Writing Article: The Sibling

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posted by minniemeg

Siblings fight.

Siblings argue.

Siblings hit.

Yet they always forgive.

But..... what if the sibling was cold?

What if the sibling was cruel?

What if the sibling treated آپ like scum?

What if the sibling was heartless?

What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?

What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?

What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?

What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?

What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?

What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?

What if the sibling made آپ cry, and then refused to apologize?

What if the sibling hurt آپ like a چھری in the heart?

What if the sibling made آپ nearly burst into sadness every time آپ see them?

What if the sibling caused آپ to think why bother living?

A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.

It is a monster.

A terrible, ignorant monster.

Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.

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EvanlovesAzula That is brave of you to put yourself out there like this; well written to. I like it. :) Interesting to see how the dynamic shifts towards the middle of the poem. If you r into sad kind of stuff, I'd ask that u check out my article "James" on this club. If u like romance that is. Great job buddy!

Childhood Friends, Adult Crush [01] (slash/boyxboy)

posted by Insight357

Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...

The apprentice

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

Jason Card sat at his ڈیسک in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least پسندیدہ subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the دن and سے طرف کی that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals یا something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his ڈیسک and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen سال old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...

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Camp De Luca

posted by lindizzle215

hi so im a new writer so please tell me if i should contine writing this story. Please comment!!!!!
Rated: M

Today my brother Joey and I were going to drive down to the family camp that we help with every سال and went here when we were kid’s but know were all teenagers so were counselors now. My brother Joey and I drive together every سال and all of our other brothers drive up in there own cars یا the young ones with the others. There was a new guy this سال his name is Eddie. I think that I will like this kid as I get to know him. I don’t have to share a room because I am the only girl...

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the crystal night chapter 4!

posted by cullens-rule

Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if آپ knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, آپ know my name is Tom but my سیکنڈ name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be دل braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...

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How to give emotion to a story

posted by e2mma2weasle3

How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand الفاظ مطلوبہ یا Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. آپ could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one سے طرف کی cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human یا an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...

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The Darkness (A Poem)

posted by sapherequeen

*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of writing I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two منٹ ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...

I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...

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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden دوستوں Part 4

posted by H-A-T-R-M

“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the سب, سب سے اوپر of a gargoyle wearing a white شرٹ, قمیض with a black کوٹ over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up آپ saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As آپ closed in on the man’s face آپ saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...

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Me and Those - Poem سے طرف کی Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

ارے guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem writing path. Well hope آپ like it, and please, if possible, add a تبصرہ saying what آپ think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants آپ to do something,
یا be something
That sometimes آپ don’t want to be?

They are those!
آپ know them!
آپ probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect آپ to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ don’t want to take.

They are those who expect آپ to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ prefer to be small and humble.

But do آپ think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since آپ were born,
Came up with a path for آپ in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.

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Broken Dreams Chapter 32

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

She screams every time a police officer یا strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. آپ only need to look at her...

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Worse Case Scenario (Poem/Song)

posted by livethislifeup

It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives آپ insane, آپ try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and آپ got hurt every time, yeah آپ still in pain,
and it ain't the same, آپ all tense around them,
and مزید anger do آپ gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and آپ sound out...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 8

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black تقسیم halter, halter, اگاڑی neck...

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I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

Artwork by me

Who are آپ to judge?
Sitting right where آپ are
آپ have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ are nothing to me
No matter how آپ try

What do آپ care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ don't know me
No matter how آپ try

Why are آپ here?
آپ know I don't want you
I told آپ to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
آپ can't mold me
No matter how آپ try

Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.

The Cage آپ Cannot See

posted by Epismatic

A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved سے طرف کی any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind یا fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

یا accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will آپ take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even سے طرف کی taking one step forward,

سے طرف کی placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

آپ will realize the cage has already been broken.

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to آپ as آپ rise from the lake. آپ get the sense that the water should be clearer. آپ don’t dwell on it though, distracted سے طرف کی your own hair. آپ don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. آپ don’t realize that آپ are topless until your hair settles against your back. But آپ are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, آپ can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling آپ this way. If آپ could see behind you, آپ would know that...

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The Ballad of Melancholy: Gray

posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE

It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating دل that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating دل full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of کڑوا, تلخ regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...

8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique سے طرف کی Jill Chamberlain

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My Life As A Doormat Part 1

posted by Tasfee

PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the عنوان I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 سال old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 سال old girl living...

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The Mistress of Mid-September (A Poem)

posted by zanhar1

“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of سونا adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...

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STOP TPP! COME ON! SIGN AND SPREAD THE WORD!

posted by MisterH

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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would آپ be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would آپ be able to do if writing fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would آپ do if it's illegal to do a cover of your پسندیدہ song on YouTube? What would آپ do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would آپ do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...

Never Had Love Like This

posted by ilu_rayray

Liyah (me)

Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but آپ can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like کرن, رے idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister جیسمین, یاسمین and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...