Solar EclipseFiery brillianceSolar Eclipse8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is seemingly exstinguished
as Moon crosses Sun.
Dressing Yesterday," you said, "I went through my closet and paired a tie with each one of my shirts."Dressing6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You seemed pleased, and Siera smiled a little.
"I've got one whole room just to get dressed in," you added. Since Danah moved out, you didn't.
She wanted to hug you, but couldn't - it was a rule, kind of. No hugging, no kissing. Not since she moved out. It was implied.
So you sat with her on the couch, and tempted Berkeley to sit between you. The cat took up a lot of room, but your fingers brushed hers along the long, narrow expanses of tabby-stripe.
"So, hey. Thanks."
"Please don't say thank you."
"What do you want me to say? I appreciate that you came out here."&
PretendPretend9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you
from the corners of my
A shadow in a
sea of memories.
Let's have coffee tomorrow night
and pretend that
everything is wonderful--
as if I didn't
crush your heart
like the broken leaves
on grey October sidewalks.
Let's run away together
and pretend that
life is what it used to be--
before I wiped away
each little drop of hope
that dripped between
your pale fingertips.
Let's kiss under the stars
we're still in love...
And I wonder if you
see me in the corners
of your lonely eyes.
A shadow in a
sea of memories.
RaskolOur son and his wife sleep in separate rooms. They are painted the same colour and bear identical scars but are separated by a hall so long that by the time I walk from one end to the other, I am too tired to compare and know what is different.Raskol6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That is the convenience of an oversized house, I think, that we did not have in our small one-room apartmentthey never have to see each others faces. You remember the nights when we were given no choice but to lie next to each other, against the hard corner, when we were seething in each others anger. How wonderful it might have been to stare at a blank wall, letting the heat of our hands seep into the plaster until we forgot each other, and how to be angry.
I never told you the fear I had inside my heart every time we tore apart and came back together again, that we would forget how closely we fit, or that in the short intervals when we were apart, a piece of the puzzle would come loose against us like a grain of sand, until w
You Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little AubadeIf, perhaps, you had turned at that momentYou Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little Aubade3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and your hair had caught in your fingers,
the straw being fed into the spindle, struck
by the high, thin light of first waking, the whorl
of a single line descendent from the sun, born
watery from the gap below one velveteen curtain,
all of it staining over gold and dusty and slow,
the edge of your mouth might have met the edge
of my mouth, narrow gaps both without attention
openingif, perhaps you had turned again,
your hand could have met the curve of my neck,
your canvas rough fingers tying knots of my hair
and I would have sighed, thick spreading in your ear
like the light itself learning to speak in tongues
you might understandif perhaps you had
opened your eyes, squinting, eyelashes caged
together, it all would have been edgeless and bright.
19. GrayHe always loved the colour gray-19. Gray8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was a stranger standing in the middle of the lawn,
discouraged by the pouring rain
but ever-waiting for her chance to say
shall we dance?
He would nod,
a silent gesture so as to say
let's dance beneath this crumbling sky
and wash our cares away;
let's fall into each other's arms with nothing left to say.
unknown but so familiar,
would grasp his hand and spin into his arms-
what a beautiful dream wrapped up in a sky-soaked smile.
She would nod,
a silent gesture so as to say
let's glide beneath this drifting fog
and fall in love, a breath away;
let's melt into each other's arms with nothing left to say.
I'll be your colour gray.
11 Awesome Websites for Writers11 Awesome Websites for Writers6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Other writers I follow are constantly posting articles from this site, and for good reason! You don't have to be a teen to take advantage of their extensive writers-education articles on topics like character background, getting published, how to get good inspiration, developing ideas, writing prompts, and much more! They’ve also got a great Pinterest account and a Facebook group with a fun and helpful community.
If you’ve been in the online writing community long, chances
This RoadThis Road7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A path leaves me a decision,
Where right and wrong are my choices.
And from both roads I hear these voices.
Conversations in the distance, they begin to appear.
Friends and family, I too can hear.
Between this fork,
I begin my journey.
Eyes closed, fatigue is upon me.
Rest now, what is it that I see.
Leaves scatter and bluebirds chirp.
Squirrels chatter as winds blow.
Butterflies flutter while clouds float by.
Light gone, turning black.
Standing up, looking back,
Troubles I fear and courage I lack.
The road revealing itself to be,
A path with plenty of pleasure but,
With pleasure comes waves of misery.
Emotions all over, flooding me.
Panic flows, like water into sea.
Heart racing towards the end.
Consequences I make that I reprehend.
But wiser I am from this path I take.
Night gone as morning breaks.
And I walk, because now I see.
The beauty that is all around me.
Your EyesYour Eyes11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Earth and all her jubilee and might,
and self-inflicted hardship overcome,
and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right
no more can tell her doctors from the Sun-
with science and scripture stirred and made the same,
and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold,
and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name,
and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,
thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew,
as each one treads your lashes and your hair,
but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew;
and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-
and don the golden makeup and disguise,
as lashes keep the sunlight from your eyes.
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
Song of Storms LyricsRainy daysSong of Storms Lyrics7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lightning crashes overhead
Wind whips around
Thunder blasts down
Nature clashes with itself
Time will calm this war
See the sky
Hear it's cry
Teardrops falling to the ground
Color has fled
Greyness has spread
Flee this place
Flee this place
Sadness leaking overhead
Time will soothe this war
Clouds are bawling endlessly
Darkness has spanned
Flooding this land
Through the fall
Light is peering through the clouds
Time will calm this war
Sunlight beams through lawlessness
Raindrops still fall
Soothing this brawl
Spread across the gleaming sky
Time will end this war
chasing birdsyou could think this absurd,chasing birds8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but loving you
is like chasing birds
Found WishesA man wished upon a star,Found Wishes7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Begging wonders from above,
Hoping endless truthful love,
Fascinating soft emotion,
Ever gentle, pure devotion,
That would fill his wanting heart,
For he wished upon a star,
Begging wonders from above
A man wished upon the sea,
Wanting only some affection,
That will sway him to salvation,
In the arms of one who care,
And forever moments share,
If the world could only see,
That he wished upon the sea,
Wanting only some affection
A man wished upon full moon,
For eternal adoration,
For an angel of perfection,
That would cast away his fears,
That would softly clear the tears,
And would come and kiss him soon,
Since he wished upon full moon,
For eternal adoration
A man wished upon a flower,
For the woman of his dreams,
For the kind that gently sings,
For the one that he could hold,
And together they would mold,
Flawless love of endless power,
And as he wished upon the flower,
He saw the woman of his dreams
Story Structure: Plot PointsStory Structure: Plot Points8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A story without structure is like a body without bones: it’s messy and won’t get very far. Structure gives both you and your readers a clear sense of direction and purpose. If you check around for story structure outlines, many of them will based on Blake Snyder’s Beat Sheet. It is a basic plot structure, typically used in screenwriting. However, it can really apply to any media form because it follows a basic three act structure. This one is somewhat based on Snyder’s outline as well. Note that all of the elements of this outline are not completely set in stone, but this is a good structure for sequence of events. Sometimes it's hard to analyze exactly where every point of a story falls into the beat sheet, but you'll get the idea. The three most basic ingredients you need before you can fill out the details of this structure are: a protagonist, a goal
The SunThe Sun11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It rose in the east,
As dark as always,
Pouring a gray light on me.
It set in the west.
It left me here
As the world is fading to black.
She rose in the west again,
Brighter than ever,
As she gives colours to the land.
She still floats there,
Brighter than yesterday,
Attracting me like a magnet.
Giving Prose Visual AppealAnyone who's spent any time reading text on a computer screen can tell you that things such as font, spacing, formatting, and size all play a role in how well a text is received. Often times people make comments that disregard the importance of formatting a text. What these people fail to realize is that many people find it difficult to read certain things, not because they're lazy, old, or uncool, but because they have vision problems that prevent them from digesting entire blocks of text with no clear paragraph breaks or focusing on more than a line or two of bold/italic writing. In fact, even people with 20/20 vision have a difficult time maintaining focus if text is improperly formatted. That's why we have proper formatting guidelines to begin with! With that in mind, WordCount is offering this quick guide to making your prose more appealing to the general public.Giving Prose Visual Appeal8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Quick Reference List
1. Do not use subs
FreedomThe cage is open, but your wings are still clipped.Freedom2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
--mirage----mirage--12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer know who I am.
I decorate my shell as the mirage I suspect you yearn to swim in, entranced with
the quench of feminine attention, unconcerned with the slug inside.
I can't share what I don't have.
So yes, drinks, dinner, or just your time,
Stare into my eyes, gawk at my body but please…….don't look at me.
I turn to dust in silence.
I'm an open book, in a language you'll never comprehend…..a public statue whose reference you don't recognize yet use as a landmark of your experience.
Feel the braille on my lips.
So leave me here, in your fantasy, in your dream, in your darkness……its where I feel the safest anyway......
Common Errors: Then and ThanWhile most writers have little or no trouble distinguishing the two similar words then and than, there are some that frequently confuse them. That is, then is often or always used by some in place of than.Common Errors: Then and Than6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Then is the adverb that describes a point in time. You might use it to refer to a time already mentioned, in the same way as one might use a pronoun in place of a name.
Andrew went to university in 1996. He was eighteen then.
Whilst this is not a very interesting sentence, and would need touching up if it were to be used in fiction, it serves its purpose for this guide.
You might also use then to mean after that.
We had dinner, and then we went to see a film.
There are a few other uses for the word then, as most good dictionaries will attest, and most people know what these are. This being the case, I shant go into any more detail on
How to Critique Literature WellYou, too, can refrain from sucking at giving critical feedback!How to Critique Literature Well2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
First, for the love of fella, TAKE THE TIME AND READ THE MATERIAL. The author already knows what they've written. If you try to skim and then sound like you know what you're talking about, guess what, YOU WON'T. Read it multiple times, make sure you understand it, ask questions if you need clarification, but KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
Second, if you read into something too much and the writer says, "no, that's not what I meant. the sky really was just blue." then DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TRY TO CONVINCE THE AUTHOR THAT YOU'RE RIGHT AND THEY'RE WRONG. If the sky was blue, then the sky was blue! Don't try to imagine something that isn't there. You're just making a fool of yourself if you keep insisting!
Third, EXPLAIN WHAT YOU MEAN! If you tell the author that something sounded "insert describing word here" tell the author what you mean by that. Not everyone's d