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Essentials of a Short Story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quotes raped from a critique of Nathanial Hawthorn's Twice Told Tales by Edgar Allen Poe - 1837 Edgar Allen Poe, celebrated as one of the finest short fiction writers of all time, was also a literary critic. These are bits of his wisdom on writing short stories, gleaned from one of his critiques. "The true critic will but demand that that the (story's) design intended be accomplished, to the fullest extent, by the means most advantageously applicable…" -- Poe Poe's Prerequisites -- in a Nutshell: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To deliver fullest satisfaction, a short story should be structured: 1) To be read...

It started out harmless enough, as all things involving Tony Stark did. He wasn't malicious or conniving by nature, no, he just knew how to get his way…most of the time. And when one has natural charm and charisma, would it not be prudent to use said attributes to one's advantage? Again, no. He really couldn't care less about all the fame and admiration his money and legacy brought him, despite what the tabloids would have people believe. He wanted, and felt he deserved, to be admired and sought after for his genius and engineering aspects that were slowly helping the world become a better place; the natural charm and charisma were just ge...

You don’t know why you let Eren talk you into this. It was stupid, it wouldn’t work, you should just go home before your date shows up.But you couldn’t.You desperately wanted to call it all off, but you didn’t have his contact information.That’s right, you allowed your friend and math class study buddy, Eren Jaeger, to set you up on a blind date. He’d been broaching you on the subject for nearly a month now, and you finally gave in a few days ago.Thoughts of doubt flew through your mind as you waited for the mystery man in the café. What if he was mean? What if he had Jaeger’s dumb sense of humor? What if he smelled like rotten cabbages? A...

I still remember the day I got my first ever Pokémon game. I was around 8-10 years old at the time. My mum and dad had just came back from a shopping trip and I was in my room busying myself with my only Pokémon related game at the time: Pokémon Stadium. I mashed the buttons on the control wildly as the oncoming attack from the opponent Dragonair sent my Jolteon's health quickly down to zero, I was just about to send out the next Pokémon in my teams line-up when my mum called me from downstairs. The console's remote fell to the floor with a loud clunk (something I would regret in later life as I now only have one working remote) as I rac...

        Silence reigned as Hoody stood inside the abandoned church, leaning against the artificial wall on the side of the altar used to hide the door leading to the small neighboring chapel. His eyes were closed, fingering a thick marker in his pocket.        Knock, knock.         His eyes popped open at the sound of knuckles rapping on a plaster wall two times. Soft footsteps padded out of the room, and only when he heard the creak of the chamber’s giant doors swinging shut did he finally depart his hiding spot. Dust covered nearly everything in the chamber, from the pews to the table on the altar. He headed straight for the pews on the...