Abnormally Destined: Chapter 7Abnormally DestinedAbnormally Destined: Chapter 72 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Project Begins
Since his meeting with the Coordinators, Hadrien had been up, looking through the information about the Ball. He had hardly gotten any sleep through the night and was constantly yawning, nodding off here and there while reading. He really wasn't looking forward to today.. today was going to be an even worse hell than the meeting. Today, Hadrien had promised Roland he would come to his house to get started on their work.
Hadrien rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Man.. the things I do for that sister of mine..." he mumbled.
He got up to make his way down to breakfast, not even bothering to dress himself yet. It had only been a couple of days, but he was already sick to death of dressing like Hedda. He definitely would like a moment to actually be Hadrien for once. He dragged himself downstairs and plopped himself into a seat across from Morganna, trying his best to stay up long enough to eat. As he filled his plate, he several times missed
MARY SUE COOKBOOK MARY SUE COOKBOOKMARY SUE COOKBOOK7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Small word of introduction: This little essay is based on my own experiences with OCs, Mary Sues and widely known fictional characters. The opinions expressed here are mine alone and I understand not everyone might agree with them. But that doesnt mean Im going to change my opinion just because someone thinks different. Im not anyones trained circus monkey.
If you are reading this, you probably know what a Mary Sue is. Just check Wikipedia or Encyclopedia Dramatica for various definitions. I personally think the most simple and accurate definition can be A Mary Sue is an overrated fictional character, that only her/his creator loves. Sues can be found in three basic places: fanfiction, original fiction and roleplays. Mary Sues are mostly created by 12-15 year old girls with a strong sense of insecurity. And here begins my story
Words To Avoid"Words To Avoid In Creative Writing"Words To Avoid5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We've all heard there are some no-no words in creative writing - these are words that you want to avoid "at all costs" some people say, but do you know which they are, and why you should avoid them? Well, I didn't the first time I saw a list of "words to avoid", and not surprisingly, a lot of people who write these lists don't know why either. (I know, SHOCK! GASP! just because someone wrote a guide doesn't mean they know what they're talking about.)
So, this morning I went on a word-finding spree to find these "word lists" and find out WHY I was supposed to avoid these words - and more importantly, HOW. This guide will explain what I discovered.
WARNING: Quite often in this guide I am going to use words I say you shouldn't. Do as I say, not as I do. I address one problem at a time so as not to confuse people, so yes, some of my examples will have several mistakes in them even if I only address one of those mistakes.
This Common BloodI am young when I first hear the word 'adoption'. I am so very young, perhaps three, maybe four. I accept it easily when my mother sits me down and explains that I did not grow beneath her heart, but rather in it. I nod my head, smile big, and ask when I'm getting a little sister. My mother kisses me on the forehead and puts her hand on my head as she stands up. "If you wish on a star, Sarah, maybe she will be here very soon." I practice my wishing until night's companions wink merrily in the sky.This Common Blood3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I turned seventeen just recently. I thought of you when I woke up, and I wondered if you were thinking of me. I like to think that you were, that we think of each other at the same time. That you know I think of you, too. There is no limit to what I wonder, Anna, not when it comes to me and you and everyone else that shares this common blood. I wonder if you have my eyes, the green with murky brown mostly, but bright and vivid when I am angry. Do you have the nose, lips, smile? Do
Loki x Pregnant! Reader |I Called It|Loki x Pregnant! Reader |I Called It|1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Loki paced outside of the bedroom chambers with all sorts of worries on his mind. (Name) was in labor, you see. And as her husband, he assumed that he would be allowed in to support her in the birth of his child. Unfortunately that wasn’t how it worked in Asgard, and so the husband was left to wait outside of the birthing room and simply pace and let the entire world fall apart around him as he wondered if his wife would be okay.
Seems legit to me.
“Brother, would you just calm down? I’m positive that Lady (Name) is alright.” Thor said as he sat by the window, a small sword in his hand as he played around with it.
“Do not try to comfort me, Brother!” He spat back. “She is obviously in pain. And yet, here I am, waiting to see if she is even alive or not!” Loki ran a hand through his hair as he turned on his heel once again. Thor simply shrugged, pondering his brother’s words.
“I still think you are worrying about this too much,
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
Real, Dream, or NightmareReal, Dream, or NightmareReal, Dream, or Nightmare4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if this world wasn't real?
I wouldn't know what to feel
What if this world is just a dream?
I could do as I so ever pleased
Maybe we aren't even alive
Perhaps we aren't even dead
We might be something caught in between
Or this world could be a nightmare
That would explain a lot
This world could be the hell we received
When Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit
Maybe this world is just a game
And a higher power moves use were it wishes
Many people wouldn't like the idea that there not in control
Perhaps this world is heaven
That disappointing if this is as good as it gets
How can tell if this world is real or not
Maybe this whole world is just a dream
Just one big twisted dream
By: AfroCairo/Manga Philosopher
This Nightmare ch. 8This Nightmare ch. 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up in the hotel we had spent the night in. I rolled over across the bed and grabbed the watch on the end table I usually keep in my pocket. 7:21 AM. I rolled out of bed and stepped over Fall who was sleeping on the floor and walked into the bathroom. "Hey Larry, how you feeling dead head?" I said quietly to the dead zombie soldier who was leaning against the doorway of the bathroom with his helmet covering his eyes. His name tag said Larry and was a private. I didn't believe he was a seasoned veteran. He looked like a young shangian wolf but his face was horribly mangled to the point where you could barely even tell his was Shangian if it wasn't for the fur covering the rest of his body.
I brushed my teeth and picked at the dried zombie blood still in my coat from my marvelous adventures. I took a shot of my favorite brand of whiskey and took the pipe out of my duffel bag with a dime bag worth of marijuana and packed it into the end of the pipe and
Quick Guide: Story OrganizingA Quick Guide to Organizing Your Fantasy/Sci-Fi NovelQuick Guide: Story Organizing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'm going to try and briefly cover World Building specifically for Fantasy and Science Fiction (though it will apply in general to any setting), both major and minor Characters, and some basics of Timeline here. I am not going to walk you step by step through how to write your own story, but you should (hopefully) get some useful tips out of this.
I never used to organize my novels before I started writing. I have so many stories in my head, I would just pick one and start writing. I didn't have trouble keeping to the same details of a given character because I knew them so well. But after taking such a long break from writing Missing Puzzle Pieces, I really needed to do some serious work. I don't remember all the details I had in my head back when I started... in fact, I've completely forgotten the original ending. For those of you who don't know my story, which starts
Gray ButterflyGray ButterflyGray Butterfly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down the stone path I saw a gate
A gate made of brimstone
On the other side of this gate
Was a beautiful yet colorless garden
The flowers in the garden were all gray, black ,and white
Millions of butterflies glided and fluttered in the breeze
But the butterflies were also colorless
I felt happy in this place for some reason
Happy, its crazy to be happy in such a dule place
Maybe because this place matches my aura
My aura of gray the color of nothingness
I lade on the black grass
Then a butterfly that was different from the others
This one was as colorful as the rainbow
I felt sick to my stomach
And I squashed the colorful butterfly
Then I was pieceful again
Main Street to the HighwayI hear them bragging,Main Street to the Highway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I tore it down once,
I can do it again."
But that's just wrong
Once it's gone,
Just wouldn't be the same.
Meanwhile everyone's trying out your name,
Without including the word "insane".
Just doesn't taste
Like you thought it would.
And so you're hiding,
of things you couldn't possibly know about,
That no one could ever tell you about,
Things that could never show.
These things we're not supposed to know.
Lurking beneath the surface.
With unknown purpose.
So we are still, and left wondering
If breaking barriers is worth it.
Ghosts of Ghosts of PeopleWith every one that was misplacedGhosts of Ghosts of People3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I still remember every face
And I still listen
To those same songs
And somehow I hear you
It's been so long
(We never said
The ghosts I chased are gone
Yet I'm still holding on
It's been so long
(It's time we said
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.Love it8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
Buring FleshBurning fleshBuring Flesh4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evil men shouting
A world filled with sin
People uncaring of the human life
Looking at my people as a pack of animals
Instead as individuals
Thats why they can kill my kind
I hear screaming children
To end it all is the only thing I can do
To burn is the only way
To show them the error in there ways
To show them what war does to people
This is my last resort
To set a fire to myself
And i'm confidant that this will end the suffering
You might think me to be a hero
But I just have a tolerence of zero
By: AfroCairo aka Manga Philosopher
QuietWhat we feelQuiet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That they would stop talking
DysomniaI loathe the requestsDysomnia2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you wear around your neck,
And the weight of your shoulders on mine.
I cringe at the thought
Of sentiments in stock, or not,
And of the warmth of your skin just in time.
And I bet, oh I bet
That I already regret
But I can’t listen or touch or speak or do or
With anyone or you.