Ten Tips for Writing1) Describe. Description is good, and you should always do it as much as you can. We know you see the world you want to show us, but we need to see it as well, every detail. Make good use of adjectives and adverbs. Metaphors, allegories, and references are your friends. When something happens, make sure all relevant questions of who, what, where, how are answered (unless, of course, it's a mystery). And during particularly influential events say, the introduction of a new character or setting, bringing to light a new concept or perspective in a dynamic character anything story-changing should be described as much as possible.Ten Tips for Writing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The van came to a halt at the corner of forty-third and eight, invisible aside from the strip of quarter-moonlight glinting off its mirrors. Four men stepped automatically from it, all dressed equally darkly, and equally silent.
Fragile MomentsFragile Moments6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stop me before I say too much
and nudge me if I don't
Accept me for all that I may do
and forgive me if I won't
Fraught with fear within my mind
sensing a mirage I cannot see
Twisted amongst the boughs of time
refusing to set me free
We remember what we want to
and forget what causes pain
No rhyme or reason in our thoughts
So random is the gain
Lay a hand upon my skin,
So ashen in all its white
Afraid of warmth and comfort,
such closeness causes flight
It sets my heart to beating
Such pounding in my chest
My soul is sent to fleeting
catching love that's lain to rest
Please stop me before I say too much
Please hold me if I don't
Please accept me for all that I may do
Please forgive me if I won't
Anything - Spirited AwayThe room was big, probably the biggest in the bathhouse, the screens that made the wallls where painted with colorful demons. A overwhelming smell of rotting meat filled the room and swelled from the two sources - the litter on the floor and the plain, if enormous, spirit in the middle of the room.Anything - Spirited Away5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
He offered her food.
But she just sat, and waited.
He offered her gold.
But she stayed where she was.
What did she want? Why was she different than everyone else? She was nothing like the people he had attracted.
So he offered her everything she ever wanted.
Just come closer, Sen. and I'll give you anything. What do you want?
She wanted to leave.
Arcane Metamorphosis Chapter 1Arcane Metamorphosis8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
October 28, 2030
I wasnt born yet when the evolution of the races arose, when life took a single leap forward toward diversity. Some say life took a leap into the fantastical, and perhaps theyre right, but for me, this world is merely normal. I never lived in a time when there was peace, in a time when people were allowed to walk the streets without fear of being discovered by some evil in the world. You see, when the various races evolved into being (elves, drow, sidhe, orcs to name a few), so too evolved into being factions of humans whose sole purpose was to hunt down and destroy the races. Th
memories' betrayalmemories' betrayal8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Walking down the empty corridors of the fire nation palace, his footsteps echoing hollowly back to him, the prince of the kingdom cursed the darkness for bringing back memories he had wished to lock away. As he walked, the red and gold painted walls turned darker into a shade of sickly green, and he could almost hear the soft drops of water falling from the ceiling, down into the puddles that gathered on the floor. If he didnt know that the monsoon hadnt arrived yet, he would have sworn that the walls were gathering moisture.
His shoes didnt echo back with the dull thud of wood, but from strong stonewalls, endlessly thick to prevent the water from the lake to burst through. He was walking down that familiar path again, eyes used to the darkness because he was the Blue Spirit, silently creeping around in search of his goal, the Avatars bison. Then later on, he was running down that way again, this time looking for the exit.
The images came quicker than he could s
HospitalIt paints bleak picturesHospital6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with brushes dipped in you -
the terse blues
of lonely winters
spent with dying family
in the shuffling white
where feet clattered
and death beds reeked
of sour pity,
the aching red
looming under blankets
and propping up pillows,
of battered sunlight
spilled across bedpans
and oxygen tanks
and the bleached
and silver grey
of the nurse's
Pandoras BoxOpen the box and take a look inside,Pandoras Box9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a deep breath and let the sin fill you.
Feel the power surge throughout you
As the darkness flows through your veins
And infects the inner sanctum of your mind.
An eternity of pain unleashed in a moment,
The greatest of darkness descends upon the world
And the glorious, thus, are damned.
Sin unleashed forever, Gods trap undone
And the world forsaken as Adam bit the fruit
As once millennia ago in Eden's sacred groves.
And once more mankind is exiled,
Not from paradise, but from Gods reach entirely.
The spirits within ravage the world utterly,
Slaughter in the name of them is rife
And mankind has doomed itself into the lowest circles of Hell.
I am His highest minion and here to the box I bring you
And give you this tale of dark times.
Open the box and set its power free upon the world once more.
Lucifer will bless thee for it.
I see the look in your eyes as you handle the box,
That mixture of fear and apprehension
Intertwined with lust, lust for
Tea TimeTo meTea Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tea tastes timeless,
like lingering hope;
taste telling stories
of times long past,
forgotten memories brought back,
mirrored in black
English Breakfast Tea.
Double Edge SwordHe was always a careless boyDouble Edge Sword7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanton and free
Scarred and proud
of the way he opened my mouth
and rendered me speechless
with a slither of
words that made my
and heart weaker
I resisted until I fell
and cut my knuckles against
his chest, beating down
a reckless laugh
that knows no mercy
for what he can't capture and have
like the broken toys of his youth
possessed but used
and in the end
nothing more than the play thing
of an imagination run wild
Lies are all funLies are all fun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love these things, they tell a story, a point of view
I love it when I hear these things
People are sadden
They get agnery wish they could have stop it
I love how people lie
Almost every word out of their mouth is a lie
True love never exist
Both are the same
They say something different but the outcomes identical
I just love how people see one another
How they lie
How they wish to be one
But not with the other
These fun little notes
These bloody walls that cage
It all about the fun
Fun for only a few
I love how they never tell the truth
I love how the last line is going to be
Every word is a lie
Telling the truth
I love how I won't be here tomorrow
To join in the fun.
Free FallingLittle boy how you charm me withFree Falling7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your linguist tug of war
running into the wind without
thought for the rocks in the way
marring the sky with your
dirty fingernails and scabbed knees
you grabbed my hand and lead
me through the thistle
leaving me battered and bruised
I would find the thing
that would bring you
peace of heart
The Phantom QueenRaven marked, wolf-bit.The Phantom Queen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She has set Her sights on me.
Ever is She behind me,
lurking in the shadows.
It will not be Her graceful gentility
I shall see,
but Her cold, dark embrace
I shall feel.
The Phantom Queen calls to me.
I am bound to follow Her,
all the way to the Otherworld.
My flat refusals of Her
are to no avail.
The Morrighan believes in me,
and now it is Her I believe in.
She has washed my armor,
with Her own pale hands.
Only this morning
did I happen upon
the mournful scene.
A baleful look,
in Her dark eyes,
fixed me to the spot.
I could not look away,
morbidly seeing every detail,
removing all doubt that
the armor was my own.
As we take the field,
I can hear Her voice,
above the winds,
I can feel the feathers
of Her messenger
touch my cheek.
Screams of the dying
cannot drown out
The blood on my face,
does not wash away
the tickle of a raven feather.
Still I charge,
knowing my fate is sealed,
and come out the other side,
wrapped in Her embrace,
shatteredFate had a cruel weapon and she didnt hesitate to use them to the fullest, one being repetition and the other irony. So it came to be that they would meet again, in the gardens of his mother, the only place he felt at ease and at the same time the only source of water. Ironic that she would be her strongest because of the eclipse while he was at his weakest, and while the flames died, she would have a supply of water.shattered8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When she came across him, in the very place that represented the fire nation best, with all the broken walls and the dying plants (a place that used to be one of the most splendid that the palace had had to offer, now only a sad ruin), she challenged him to a duel, to finally lay to rest their differences. But she came too late, he had given up his sanity in this place of shame, knowing that the Avatar was alive and by so would come to defeat the fire lord and take his honour once again. Not only that, but also the only support he had, his uncle who had been the las
My Life as a Companion Ch.2Ch.2My Life as a Companion Ch.26 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stared with frustration at the cloth in my hands. "Madame, I truly don't understand. Do I stitch upwards and then pivot, or..."
"No, no. You silly child," my mentor scolded, taking the cloth from my hands. "Watch my hands," she instructed. Dutifully, I did as I was told. However, I still didn't understand how to do what she wanted me to. After she completed the stitch, she took it out and handed the fabric back to me. "Your highness, do you understand now?" Her tone was harsh and her eyes unkind.
I simply nodded and tried to copy what I'd seen.
I jumped slightly and winced as I pricked my finger. The needle slipped from my fingers pulling the thread, and before I knew what happened, my work fell to the floor along with it. I was horrified and looked from it to the scowling pinched face of my mentor.
"I am so sorry." I hastily took the cloth from the floor and realized with another surge of horror that the little bit of blood drawn by the needle was now on the fabric.
A True MonsterA Monsters Vs. Aliens fanfiction.A True Monster6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clack clack clack
The large corridor was silent, save for the loud footsteps of Ginormica. It only reminded her of how alone she was, how she was the only one now who could fight that...that monster.
How could anybody be so cruel? How could anybody show such arbitrary violence? How could anybody be so dismissive of life? Susan tried to think of some kind of reason: was his wife shot in front of him? Or his children? Or did his artificially-gained intelligence drive him insane? But there was simply no plausible excuse for his actions.
The tall white-haired woman wiped away large, angry tears, recalling the destroyed city, the charred bodies nobody had been spared in the random, unprovoked slaughter. She had even seen the small figure of a mother slumped over her babys carriage as if trying to protect her child before her attacker mercilessly killed her.
Of course, after that, General Monger had started a very thorough
maester's chainsome call them 'priests of knowledge',maester's chain4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and others 'knights of the mind';
those by the citadel chained
and the maester's title gained
have lost more that's worth knowing
than e'er one could hope to find.
a chain forged of links,
these links forged from the world's bones;
each link for a school.
black iron for ravenry,
for the keeper of the croft;
bronze is for reading the stars,
tellers of those tales aloft;
copper is for history,
summer's heats and winter's frosts.
each link for a school;
a life pledged into service
to realm, not to man.
pale steel is for smithing,
for the anvil and hammer;
iron's for the art of war,
for battle's deadly clamor;