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Anybody Can Write a Novel - Outline by DesdemonaDeBlake, literature
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Anybody Can Write a Novel - Outline
Anybody Can Write A Novel - Outline A Step-by-step Guide for Anyone to Learn How to Write a Novel This is an Outline of all my current articles, and a look at what is to come. I will try to update it, at least once every two weeks. Also note that just because something is absent from the Outline does not mean I don't plan to write it. This is a compilation of only chapters that have already been written. (You'll notice that I have neglected some points and chapters within this Outline. This this is simply a result of realizing that there is so much to learn, when it comes to writing. Don't worry, I'll be sure to come back and fill in the...
Chapter One: Reflections. Part I. by Dissunder, literature
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Chapter One: Reflections. Part I.
She was unafraid, for he was unaware of her presence. She was resolute in this belief. Across the vast expanse from her village to the fern grove, she trailed him like a shadow.
How she loathed him… yet her fear for him was even greater.
Countless times she was tempted to turn back, admitting the futility of her mission. Yet the bitterness and anguish of her loss consumed her. Revenge— that was the sole antidote, the only way to reclaim the life she once had. To rise with the dawn, to wash in the river beside their cottage, to break bread with her family, and then to join her father in the fields, assisting him with the harvest, sowing, reaping, sowing...
But her family was no more. Her father was gone. And the architect of this tragic fate now treaded on, shadowed by her, spreading death wherever he ventured.
"Just like now," a thought darted through her mind.
Indeed, in the path of her quarry stood an imposing figure of a man, clad in what seemed like sturdy and formidable armor.
The Dragon's Apprentice Chapter 2 by Wildnature03, literature
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The Dragon's Apprentice Chapter 2
The monastery had been happy to have another potential Sister to raise and train.
Well, that lasted all about three years when the young girl, inquisitive and impertinent, began her daily rounds of causing chaos and mayhem. The black-haired girl refused to follow orders, to learn her proper lessons, and often strived to escape the walls that stifled her, even from a young age.
It was like she instinctively knew that there was something in Fate for her, one that she didn’t want happening.
Celia began her routine escapes at a young age, though only leaving the monastery at first. She later developed the chance to travel further into the city, getting farther and farther.
But in her infinite frustration, it seemed like she always had eyes on her. If the young adult got too far, guards would pluck her from where she was and take her back home.
The young woman laid in her bed; arms sprawled over her pillows as she
Revolution Tale Chapter 4 (Part 2) by Alamort-Blatherskite, literature
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Revolution Tale Chapter 4 (Part 2)
4 (continued)
The night drew closely around the manor, dark and deep. Out there in the inky black where people were divided, you could almost taste the discontentment on the air. The cold stuck to skin and bone alike, leaving no doubt in the minds of the affected that a change would have to come. Whether naturally or by force was the only question left to answer. The night creped up the stone side of the house, looking for a way in, a way to carry its negative air to the people who resided within. But up on the second floor it was forced to shrink away from a bright light, and the sound of children laughing. Seven children to be exact, all brought from different corners of the world to live as siblings under one roof.
The oldest was named Theodore who wore purple, then came Azelie in dark blue, and Cara in green. After that are Chun-hei and Fernando in yellow and orange respectively.Finally the two youngest, Luam in light blue and then Frisk, who you know already.
They all laughed
Dragon Dreams - Chapter 16 by CitizenIndigo, literature
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Dragon Dreams - Chapter 16
16 A Story to Tell
The morning dew cooled my hind paws as I strode across the backyard. I could see the inside of the house through the kitchen window. Jackie stood behind the glass, looking down as she prepared something at the stove. Wes sat at the table behind her, elbows planted on the wood surface as he sipped juice from a cup. Neither looked up at me as I approached.
The ruined door moaned dejectedly as I pushed it aside to enter the house. “Hey, uh, good morning,” I said as I eased the stubborn door back to a nearly-closed position. Looking around the kitchen, I saw that Jackie had started to clean up a bit. There were piles o...
Do Not Change by winter-unseelie, literature
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Do Not Change
The beast was close, he heard it with his acute senses, he felt how it stomped on the ground.
And he felt the scent.
Blood. Fresh, just spilled blood. He would find it even more energizing, if not urVa’s feelings slipping through the mind’s connection they had. urVa felt revolted and he felt that too, that cold rage, that anger.
But he was sure he would not trade his counterpart’s company for any pleasure he felt when blood was hot and his talons were stained with it.
urVa was giving him his vital essence, enfolding his body with an invisible net made of assured courage, and stoic strength, hard as stone.
He jumped on the tree faster than the urru’s eye could follow. urVa didn’t try to climb after him, even if he could do it, easily. He relied on skekMal’s eyes and skill.
The Hunter chuckled darkly.
“These gelfling were really stupid. To go on such a well-armed animal without any support.”
“That creature was bringing them harm for almost an unum, skekMal” urVa said calmly.
The dragon that kidnapped children by RandomVanGloboii, literature
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The dragon that kidnapped children
Usually orphanages have to deal with problems like not having enough finances to keep their children, dealing with so many of them at all, and most of all making them feel loved despite everything. It is rare to find an orphanage that has to deal with children being kidnapped.
None of them had ever dealt with a dragon kidnapping them.
The first time happened during a sunny spring day. The children were all in the playground after lunch, for one hour before their afternoon lessons, under the supervision of the nuns who took care of their growth. They weren’t big children, for most of them, sooner or later, found a family who adopted them. There were some outliers, though: boys and girls who were ten, twelve, sometimes even fourteen, for whom nobody had ever come. Kids whose only fault was having some disability, or not having a skin light enough. Despite the nuns doing their best to convince someone to give them a lovely home, they had remained in that institute, and now they’d be too
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Split Of Fate - Introduction and Changelog by Qahnareen, literature
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Split Of Fate - Introduction and Changelog
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Introduction
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Content in development - open to suggestions and ideas.
[DEVIATION]
Preliminary outline
Generally, here we have a dragon, a woman, a village in medieval times, and that's all when it comes to typical elements of fairy tales.
We start in an apocryphal world. One is forced by ‘fate’ to organize his story, is driven by the instinct of survival and a great pain and desire for fulfillment. The Other, main character, is starting from a blank page, acting instinctively, his own nature guides him, and his intelligence searches for paths and patterns in the complex environment. He learns his story and seeks meaning, wanting to be remembered, to make his name mean something… something more than a beast. His way of existence is rather to escape from the 'fate' that inevitably brings him to the same place.
The story also explains where the name "Qahnareen" came from...
His rather typical adventure reveals
The Tiger and the Little Angel by NekoTerrorAaa, literature
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The Tiger and the Little Angel
There lived in the world a big wild Tiger. He was clever and strong, so many were afraid of him. Walking leisurely across the Earth as if it were his own domain, he surveyed the world around him and the creatures he met on his way. Nothing aroused his interest and passion, nothing pleased his keen eye, and even he hunted and slept only out of sheer necessity.
One evening he was wandering along, looking up at the dark, star-spangled sky. Suddenly he saw a gentle glow in the dense dusk of the flowering shrubbery. It was an unusual beautiful being. The tiger crept towards it without taking his eyes off it. When he came very close, he saw a small Angel, who was looking at the flowers. He was gently probing their petals with his fingers, then touching them with his lips to get a closer feel of their fragrance. This unearthly creature was so marvelous and beautiful that the Tiger, yielding to the instinct of a wild beast, rushed towards it in the desire to catch it.
He did not have time
The Sorceress (Chapter 2) by GabrielRaven, literature
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The Sorceress (Chapter 2)
My head was pounding. I groaned and tried to sit up, but the pain was unbearable. I wanted to go back to sleep, but something felt…somehow wrong. I tried to wrap my mind around it as the sunlight from my window penetrated the darkness of my shut eyes. What had happened? I tried to think back to all that had happened. I remembered going to meet Ms. Fey. I remembered her talking to me about inheriting her cottage, then something about witches and stuff? Then I signed some silly paper, but after that? I tried to remember how I got home…and why did my bed smell different.
As my head began to clear, I realized this bed was not right. The blanket over me was itchy and thick like knitted yarn. I dared to open an eye and look around. Through the blurriness of morning vision I saw the red quilt that lay over me…and I felt a pang of apprehension. That wasn’t mine. My bedsheets were blue. Where did this come from? I started to sit up and I felt another shock. I felt yanked forward a little by
It's not your story [SHORT STORY] by Ker-by, literature
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It's not your story [SHORT STORY]
I hated the way she always said I could be whatever I wanted.
Because why would she say that, if she was going to tell me what I could be and what I couldn’t be?
I wanted to be a musician, but she rejected that and told me to be a lawyer.
I wanted to be an animal rescuer, she told me to be a doctor instead of wasting my time with animals who can’t bring me money.
I wanted to be an artist, she told me to be an engineer because apparently artists don’t get anywhere in life.
She told me I could be anything. So why is she telling me what I can and can not be?
Why is she controlling me if she said I had the freedom to do what I wanted to do?
Why is she still asking me to look for a job if she never approves of the jobs I find?
Jobs that I like are the ones she hate the most. What’s wrong with the things I find interesting? What’s wrong with my choices? What’s wrong with-
No. I can’t say that. It’s hateful. She’s still my mother. I can’t say that.
But mothers are supposed to
Labyrinths Background [Rushed and sorta incomplete by OpalqeDragon, literature
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Labyrinths Background [Rushed and sorta incomplete
I thought I’d post this here and see what y’all think of it ^^ Feel free to ask any questions after reading this if you do, I’m happy to give you an answer!! (Just a note, Labyrinth uses they/them pronouns. Hopefully this information makes this easier to read^^)
Labyrinth was born into a cult her parents were in alongside her brother Gregory. They grew up only knowing the confines of the cult and it’s dark twisted worshipping. One day, their parents were taken away by a couple of cult members and slaughtered. Ever since then, Labyrinth had felt a growing bitterness towards the cult. They continued to comply, but they also began to plot. One day as they were going about their life within the cult, they were summoned to help preform a ritual. What they didn’t know was that they were having the ritual preformed on them. The cult entrapped Labyrinth within some sort of summoning circle, and among the people who trapped them was Labyrinth’s cult best friend: Minerva. Labyrinth was enraged
WWW #89 Literature Tips for DeviantART.com by WritingDD2R, literature
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WWW #89 Literature Tips for DeviantART.com
Writing Wednesday Weeklies: Literature Tips for DeviantART.com
Posting and sharing your work online can be scary but what happens when you post it and after all that work, build up, and effort… no one sees it? Posting can be a crap shoot. While I cannot recommend a “get thousands of views on your deviations!” kind of tip, I want to share some ways you can potentially get more eyes on your work and how your current posting habits might be hurting your chances.
This article is for my fellow deviants and writers on DeviantArt.com, but when it comes to posting your work anywhere, I think some of these points might help you!
Break Up Large Posts
Have you ever thought of ways you can post your story to get it noticed by more people? If you post your story all at once, then you have only one chance for your followers to see it. But what if you consider breaking up large posts into multiple parts or chapters to be uploaded on different days?
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