Writing Article: Promo to a story. Real thing later.

4

posted by dragonrider

Dear Diary,
Yeah It's me again. I made one mistake and it's eating me inside.
Before you ask me "Lily did you at least try to escape?" I'm going to tell you that I did. On the first day. It's like he knew I would. I had just gotten shot by that ray and I was feeling Sulky and then Jerald said something that really ticked me off.
"So yeah your room is down the hall from where we are now"
I glared at him His stupid red hair and eyes were just pulsing out at me like I'm his prize
"You planned this didn't you? How? Well I'll never know but just know this I hate you. You killed the only living family
i had left and I will never forget it" I snarled
He smiled at me. He smiled at me! Who would smile at that?
"Yeah I know but I don't care you are so useful to me that I don't care. Now either stay in here or go rob a bank but if you don't rob it if you go out I'll know," He said
"How?" I snarled
"What? You think I didn't do anything when I knocked you out with that ray? Well lets just say I know your every move
"Yeah well I rather go to my "Room" buddy," I said walking away. I walked into my room and slammed the door. I looked around and thought wow he doesn't know what a 17 year old likes.
My room is horrible. It has all these little kid stuff like dolls and posters of little kids shows.
That was when I had enough. I looked around and saw a window on my right. I went to it and opened it. It seemed like I would get to go through it but no. When I started to climb through it, something zapped me hard and I fell back into my room
"God dang! What kind of fresh hell is this?" I screamed at the top of my lungs
My doored opened and he smiled "what do you think I'm stupid? I know that you would try to escape. Now you will never escape from me ever now just relax and enjoy the freedom I gave you already,"
He slammed the door and I went on my bed. i will find a way out of here eventually I just need a really good excuse....

xXjakeloverXx, Bibelot and 2 others like this

2

Executed Innocence

posted by Problematic129

*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and more pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust

2

Be Proud, you're a Donkey! (A short story)

posted by sahour95

Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...

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 desk in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favorite subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the day and by that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals or something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his desk and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen year 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...

4

the crystal night chapter 4!

posted by cullens-rule

Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if you knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, you know my name is Tom but my second 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 heart braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...

7

How to give emotion to a story

posted by e2mma2weasle3

How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand Keywords or 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. You 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 by 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 or an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...

12

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 minutes 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...

2

Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden Friends 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 top of a gargoyle wearing a white shirt with a black coat over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up you saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As you closed in on the man’s face you 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...

5

Me and Those - Poem by Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

Hey 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 you like it, and please, if possible, add a comment saying what you think.

Me and Those

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

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

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

But do you 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 you were born,
Came up with a path for you 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.

15

Broken Dreams Chapter 32

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

She screams every time a police officer or 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. You only need to look at her...

15

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 halter neck...

7

I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

Artwork by me

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

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

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

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

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

I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you 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.

1

Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to you as you rise from the lake. You get the sense that the water should be clearer. You don’t dwell on it though, distracted by your own hair. You 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. You don’t realize that you are topless until your hair settles against your back. But you are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, you can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling you this way. If you could see behind you, you would know that...

1

The Ballad of Melancholy: Gray

posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE

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

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

The beating heart full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of bitter 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 by Jill Chamberlain

added by filmcourage

8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique by Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.

video

writing

screenwriting

books

movies

film

authors

screenplay

My Life As A Doormat Part 1

posted by Tasfee

PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the title I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 year 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 year old girl living...

1

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

posted by MisterH

Copied and edited from: link

link

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

I really mean it! What would you be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would you be able to do if writing fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would you do if it's illegal to do a cover of your favorite song on YouTube? What would you do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would you 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 you 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 Ray 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 Jasmine and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...

The mirror of fate chapter three: Amirell

posted by misscrazel

November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening tree branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have food and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find food out here. If I killed...

The last Emerald

posted by jeweleryfan11

About:
Once i was having a day dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 year old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are you doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner you guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446