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_{"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." —Anaïs Nin

"This (writing) is the love of your life. It's what I want to do when I wake up. Nothing feels so absorbing, so fulfilling." —Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)

"I just write what I wanted to write. I write what amuses me. It's totally for myself." —J. K. Rowling

"A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down." —Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Sometimes you have to go on when you don't feel like it, and sometimes you're doing good work when it feels like all you're managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position." —Stephen King

"All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand." —George Orwell}

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Prompts 5

by KesiLegend, Dec 3, 2010, 3:00:49 PM
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I'm so sorry for the HUGE delay on the prompts- I've been rather carried away with my exams and revising for the exams and then coursework, hurrah!

But still, here are some more prompts for you!

I forget which type of prompts I'm on now, so I'll go for Title Prompts.

Who Could Forget?

Misfit

Lookalike

Black Snow

Thorn in my Side

And that's all for nowwww

Kes xX

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Prompts 4

by KesiLegend, Oct 14, 2010, 10:51:50 AM
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Alrighties, more prompts I think are in order. Time for the picture prompts!

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Have fun with them!

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_{It began with a lazy morning when the only inspiration one finds is slopping butter on a slice of toasted bread and calling it breakfast. That’s the kind of thing that makes miracles, surprisingly enough, but it’s also the kind of morning that calls for a little push to get a writer’s words going. All those mediocre, overdone prompts that came up on a quest for a good writing prompt on Google and other browsers are what inspired this group, and I hope that all of the other writer’s who have gone through similar happenings love this idea as much as I do.}

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So you want to write a story? - Writing guideSo, a lot of people seemed to like some of my writing guides and tutorials(mostly on other sites where it’s noticed and suffers less competition, but hey, whatever). So, I’m trying to do some more, see if they help anyone. If they do, well great, I guess I can say I accomplished something. I don’t think this was written all that well but whatever, here it is.
But where to begin???
First, to have a story, you have to have…well…an idea! An idea and a little creativity.
Sometimes you get an idea that doesn’t quite work when you first think of it, but don’t worry.
I have quite a lot of ideas. Some work, some don’t. Some don’t work until you spend a lot of time thinking about and polishing them. These ideas don’t have to be grand, they can be incredibly small.
They can start with a simple thought or the punch-line of a joke(my next book after Fosterling may end up being based off a very creative and hilarious joke that pas

Fire The fire illuminated my face as I watched it flickering amongst the logs, glowing and burning. The heat beamed upon my body, warm with love and affection.
The flames twirled, twisted and curled in a fiery dance. Blazing horses ran across the red plains. Phoenixes soared through the lapping inferno. Dragons rose upon the crimson waves. A story being told in every second.
The crackling filled my ears and the burnt smell of seared lumber lingered near my nostrils.
It smiled at me, offering me a safe and secure hearth. Its gleaming arms beckoned, presenting protection. These were the characteristics of a sheltered haven.
But…then the blaze withdrew its warmth and slowly subsided till only a tiny spark was left, revealing a cold and barren wasteland, the homeland of death and infertility.

The Definition of Writing I love writing. It is my passion, my obsession and my relief. It helps me pass through predicaments. It helps me pass through difficult periods.
I can express my thoughts and feelings with no shame or worries… with no reservation or qualms.
When I write I can transform into anything. I can fly. I can be a hero. I can be nothing and everything.
Writing is my soul and my life. It is where I can find a peaceful sanctuary that accepts me for who I am. It is where I belong.
A death in the family. The agony of a cracked heart. The fear encountered. Writing is my shelter…my refuge…my place.
When I am in distress. When I am crying in anguish. When I feel that all hope is lost, I escape to writing. I feel safe there. I feel alive.
Writing is my own private world. Here I can create, remake and construct something with just the purity of words. They are my building blocks and the pencil is the tool I use.
This is what wr

Chapter 1: Flame PointsThe sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted

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Look-A-LikeA tear bites
Lashes bat it away
Eyes not puffy
Nor swollen
Who could guess?
She does it so easily
So smoothly
No one can tell the difference.
Her heart aches
Like a knife has stabbed it
Left bottom…
Right top…
Sometimes all over
But she smiles
As if nothing is wrong.
She laughs
And her eyes scrunch up
At the corners.
She applies make-up
On rare occasions
To make herself feel pretty.
But looking in the mirror
Glamour she sees not
But a face,
Long and sad…
The same blue eyes
Same blonde hair
Same peachy-pink lips
But she could be
Somebody completely different.
Her eyes droop
With the sorrow she hides
Her lips don't even tug
Not upward
At the corners.
And when she tries a smile
It just looks forced.
Not gleeful
Or joyous.
This person she sees
Staring back at her
Behind the glass
It's nothing
But a look-a-like.
Or is the flesh-and-blood
Standing behind the sink
Is it she who is
The true look-a-like?

Who Could Forget?"Who could forget?" you ask.
Who could forget that very first moment,
The second you knew they were the one?
Who could forget the very first word,
The first thing they said to you?
Who could forget the place,
That very special place you met them?
Who could forget the feeling,
When their lips first touched yours?
I guess I'm the one who can.
As much as I reach, as much I grasp and grab,
It all slips further and further away from me.
That first moment, that first word, that place and that feeling.
They're fading, and I can't stop them.
Who could forget the one they love the most?
Don't let me be the one who can.

Atricolor Nix"Hmm."
"What is it, No. 4?" inquired No. 9
"I believe I have discovered the answer to Zylcona's Dilemma." the metallic sea-green colored robot replied with a hint of satisfaction.
The jet black robot known as No. 9 said, "Very good, No. 4. We must inform the Concentorate immediately." And they both began the long walk back to the Intarium, the triangular-shaped laboratory of burnished copper and glass which stood upon the plains of El Tarene.
"The inspection team has returned. I'm told they found something interesting today." said Testan, a burgundy and gold robot, who was one of the Concentorate Seven. These seven robots comprised the authority on El Tarene, especially concerning discoveries of this magnitude. Sitting beside him was Sincaid, Chairman of the Seven. Resplendent in silver and indigo, he chuckled in a deep voice, "We shall see, Testan." He turned to the attendant standing beside his chair. "Send them in, Orlos."
No. 4 and No. 9 stood before the Concentorate, side by side

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chambers like tombstonesOn the other side of the street a window was brightly enlightened.
A couple.
With the help of their gestures one wasn’t able to determine whether they were fighting, planning the next day or were simply telling each other how much they love their counterpart, as if it has been the easiest and most normal thing to do. The pool of light from across the street was standing in a stark contrast to the dimness in her room. She stood up to do something, but seemed to realize that there was nothing she could do. She sat down again and turned her gaze back to the stained glass of the window. Across the road the man was taking something out of the fridge and then both left the kitchen and thereby my field of vision.
Again - she was alone.
In a room with too many things that meant too much to her.
It was dark and only the scanty and unhealthy light of the streetlamps slightly illuminated the attic.
The air was muggy, but she didn’t open the window since the half- loud silence of the a

Downpour I watched the rain pour down from the murky, dreary sky, waiting for my dad to come home after ten years. Even when I’m inside, the damp smell of the rain hovers mixing with the burning wood from the fireplace. I huddled tighter in my blanket. The feeling of warmth and cosiness ebbs through me.
My eyes wandered around, staring through the window again. It fascinated me, rain, the endless cycle of Mother Nature. The droplets of water sliding down on the glass reminded me of tears trickling down on someone’s face. Just like tears, it is a clear liquid and just like tears, it causes the atmosphere to sullen. The only cure is happiness, love and heat.
I wrapped my hands around the smooth mug. It contained a soft, dark brown liquid that ripples as I touch it. Hot chocolate. The beverage soothed my numbness and my anticipation. A sudden strike of light woke me from the unconsciousness I was slipping to and after a few seconds rumbling followed.
I could

Lost and Fading The feeling of lost when it feels like someone from my life is fading or have already disappeared is painful. I hate the feeling. It is one of the heartfelt sadness in your life.
You will miss the smile upon the person’s face…the way their face shone through happy times and the time when you laugh with them. You will remember the blissful times spent together…close…and the times when both of you used the strongest strength in the world, love and friendship, to pull through struggles.
You feel consumed in hopelessness. To remember their smile is painful. To remember their laughter is torture. Why does this have to happen? You would think that someone this close to you…someone that you love would of created an unbreakable connection…but now you watch as the bonds between you and them slowly tore apart.
You remember their smile…the way they talked…the way they comforted you through difficulties and hardship

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Novells and Novels

Never-Born Fosterling Prologue SnippetHarsh, pained breaths escaped from chapped lips as he swiped his tongue across their cracked surface. He surveyed his handiwork in the dimly lit room, arms hanging limply at his sides, baggy sleeves dotted in a medley of blood.
The once white gauze that covered both sides of his face, one side more heavily bandaged, was stained with his own blood from a sizeable wound connecting brow to jawline on the left side.
He reached up with his free hand and wiped his sleeve across his face, smudging the blood spots on his skin – ones that were not his own.
In the other hand gleamed a long, guard-less blade, its razor edge silver and its spine black. Light glinted off not only the metal but the thick, red coating of blood that dripped off the downturned tip.
I hate them…<

Beta Reader?Would anyone be interested in looking over and helping me to edit and polish my first 25 chapters of Fosterling: The Crow's Nest? Only the first 25 that I have up publicly. It's not the unedited version I have up on DA(was too lazy to go back and replace it and re-do all the coding brackets when I did corrections on the Word documents) but the already-sort-of-edited versions. I haven't been able to find a constant beta reader or editor that hasn't up and disappeared after the first couple of chapters for some reason or anther, and the person I had in mind when I started this project became too busy to do it, so I'm in the market for a beta reader/editor to help me polish up my work.

Of course I'm looking for someone who's a good english reader and writer, mainly, who would be fine and comfortable to suggest changes in sentences or suggesting replacement vocabulary and the like, has good attention to grammer and flow, etc. since I do plan to eventually pub

Serendipity--Amy's Chapter 2: Another Reality“Bring to me…….. create a circle with salt, inside the circle mark the symbols of the bells in salt. Make sure the largest bell’s symbol faces your front and the smallest to your back.... the second to smallest should be to the top of your left shoulder and the second biggest should be to the bottom of your right shoulder. Third smallest should be to your right and third biggest to your left…. The remaining should be below you. Create another salt circle so that the symbols are trapped between two circles of salt, except the one below you….be sure not to smudge any of the salt. And then say ‘Open the Gate to the World of Perditus and for I have gone astray.’ I will be there to claim the bells.”
Amy starts rummaging around for a container of salt. She finds a container of salt in the closet, where she was.
Finally, something that works for me!
Amy takes a tiny taste to make sure it's r

Serendipity--Lynn's Chapter 1: The Room   Lynn finds herself in an unfamiliar room. She gets up and loosk at her surroundings, and wonders how she got here. As she looks around Lynn notices that she's in a large, well lit hall. The kind you might expect to be in a museum. While the walls and edges have the artistic flair of an architect's hand, there dosn't appear to be anything on the walls, nor any show cases. The floor appears to be marble. The hall stretches out to her left and to her right.
   "Oh crap... I hate museums..." Lynn takes the path down the right side of the hall.
How did I get here...
   Lynn looks for other people around and calls out, "Hello?" She hears an echo down the creepy hallway
   "This is just great.."
   As Lynn goes down the hallway to the right she enters a section of the hall devoted to mirrors. The entire hall looks to be made of a single mirror. The mirrors reflect Lynn and the previous hall, yet they don't seem to reflect each

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Poetry

HaikuMoon shines bright in the sky
As the wind blows through the leaves
Into the silent night of spring

Hush little aliceHush little Alice everything will be okay
I already know it wasn't you who started the flames
Society mocks you and calls you insane
T'was it really wonderland that's to blame?
or is it the fault of the infernal train?
either way Wonderland has become...
decayed

One who treads aloneI don’t know who I am.
I was looking at some old photographs
And now I am lost
Between being carried to bed
Like a ghost
And stumbling down the stairs
To reach the north.
I was told there would be
Nordic lights in the sky
Like fingers, reaching up
To the emerald green universe.
The stars are no longer
Holes in a great curtain,
That is severing the Creator
From the ants.
There are fairies guiding
My dreaming words to
Their graves, a flock of
Cloud-sheep and the
Mighty teapot-dragon
Are beside my nest
To bite through the rungs
Of the ladder.
I am looking at pictures of me
But there is no ME
-Only a strange girl-
Already misfitting under
The happy toddlers.
This is a brave soldier:
Stand there
Don’t move
Don’t cry
Don’t laugh.
You know you’re being filmed.
Just wait til it’s over.
It has to be over sometime.
Guess why there are so
Few pictures of me as a kid –
I was no happy toy soldier
J was only brave.

We are dancing the horizontal Backwards-MamboRegression
Famous for being of a kind
Shrinking back to being a child,
pulling out the old eels
from holes in the body.
They've lived there for a long time
but -time- it was to take a look
behind the shadow.
Growing back to who we were -
I am still tall enough
to scratch out your eyes.

Poetry

Fanfiction

Beauty and the Beast: DBZ Style (Ver. 1), Chap. 3 Guest, Not Prisoner
After a while, Videl slowly opened her door and tiptoed down the hall. “Well, it’s great to finally see you out and about.” Videl glanced down, seeing Goku grinning at her. “So what’s up?”
Videl admitted “I am starting to get hungry.”
Right at that second, Chi-Chi appeared around the corner and exclaimed “I knew you would come to your senses, dear. Follow me!”
So Videl followed the teapot to the dining room. Just as Videl sat down, Vegeta snapped at Chi-Chi “What are you doing, you idiot?! You know what the master said!”
Chi-Chi gave the clock a little slap and said firmly “The girl is still in our care, and I will not let her starve! Besides, the master needs to learn somehow.”
Before long, several gourmet meals were presented to Videl by the numerous other utensils and carts. They even entertained her with marvel

Beauty and the Beast: DBZ Style (Ver. 1), Chap. 2 Attempted Proposal
The next morning, Sharpner and Krillin gathered a small crowd outside of Videl’s cottage. Sharpner was dressed very formally. “Videl doesn’t know it yet, but this is the best day of her life.” He said confidently to Krillin. “You know what to do, right?”
Krillin replied “When you bring her outside and call out ‘surprise,’ I have the band start playing music.”
“Exactly!” Sharpner said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He then walked up to the cottage and knocked on the door.
Before opening the door, Videl peeked through the peephole. Upon seeing it was Sharpner, she sighed in disgust. Videl opened the door, and Sharpner practically barged inside.
“Sharpner!” Videl cried. “What a…surprise this is.”
Her admirer responded “You should be surprised, and excited

Beauty and the Beast: DBZ Style (Ver. 1), Chap. 1Prologue
In a beautiful castle surrounded by forests and mountains lived a young prince named Gohan. Prince Gohan was tall, physically strong, had black eyes and black hair which was short and spiky, with a lock of bangs that fell over his forehead. Although he had everything anyone could ever desire, Prince Gohan was spoiled, selfish, and rotten to the core.
One stormy night, a beggar man arrived at the castle seeking shelter. He offered Prince Gohan a single red rose in exchange for a night at his castle. The prince saw that this beggar was very elderly, with deep wrinkles and a thin white moustache. He also had light purple skin, which was very weird. Disgusted by the mystery man’s appearance and unimpressed by the offering, Prince Gohan turned the stranger away. The beggar warned the prince not to judge by appearance alone, and that true beauty is found within. Prince Gohan ignored the man and d

Ichabod Crane: Captive SoulThe flaming pumpkin struck Ichabod Crane with surprising force. Next thing the schoolmaster knew, he was falling backward off his horse and quickly blacked out. Before long, Ichabod awoke in the same spot. But he was standing instead of laying on the ground. He glanced around, searching for Gunpowder the horse. Alas, the animal was nowhere to be seen.
Then Ichabod noticed his hat laying next to the shattered pumpkin. He knelt and tried to pick it up, but to the schoolmaster’s horror his hand passed right through the hat! Ichabod then attempted to pick up the shattered pumpkin bits, but with the same result. Not sure what to do, he ran across the bridge. It wasn’t until after he arrived on the other side, that Ichabod realized his footsteps didn’t make any noise! He then walked up to the brook and looked in the water. To the poor fellow’s terror, he had no reflection! It was still dark

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checkyeschloe Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2015 Hobbyist Writer

Is this group still active? would like to join if it is. also new prompts please!!

wolfMancub Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012

Thank you for the affiliation!

kodythedog422 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2011 Professional Writer

Would you be interested in affilating with us?

KesiLegend Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Gah, sorry about such a late response, this place is kinda dead. x.X I dunno where the other admins are...

but sure, I'll speak for the others and say I'd like to affiliate