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posted by cassie-1-2-3
Spelling is important.
Grammar is important.
Especially when involving words…

In today’s world, written word is growing مزید and مزید common. With the fairly حالیہ introduction of text messaging, email, IM services, social networks, and online self publishing (which is what we’re all doing here on Fanpop when we post articles, and what I am mainly addressing), it is not only important how your words sound, it’s just as important, if not مزید so, how they look.

link* to me, some people seem to believe that spelling and grammar is not at all important in these self publications.
Just to فہرست a few examples I’ve come across:

" so what if [your spelling] is wrong it just mean that u r writing this from ur دل and not really caring about the spelling"

This, I can see this person’s point, but that is what a rough rough draft is for. (I don’t know if rough rough is the proper term, but that’s what my 12th grade English teacher called it)


" dont tell me what to do. A lot of people love my articles....they dont care if things are spelt wrong....your not wiser, یا smarter then me soo leave me alone. "

This, I find to be very ignorant.


Yet another one.
" o wow come on who cares if her spelling is messed up!"
Please, let me tell you.

(I have quoted three different people. I’m not targeting anyone)


Why spelling is important:
Spelling can be defined as a code that uses letter sequences to represent specific words that have an associated pronunciation and meaning within the mental dictionary.

As stated above, how your words look is very important. Your eyes need to actually see this code before your brain can decode it.
Some people read strictly for the content (newspaper یا magazine article, movie review, and so on), but many other people (many people on Fanpop) read to feel something. To get into the writers mind and truly relate to the story. Reading around typos and misspellings is very annoying and takes a little too much مزید effort than it’s worth. It makes آپ think to yourself,
If the مصنف doesn’t care enough about what he/she is saying, then why should I even bother reading this?
NONE of us want that.

Some of آپ may consider bringing up this little item:
“I cluod not blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch sudty at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and آپ can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter سے طرف کی istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thgouht slpeling was ipmorantt.“

I admit, this isn’t the most difficult thing to read, but it’s not the most enjoyable thing to read either. As a writer, آپ don’t want people to just read your stories. آپ want them to enjoy the experience and feel the urge to do it again and again.

The difference between a spelling error and a typo:

A typo is generally an accident, such as آپ hit the wrong key سے طرف کی mistake, whereas a spelling error is, in a way, intentional. آپ honestly believe the word is spelled a certain way, when in reality, it’s not.

Example:

I always feel ridiculed when users تبصرہ on my horrible spelling.


Typo: I alwsys feel ridiculed when users commment on my horrible spelling.

Notice how on the keyboard, the s is right اگلے to the a. This is a simple mistake I’ve seen almost everyone make. Adding an extra letter, یا leaving one out is also very common, along with reversing the order of two letters.


Spelling error: I always feel ridaculed when users تبصرہ on my horrable spelling.

There’s not really any simple slip of the finger that would justify this. None that I can see یا understand, at least.


When speaking, spelling means absolutely nothing, but when writing, it makes all the difference in the world.

I was going to include why grammar is important as well, but I feel I’ve been typing forever, so I’ll end it here.


*I only did that because I love The Killers.
posted by DxCFan123
I came back to reality when she mentioned coming home. "N-N-No it's fine, I can go ہوم سے طرف کی myself" I کہا to her
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"No one has lived in that house for years, Sam. They're still all for sale, too." she said, glaring at me through her slit eyes. She turned around and pushed me through the large gates causing me to almost fall over a headstone. Suprisingly, I...
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posted by AbbieCoast
The truth is, writer's block comes in many different shapes and forms, not just the famous "I can't think of anything." Sometimes we feel like we cannot write anything good, یا sometimes we have so many ideas we can't decide what to write.

So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid آپ welcome.

Now, if آپ have the “I can’t think of anything worth writing about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.

I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.

You may be thinking about the most worthless la-de-da in the world. Boy meets girl. They marry and have a child. Everyone’s a Mary Sue. I’m not...
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posted by Lore_Master
"Wha.... how could they have found out?" the hero thought to himself staring with a dead expression on his face, they heard a knock on the door "Are آپ okay?" asked the girl getting up to check the door, the hero sat there frozen in fear only hearing a faint voice "Boy listen to me... I know we haven't gotten off on the right foot but if آپ don't escape we will both be captured so اقدام boy!" کہا the voice in his head, the hero couldn't believe what he was hearing was it the demon with-in him asking nicely? the hero shook his head in confusion "Why should I listen to you? you're trying to...
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posted by Lore_Master
These side affects were takeing a toll on the hero gradually wearing him down, the doctor took the hero in as his own careing for him and makeing sure he was brought up well, "Two year's have passed since that night." the hero thought to himself as he got up out of بستر to start what seemed like a normal summer دن "Boy where are آپ it's time to start work!" excalimed the old man as he knocked on his door "Eh... I hate mornings." کہا the hero as he got up out of بستر getting dressed to start another day. With the sun bareing down on them it seemed as if hell had found it's way to Siege "Are...
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posted by Lore_Master
Our story start's out the Ilse of Siege a tranquil world with eastern sea's inhabited سے طرف کی small village's filled with tiny rabbit like creature's with the sea being so calm and so clear آپ could see straight to the bottom of it's depth's and skies being so blue, so bright that it would bring tear's to you're eye's, to the western desert's so dry it would shrivel anything that would dare enter it's trecherous sand's leaveing only one race that could inhabit it's deadly region being as slinder as a snake they tend to make their house's under large rock's some time's so many gather together they...
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The bus shudders on the rough dirt road. Us living in the middle of nowhere, it's kinda hard to get to our house via bus. I wipe away a tear, I wasn't crying, just a random tear. I lean آگے and tell the bus monitor to let me off here. She gives me a look, but yells and the bus driver to stop. I collect my heavy bags, and walk out. I start running. I hear the bus turn around, but I just keep running. My bags clang against me, knocking me over several times. I just get up and keep on running. I kneel down, getting dirt all over my trousers. I vomit into the dirt, my lunch of ترکاریاں, سلاد and an...
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posted by wolfclan121
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the سب, سب سے اوپر of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, آپ can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But آپ did! آپ tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to آپ anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are آپ saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
posted by noahnstar1616
I was running towards the ساحل سمندر, بیچ because it was a full moon tonight. Great. On the دن of all days, tonight had to a full moon. Today was my boyfriend's birthday and I promised him last week that I would spend the his entire birthday with him. That was before I got scratched سے طرف کی that, that...I don't even know what it was. But now I know I should listen to my Grandma مزید often. Here's how it began.
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I was just a normal, average 16 سال old teenager with an awesome boyfriend and two amazing best friends. I lived with my grandma...
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This place is totally different from how Bea told me how is was. Freedom? I feel like a lab چوہا and everything is limited. They watch آپ do everything, and all the pills that they give you, آپ have to take them and they watch آپ take them.Yet, Janice doesn't take them. I've seen her little tricks, and I must say for myself that it's pretty brilliant how she does it. They watch her take them, but then after they leave, she takes them out of her mouth, puts them in her pockets, and then around nighttime یا so, she'll trade with another girl for pills that Janice wants. This goes against...
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posted by para-scence
I laid on my comfy bed, with my eyes closed, listening to music. This was my escape. This is what kept me in this world. Music. Without it, life just wouldn't be fair. The awesome گٹار solo, sick bass, kick-ass drums, and meaningful lyrics soothe me. I took a deep breath, ready to lose myself, when there was a knock on the door.

"What?" I called over the music. It opened; it was my twin sister, Asteria. The only thing identical about us is our eyes, which are ice blue. Her pale blond hair reflected the light pouring in from the hallway, while my room was dimly lit. She was all dressed up,...
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posted by Skitty_Love
"Mmm this چائے is delicious. Many thanks Soul." Professor Rhinestone کہا charmingly. I quickly nodded. "Yes! Will we be starting training soon?" He looked up at me, is fuchsia colored bangs covering his shinning eyes. "Very well. We need to آپ to be سب, سب سے اوپر Taoloid, after all." He said, I showed him a little smile. "Yes!"

"Hyaaaaaaa!" I balanced the long bamboo pole on the tip of my index finger. "Aye, this is not gymnastics Soul, this is real. This is battle. Come at me." He held his pole in front of him in a dynamic position. "Uh...I.." His leery glare caught me. "Yes.. Hyaaaaaaaaaa!" I sprinted...
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posted by PenelopeWolf1
Prolog;
The Gregindorf Prophecies


"Marinsa," Whispered Yanzo Jamleaf. "Where are آپ hiding?" Yanzo was looking for his friend and leader Marinsa Jackson. She had been in hiding for so long that Yanzo didnt know where she might be.
Marisa had hair so white it looked like a cloud, and eyes so green it looked like a forest. She was small but was fierce.
Yanzo was the opposite; He had black shaggy hair, blue eyes that looked like electric and was tall.
Yanzo heard a crack of leaves and a twig. He turned and saw Marinsa walking towards him.
"Hello my old friend," She کہا with a small smile.
...
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posted by Insight357
I saw black sneakers with purple shoestrings. Then tight black pants. اگلے a draping black shirt, with small hands covered سے طرف کی fingerless, leather gloves. A پار, صلیب choker sat at the base of her neck. My eyes then fell upon hers. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, somewhat similar to my own. The black hair teased slightly, with choppy, side bangs, covering the outer corner of her right eye. It was the girl, from the hallway. The one who thanked me. I gasped softly.
    “Hello, Lucy,” I کہا to her.
    “Hello,” she کہا in the same small voice....
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posted by bunnibunnibaby
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, سے طرف کی tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right اگلے to آپ then..." The blonde looked at the house اگلے to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see آپ tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
posted by Insight357
Today was my first دن working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the شرٹ, قمیض was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
    I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
    My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the day...
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Somewhere in the universe, a planet was dying.

The planet was Esphera, Earth's twin. Here lived people like on earth, who wore pants, shirts and dresses; they went to school and had emotions;they had their own currency. There were no cars here, but they had instead hovercrafts- spade-shaped vehicles that floated in the air. Most people on the planet were too poor to buy a hovercraft, one of the most expenisve items in Esphera.

But the thing that sets Earth and Esphera apart is the children.

Children on Esphera are all born with a special power-like invisibility-that vanishes at age 16. After...
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I چرا لیا, چوری کی fifty dollers out of my dads wallet. Okay...I'll pay it back I swear! Maybe he won't notice it's gone....

I used the money to go to a movie with my friend. I mean, if my parents won't willing let me, of course this is going to happen. They should be expecting it.

I walk into the movie theater, and wait for my friend. I wait for ten منٹ before I get a text message saying that they won't دکھائیں up...I turn around to head to the exit and I crash into a man. I take no notice of his apperence. I look him stright in the eyes. "Oh! Sorry Miss!" He stuttered. "It's okay....what movie are...
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 My attempt to draw Danny....It is horrible
My attempt to draw Danny....It is horrible
Her scream was high pitched. The kind where آپ get a shiver down your back. The kind when someone scrapes their nails on a chalk board. The kind where the person screaming is in utter pain. But gladly it wasn't all the way like that.

آپ would think the water elementals would be مزید careful around the giant sea snake. It's one of the many creatures that live in our vally's lake. Some of the water elementals are even مچھلی یا sea snake shape shifters. Thats why I laughed when one of them screamed at the giant serpent.

Trixi yelled at me for my rude behavior and we ran towards the snake. From...
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posted by iluvPrinceMJ213
Keaira:     I was an early bird for one reason and one reason only sunrises and they early flow of the river in the morning. The river was a place where آپ could dunk your feet into its cool waters and it’d sound as if it were whispering your name یا maybe it was just my brother playing a trick on me. آپ had plenty to do سے طرف کی the river. Swim in its waters, draw things in the wet dirt, یا stare at the lilies floating on the surface. I remember scaring my parents to death each morning when they woke up and me, Kaden, Marshall, and my little 3 سال old brother Johnny were...
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