander than a forest, He sat upon a throne weaved of ivy and wild roses; it was there He first touched the Universe, and it was there He came to find the thriving rock He named earth. absent lives were flitting about in oceans deep and dark, and He sought to make company, entertainment, using His vast power to manipulate these beings' path. they grew until they resembled His intention, but before the first man thought of the savannah's cruelty or had any thought besides instinct, angels were birthed of the Lord's passing thoughtsblasphemy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He would breathe and exhale
lights that cuddled like sweet birds,
tucked close for warmth in a simple
nest draped with their brothers' down
feathers and cotton brought up from earth;
amongst the soft glow of each new ideal
came a pop like an ember cracking this one
was weakly lit and stuttered its first words
in a hoarse chirp (humanity, love) before it came
to still with its slumbering companions.
in the evening, the lights
Everything is Cliche these daysEverything is Cliche these days1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is cliché these days
Everything is cliché these days
Nothing can be true
Falling in love is cliché these days
Saying I love you
Nothing is not cliché these days
Everything is fake
Romantic days are cliché these days
Boat trip on the lake
Every emotion is cliché these days
Trusting is cliché these days
No lie is not cliché these days
Every fake strained smile
Fearing is cliché these days
When you’re busy for a while
Every tale is cliché these days
Nothing ever stays
Broken hearts are cliché these days
Going our separate ways
Surprises will surprise these days
Flowers near my door
People can surprise these days
A letter on my floor
“Love can be cliché these days
Trusting is an iss
Bundle of FuryOur story begins, like every other story, on a day that was just another day for most of the world, but the most important day in life for certain of its residents.Bundle of Fury5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Somewhere out there, someone was gathering up the courage to propose to the love of his life, and she would say yes. And somewhere out there, the love of a man's life was dying. For some, a totally new life, a life born from their love for another, would come into being.
And for those, life was just beginning.
At the edge of the sky and the heavens, at the very tip-top of the highest clouds, the storks were gathering. The very storks that brought new life from the heavens into the bittersweet world below. Those brand-new bundles of joy, made of hope and stardust and their expectant mothers' love, and all that sickeningly saccharine drivel.
The head stork, a magnificent creature who seemed not far removed from the clouds and stardust herself, stood perched on a high spiral of cloud, glistening blue like the morning sky
immolatethe first stepimmolate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sadness is to
punctuates the bruised
shorelines with broken hearts and
shore creeps up, kisses
my feet. sometimes he rips through
the distance between
the air here
vibrates to a fire,
sparrow's heart humming in c
major. it does scare
how i might love you
more than ibuprofen, or
the way the light might
through an ether storm.
the person i am now is
with who i
was before you. but
how do i scrape myself out
from under my own
we caught the
moon between our feet,
heads falling behind us.
things i will
you: how you can't stop wearing
lemongrass and how
the smell hides
away under your
collarbone; the way you wear
saturn on your ring
keep neptune's rings as
keepsakes when you come back from
the sky [to remind
my favorite colour
Elle and Mias: Chapter 16Some force in the cosmos must have been off kilter that morning because Mias suddenly became civil company. During breakfast they had a pleasant conversation about the meal and the magic used to make it. Similar to the housekeeping spell, an enchantment was cast to read over recipes and then prepare the dish accordingly. The time of day and what ingredients there were in stock determined what recipes would be on the menu and each day the recipes were switched to add the spice of variety.Elle and Mias: Chapter 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle honestly found the whole system fascinating. The way Mias described the spell was by no means the result of a simple wave of a wand. It was a process that reminded Elle of how a computer program functioned: a detailed chain of possibilities woven into the system set to execute commands at the user's will. No wonder Elle hadn't encountered other sorcerers of Mias' level; they were as unique in this world as people like Bill Gates were in hers.
After breakfast, Elle returned to her room where she ba
eugenics in bulkBy the time she was twelve they had already decided she would marry a man who could run a five minute mile and speak seven languages. They chose her a husband the same way they had chosen her eyes and her legs and the pale freckles that interrupted her nose - the same way their parents had designed their children and arranged their marriages, strategic.eugenics in bulk6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her father called her petite reine. He owned an antique chess board carved from ebony wood and maple. Some days she'd sneak into the library, pry open the old chequered box and pick out one of the queens, and she'd turn it round and round, searching for imperfections. It was a plain, ugly thing, huge and fat in her tiny grasp. She had wondered if he thought of her this way.
She wondered the same now.
Her hands were not her own. A businessman in a white coat had grown them slender and strong, built her carbon fiber bones and nails like arrowheads. Her mother reminded her of this when the
ColetteKiss the girls and make them die,Colette2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they say in hushed tones through vacant skies
The empty hearts of the Queen's guards
Are calling out your name
You're swimming in pools of regret
The bloody seas won't calm just yet
And your hand-me-down Catholicism
Doesn't cover life jackets or canoes
"We are witnessing a good girl's fall from grace."
They shout out in unison in wealthy estates
Sipping on Bourbon and London Gin
As you undress
They know the Harlots are in bloom
Embellished in lace, concealed harpoons
Tramps pour word upon word unto their deaf ears
Remember, seduction will only carry those in red
With cheeks a merry, stubborn bred
So remember who you loved
And who loved you
When your skin becomes so frail
Your rosacea fades, and there's no ale
To cloud their eyes, poor pretty mare
You'll have to read
Text is sacred to the Holy,
Empowering to those worthy
And a useful trick to get beneath your skirts
Know that 'a penny for your thoughts'
Is worth no more than getting caught
In an alleywa
Elle and Mias: Chapter 14The moment Mias and Elle entered their quaint little room in the local inn, the sorcerer's confident demeanor fell and he stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. He was breathing heavily and holding his shoulder. Pain surged through his entire body, the effects of the pain relief medicine he took earlier that evening were wearing off and he couldn't bear to maintain his smug composure.Elle and Mias: Chapter 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle folded her arms across her chest and sighed. She had predicted he'd once again do something reckless to save his pride, but this was so plainly idiotic that Elle questioned his sanity. Still, it wouldn't sit well with her if she let him suffer, no matter how much a part of her desired it.
Mias' fingers fumbled with a vial he pulled out of his robes. He uncorked the tube and downed the contents eagerly, despite the bitter taste of the medicine. He wiped the excess fluid from his lips and rolled onto his back. He took control of his breathing and within a few minutes the pain soothed away
Him - Joker and Harley FicHim - Joker and Harley Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As she walked into the asylum, she immediately had butterflies. She was finally going to meet him. She hadnt been chosen first for the task, or second for that matter, but the others had apparently failed and she was next in line. Even so, she was still excited in a professional way, of course.
She signed in at the front desk and after showing the appropriate paperwork was escorted by a guard into the patient hall. As she followed the guard down the long, narrow hall she wondered which one was his. She could hear many pained and afflicted cries resonating around her from the rooms she passed; could one of them possibly be his? To her surprise, however, the guard led her through the door at the end into yet another hall.
It was as if she had stepped into a completely different world. Rather than the crisp white painted walls and th