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posted by vampiress015

I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then آپ all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...

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Dreaming of Nightmares

posted by Sweet_Pants

Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

یا I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told سے طرف کی hidden scars

Unable to دکھائیں themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...

I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.

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iTunes Shuffle

posted by mrs-mindfreak

I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad یا angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her پسندیدہ wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to اقدام from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...

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آپ Shouldn't Have Shot The Dog - Short Story

posted by chel1395

‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting اگلے to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...

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A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting writing career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help آپ find the right strategy for آپ and get آپ started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have مزید than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any writing project the فہرست can grow exponentially-...

CHILDREN OF MERLIN - HARRY POTTER 1980s RPG

posted by bendaimmortal

In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning یا very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't کریں شائع them یا any talk about them on the Readers' Column.

The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists...

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 3)

posted by zanhar1

The fragrance of scotch pine and blue سپروس, تیکھا is pungent in the air, amplified سے طرف کی the heat of late June. یا so آپ think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. آپ open your eyes to see a sun hazed over سے طرف کی stratus clouds. From all angles آپ spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. آپ furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your شرٹ, قمیض and flutters...

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 2)

posted by zanhar1

آپ wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what آپ had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your پسندیدہ songs are still crackling through your earbuds. آپ ought to replace them, they are going bad. آپ pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s موسیقی instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your پسندیدہ blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. آپ aren’t quite sure, but آپ think that...

Mask

posted by Epismatic

The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask

When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite آپ to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new دن is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve آپ been?”

With fanciful جوابات to all that آپ ask,

I’ll always wait here for...

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January 31 دن Challenge

posted by WritingBookWorm

So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this سال it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every دن there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement یا anything. آپ can take it anyway آپ want.

Then each دن آپ should write what it tells آپ too یا something inspired سے طرف کی it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story یا even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, یا آپ have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...

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The Individual Problem in Racism

posted by LadySilverSoul

This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, یا disrespect anyone.

I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.

Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated...

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Merry F*cking Christmas (A Fanfiction)

posted by CielXlizzy19

This is an old draft I've had sitting here for about three years. Cleaned it up sorta, but it's still not at par with my current work. I wanted to keep most of the ذریعہ material as close to what I wrote three years پہلے barring some grammatical/diction fluency errors, mostly for a little look into how much I've changed. I just couldn't برداشت, ریچھ letting it sit in here anymore. I'm not super into fanfiction, fanpop, یا even kpop anymore for that matter, but I knew I had to put this out there in some form یا fashion. Let me know if آپ want me to write anything chapter, یا do something else with...

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Ideas on Rewriting/Parodying Famous Stories

posted by glelsey

This guide was inspired سے طرف کی a سوال recently گیا کیا پوسٹ سے طرف کی link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how آپ can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of فلمیں that have done used one یا مزید of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...

Diana's wrath chapter 1

posted by floraisbest1

Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom کہا quikly. fine all of آپ girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella کہا in a sing song voice. lets go کہا the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE ایمیزون
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an گھنٹہ k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)

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Short horror story

posted by LunaNotLoony

Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, آپ don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...

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Talking to the Moon (Fanfic)

posted by Ichigo127

An Amuto one-shot
hope آپ enjoy!
‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. آپ are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but آپ have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...

The Guardian of Zamari chapter 1

posted by ITF

A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small میز, جدول and a bed, the لومڑی quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...

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Tears (my Poem)

posted by Ichigo127

Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if آپ like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted love and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.

Nurarihyon No Mago Fanfiction: Character Info

posted by SkyDragonWendy

First Name: Sayori(you are called Sayorihime at your temple)
Last Name: Tsukine
Age: 16
Height: 5’7
Weight: 121
Eye Color: Pink
Hair Color: Black(straight short bangs, straight long hair that goes down to your knees and the end of the hair is straight)
Personality: Stubborn, clever, smart, tactician, strong-willed, kind and caring(but doesn’t admit it because of stubbornness)
Info: آپ are the descendant of a very strong and powerful miko* named Mizuhahime. آپ have strong powers, strong enough that if a demon absorbs you, its powers will increase سے طرف کی 100X and if mated with a half demon, the child...

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How to pretend that آپ are a writer.

posted by australia-101

Act like you're not
okay when آپ are and
that آپ are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything آپ can.

Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that آپ actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. نگلنا every goddamn
metaphor آپ ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...